Chapter 93: The Two-Headed Female Ghost
Min Yong’s face was unusually resolute. “If I don’t self-destruct, he won’t survive either!”
Rather than letting the demonic cultivator succeed, it was better to drag him down as well.
“Wait… wait…” The middle-aged man retracted his scythe, he truly didn’t want to die. Having cultivated to his level, he valued his life even more.
When his sworn brother had died inexplicably, he naturally had to investigate. After finally learning that it was the young man Mu Lichuan who had killed him, he had been ready to strike—only to run into two troublesome Golden Core cultivators.
As a Yama (a king of the underworld in Chinese mythology), he shouldn’t have feared them at all. But if Golden Core cultivators self-destructed, the entire Mount Le would be destroyed, and he wouldn’t be able to escape unscathed.
“What?” The brown-robed elder was already preparing to self-destruct.
“Fine, you win!” The Yama still had his own considerations. He glared at them hatefully—this debt, he would remember. If he wanted to kill Mu Lichuan, there would be other opportunities.
With that, the Yama retrieved his magical artifact and swiftly vanished from Min Yong and the others’ sight.
Only after the enemy had left did Min Yong and the brown-robed elder finally relax. They had been gambling—if that man truly hadn’t feared death, the final outcome would have been mutual destruction.
Mu Lichuan had no idea how close he had come to death. When he opened his eyes, his depleted spiritual energy had fully recovered, and his previously unstable foundation had now solidified considerably.
“Young friend.” “Young friend.” Two voices called out in unison. Having resolved the issues of Mount Sheng and Mount Le, they would no longer be disturbed by trivial matters. They could now focus on secluded cultivation.
“You two…” Mu Lichuan looked at their disheveled appearances, somewhat puzzled. Earlier, when they had tried to infuse him with spiritual energy, it had all been repelled.
“They encountered a demonic cultivator—one of your enemies, in fact. But they kept their word and risked everything to ensure your safety.” Xiao Mo spoke directly into Mu Lichuan’s spiritual sea.
Min Yong smiled. “It’s nothing. Now that you’ve awakened, let’s descend the mountain together.” Both of them had sustained significant injuries and needed to recuperate.
Seeing that they didn’t elaborate, Mu Lichuan’s impression of them improved. “Alright.”
The group descended the mountain, and the previously unstable energy in the capital finally settled. Everything returned to peace. Ordinary people had no idea what had happened, but they felt the air in the capital had become much fresher.
No one was happier about Mu Lichuan’s return than Mu Xiaoran. Even though his great-grandson had previously made arrangements as if preparing for death, in his eyes, Mu Lichuan’s cultivation was still insufficient. It would be better to wait until he was stronger before ascending to the Upper Three Realms.
“Lichuan, while you were gone, a young lady came looking for you. She…” Before Mu Xiaoran could finish, Shao Xiaoya arrived.
Mu Lichuan could see the teasing look in his grandfather’s eyes. “Shao Xiaoya.” Their connection was merely fate. The yin energy that had once clung to her had completely vanished, and she now looked radiant.
“Mu Lichuan, thank you for saving my life!” With those words, Shao Xiaoya knelt down.
Mu Lichuan didn’t stop her, he deserved this gesture. “Rise. You and I are fated.” He offered no further explanation, implying that they shouldn’t have too much interaction in the future. After all, they belonged to different worlds.
Shao Xiaoya wasn’t foolish. “Then… can we still be friends?” Her world was too far removed from his. Though she believed in the supernatural, she could never truly step into that mysterious realm of metaphysics.
“Naturally.” Mu Lichuan nodded faintly. He still had to live in the mortal world and couldn’t afford to remain aloof forever. Without connections, people would dismiss him as a lunatic.
At his words, Shao Xiaoya’s face lit up with joy. “If we’re friends, then you can’t refuse my token of gratitude.”
“No problem. If you have any business opportunities, feel free to refer them to me.” A faint smile appeared on Mu Lichuan’s face.
Shao Xiaoya felt the distance between them shrink. He no longer seemed like an untouchable sage, and her nervousness eased.
“I’m just an ordinary person, just with a few extra things most don’t have.” As if reading her thoughts, Mu Lichuan reiterated.
Shao Xiaoya nodded, exchanged a few pleasantries, and then took her leave.
Mu Xiaoran sighed inwardly. It was a pity such a girl was an ordinary person, her temperament was quite good.
“Grandfather, my goal is cultivation. Other matters can wait.” Mu Lichuan understood his grandfather’s unspoken thoughts. In his past life, he had been deceived and hurt by Mo Shanshan. He had no expectations for love in this life and didn’t plan to pursue it. He knew he was disappointing his grandfather.
Mu Xiaoran froze, then thought of the Mo family marriage affair. His lips moved, but in the end, he said nothing.
After resting for a day, Mu Lichuan spoke to Xiao Mo in his spiritual sea. “A demonic cultivator is my enemy? Why?” He couldn’t recall offending any demonic cultivators. Was it the mastermind behind Mi Rong? But shouldn’t his enemy be Mi Shen? What did this have to do with him?
“No idea.” Xiao Mo’s reply was blunt.
“Can you find a way to track him down?” Strike first—Mu Lichuan wasn’t a fool. With the enemy lurking in the shadows, a single misstep could mean death.
This time, they had escaped by luck. Next time, they might not be so fortunate. Since the enemy had already marked him, he needed to eliminate the threat preemptively.
Xiao Mo nodded, then remembered Mu Lichuan couldn’t see him. “I’ve locked onto his presence. If he comes for you, you can evade him temporarily.”
A Foundation Establishment cultivator facing a Golden Core demonic cultivator was suicide. He didn’t want the boy to be snuffed out before he even had a chance to grow.
“Are you saying that, as I am now, I stand no chance against him? Even if I self-destruct, it wouldn’t harm him?” Mu Lichuan frowned. He refused to live with a ticking time bomb.
“Exactly. A Golden Core demonic cultivator is beyond your current ability. Focus on cultivation.” Xiao Mo stated the harsh truth.
Mu Lichuan laughed, but his eyes were icy. “Wait for the enemy to come to me? And then hide? Where exactly do you expect me to hide?” Sitting idle wasn’t his style. Even if charging headlong into danger was foolish, the thought of someone hunting him unsettled him.
“The capital is the safest place.” Xiao Mo replied calmly. “Why do you think he didn’t dare kill you outright? Because he fears alerting the powerful figures here. If he did, he’d die too.”
Cultivators defied the heavens, and in such an environment, everyone cherished their lives. No one would throw theirs away recklessly.
Mount Le was on the outskirts of the capital, where protections were lax. But if the mountain were leveled, the demonic cultivator would perish as well.
Most demonic cultivators were rogue practitioners without sects. In this modern age of science, many preferred independence over sect restrictions. The only exceptions were the hidden experts in the capital, who guarded the nation’s dragon veins.
Mu Lichuan sighed. “Then is there a way to lure him in and then…” He left the rest unsaid, but the implication was clear.
“That… you’ll have to discuss with Mi Shen.” Xiao Mo shamelessly passed the buck.
At the mention of Mi Shen, Mu Lichuan was puzzled. If the nation’s fortune belonged to Xiao Mo, how was it connected to the current era? There had to be more to it.
Early the next morning, Mu Lichuan headed to school. What else could he do? He was still young, and a youth should behave like one.
“Mu Lichuan!” When Sato spotted him, he immediately rushed over.
Mu Lichuan took two steps back and activated his Yin-Yang Eyes. Just as he’d sensed—Sato was being haunted by a two-headed female ghost.
Sato’s face was sickly, his eyes ringed with dark circles—clearly the result of excessive indulgence. The way he looked at Mu Lichuan was lecherous.
“Scram.” Mu Lichuan uttered the word coldly.
“Pretty boy, I like you!” Sato’s voice was neither masculine nor feminine. Mu Lichuan could clearly see the ghostly women’s greedy expressions—no, it was more like they wanted to devour him.
Mu Lichuan guessed that Sato was likely already dead, his body puppeteered by the ghosts to commit evil deeds, using his form to absorb others’ yang energy.
A crowd of students had already gathered, their faces alight with schadenfreude. Sato was an exchange student from Country R, known for its open homosexuality. Who would’ve thought he’d publicly confess to their “school heartthrob”? Now, they wondered how this would play out.
Mu Lichuan smiled, but his eyes were frosty. “But I detest you. Get lost now, or else…” With a flick of his finger, an invisible strand of soul force lashed out at the ghosts.
“Ah—!” “Ah—!” The two-headed female ghost was forcibly ripped from Sato’s body. Sato swayed unsteadily.
“You’re an exorcist?! Aren’t you afraid we’ll kill him?!” The ghosts threatened, their sharp nails elongating into blades pressed against Sato’s head.
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