Banana Lord roared and shoved the female ghost cultivator to the ground!
Then, Banana Lord frantically patted the places that had been touched by the female ghost cultivator, as if they were contaminated by some terrible filth.
Mountain Chicken suddenly slapped his forehead.
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"Brother Jiao, don't be angry," Mountain Chicken quickly said. "I'll get rid of her right now!"
"No need," Banana Lord suppressed his discomfort. "I was too hasty just now... Although she is deeply wicked in her heart, I cannot abandon the chance to enlighten her because of it!"
Then, Banana Lord yanked the female ghost cultivator up and placed his right hand on her head.
However, there was a minor accident this time.
The moment Banana Lord began his incantation, the female ghost cultivator's body split open!
And then...
*Boom!*
She exploded into nothingness!
This sudden turn of events stunned both Mountain Chicken and Banana Lord!
Did the enlightenment fail too quickly this time?
Something felt off.
Could it be because she was a woman?
Mountain Chicken had a thought and waved to call over another female ghost cultivator.
This female ghost cultivator was noticeably worse for wear, with a significant portion of the skin on her face already rotted.
"Brother Jiao, why don't you try this one?" Mountain Chicken suggested.
As Mountain Chicken had predicted, the outcome was the same.
Within seconds, this female ghost cultivator also exploded!
After several more attempts, the two demons finally accepted a grim reality.
Banana Lord's method of enlightenment was tantamount to execution for female ghost cultivators...
Having processed this fact, Banana Lord rallied himself and continued.
Now was not the time to dwell on such matters; there was a whole host of ghost cultivators waiting to be enlightened!
Meanwhile.
Under the guidance of the true Sect Master, Ye Fan and the little demoness toured two forbidden areas.
That's right, two.
One was where the previous Sect Master had gone into seclusion, and the other was where the true Sect Master had himself gone into seclusion.
They found some scattered fragments of information, but nothing that could be pieced together into any useful clues.
Convinced there was nothing more to be found, Ye Fan suggested they visit the Sutra Repository.
Before they left, the little demoness, being very materialistic, scoured the forbidden areas and pocketed everything that could be sold for money.
In her words, "How can one live without spending money? It's always good to be prepared!"
Along the way, with nothing else to do, Ye Fan casually inquired about the true Sect Master's situation.
It turned out that he had been ambushed by the deceased Sect Master and had narrowly escaped by employing a "golden cicada shedding its shell" tactic at a critical moment.
The third brother who had died earlier was the shell he had left behind.
The unsuspecting fake Sect Master, believing he had succeeded, had then used a secret ghost cultivator technique to control the puppet that was the third brother.
The true Sect Master, meanwhile, had quietly fled to the genuine forbidden area left by the Old Ancestor and, by chance, comprehended a formidable cultivation technique left by the Old Ancestor.
From this perspective, his situation was remarkably similar to that of a novel protagonist.
Betrayed by a trusted subordinate, forced to flee, and then by sheer coincidence, acquiring a divine technique to rise again.
Following the typical narrative arc, he would then encounter numerous fortuitous encounters, ultimately reaching the pinnacle of success.
Alas, he was not the true protagonist...
"I deeply sympathize with your plight."
Ye Fan, who had also experienced betrayal by someone close, expressed his profound sympathy.
As they spoke, they arrived at the Sutra Repository.
The true Sect Master, acting with great discretion, joined them in searching for clues about the Old Ancestor, having evidently transformed into a loyal lackey.
Time ticked by.
Ye Fan's luck seemed to be poor; he still couldn't find any leads concerning the jade pendant.
However, he did discover something that surprised him.
In a book purported to be the Old Ancestor's personal notes, a passage recorded an event that utterly astonished Ye Fan.
It was said that the Old Ancestor, in his pursuit of cultivation, had wreaked havoc all over the world.
Much like what he had done to the country of the Tomb Specters.
However, something unexpected happened later.
This was more than a hundred thousand years ago.
The Old Ancestor chanced upon a cultivator holding a magical artifact that caught his eye.
Although he didn't know the artifact's specific function, the dense ghostly aura emanating from it indicated it was something powerful!
Especially upon seeing that the cultivator's cultivation was only at the Void Gaping realm, the Old Ancestor felt even more confident!
Killing for treasure was a common practice in the cultivation world, so he acted.
However, events did not unfold as he had envisioned...
The cultivator showed no intention of evading, instead foolishly accepting his full-powered strike.
As a result, nothing happened...
The Old Ancestor's mighty blow was like a tiny pebble dropped into the vast ocean...
"Why would you hit me? That's very rude of you."
These were the cultivator's exact words.
Then, under the Old Ancestor's shocked and terrified gaze, the cultivator lifted his hood.
Beneath the gleaming bald head was an incredibly bizarre face.
His right eye stared unblinkingly at him, while his left eye emitted a terrifying, eerie red glow!
Just a glance was enough for the Old Ancestor to feel as though he was on the verge of death!
Furthermore, the left eye seemed to be darting erratically all over the place!
Up and down!
Left and right!
Spinning and leaping!
...
And then there was the cultivator's mouth...
The corner of his right mouth was pulled up, as if he were smiling.
But the corner of his left mouth drooped downwards!
It looked as if the right half of his mouth had been cut off and crudely pasted onto the left side, reversed!
At that moment, the Old Ancestor felt as though he was staring into the eyes of death itself...
His entire being plunged into an icy abyss, his bones and blood instantly freezing!
"You have a bad habit of being impolite that needs to be corrected."
This was the second thing the cultivator said to the Old Ancestor.
After speaking, the cultivator lightly raised his left hand, and a small ball of flame ignited.
A black flame!
The moment the black flame appeared, the Old Ancestor felt his soul tremble violently!
Even though he himself was a considerable villain, he still sensed an immeasurably terrifying evil aura from that black flame!
It felt like facing the most primal and purest evil in existence, and the constant threat of being devoured by that evil!
His own petty wickedness paled in comparison, the difference as vast as that between an infant and an immortal!
"Ah, no, this way you'll die, and if you die, you won't be able to correct your mistakes."
This was the third thing the cultivator said to the Old Ancestor.
What happened next, the Old Ancestor did not know.
Because he had completely fainted...
When he awoke, the cultivator was long gone.
From that day on, he suffered nightmares for a full year!
His dreams were filled with that eerie red eye and the all-consuming evil black fire...
It took him several more years to recover from the shock.
From then on, he became extremely cautious, fearing the day he might encounter that terrifying cultivator again.
However, sometimes, the things one least wishes to happen are precisely the ones that occur uncontrollably.
Over a thousand years later, on a certain day, the Old Ancestor accidentally discovered an ancient ruin.