Chapter 102: Chapter 102: Revenge, the Ghost House is Completely Leveled for You_1
"A ghost house, huh? Heh."
Wang Linchi looked at the mansion not far away and let out a cold laugh.
A month had passed since he and Fahui dealt with the Naga. Fahui had spent day and night in the Great Hero Treasure Hall of Rooster Crow Temple, using Buddhist Dharma to transform the God of White Wind, hoping he would soon become the White Wind Arhat.
Meanwhile, Wang Linchi had entered a state of deep Cultivation. Simultaneously, Black Rain City launched a large-scale operation to eliminate demons and specters. Without the God of White Wind as their protector, the hordes of demons and specters were naturally routed by the Armored Warriors of Black Rain City.
After Wang Linchi successfully re-cultivated his Nine Revolutions Golden Core ten times, he finally reached the early stage of the White Porcelain Level. The Golden Core indeed contained one thousand points of spiritual power. But because he had transferred all that spiritual power into the new Golden Core, he was back to having only one point himself. However, his actual strength hadn’t diminished; instead, it had grown even stronger.
He now possessed a four-digit spiritual power value. Perhaps only those at the Mountain Copper Level had such high spiritual power. Black Iron Level cultivators could no longer threaten him.
Next, he just needed to cultivate his spiritual power back to 100 points and then continuously break through his Mental Power Capacity Limit by consuming various Natural Treasures.
Of course, this had to wait until Wang Linchi advanced his Soul-secret Technique - Taoist Fetus to the peak of the White Porcelain Level. It wasn’t time for a breakthrough yet.
As for restoring his Mental Power Capacity Limit to 100 points, there was no longer a need. With the Fulfillment of the White Porcelain Level Nine Revolutions Golden Core, an effect similar to ’yin being born from extreme yang’ had occurred. Now, even without active Cultivation, his spiritual power was constantly growing.
Since the breakthrough, his spiritual power had already automatically increased to 5 points. By tomorrow at the latest, he should regain 100 points.
He had now returned to Yi Village, specifically to seek revenge on the ghost house. Previously, the ghost house had sent a ghost to step on Wang Linchi’s forehead in the middle of the night. Wang Linchi considered himself a good person; he wouldn’t stoop to stepping on their foreheads in return. At most, he would simply kill the ghosts and set fire to the place.
"Come on, torch this place for me!" Wang Linchi gestured, and the nearby Armored Warriors, carrying firewood and Fire Oil, immediately surrounded the ghost house.
Then, flames rose. The numerous fierce ghosts residing in the ghost house sensed something was wrong and tried to rush out.
Instead, they were met by the long knives of the Armored Warriors. The knives, engraved with Shakyamuni’s Fundamental Mantra for Destroying Evil Destinies, easily sliced them in two. The gruesome sight naturally terrified the ghosts following behind.
At this moment, the ghosts inside the ghost house were caught in a dilemma: stay and be burned to death, or leave and be hacked to death.
"Still hesitating? Fine, I’ll help you choose."
"Bowmen, get ready!"
Wang Linchi thought these ghosts were too naive. Did they really think he couldn’t do anything to them if they didn’t come out?
Behind the Armored Warriors, a group of leather-clad Bowmen drew their bows.
Although their numbers weren’t large, the ghost house wasn’t big either. After three volleys of arrows, the wails within the ghost house first rose and fell, then subsided into silence, leaving only the crackling of the fire.
However, Wang Linchi knew it wasn’t over. The inhabitants of the ghost house were ghosts, but the ghost house itself was also considered a ’monster’ among fiends and specters. Otherwise, how could an ordinary mansion attract so many ghosts?
As the fire blazed, the entire ghost house began to shake.
"Bring up the catapults! Raze this thing to the ground!" Wang Linchi, bent on revenge, was naturally well-prepared.
Three catapults were quickly pushed forward, and the Armored Warriors began to load stones. These weren’t ordinary stones; each one was engraved with Shakyamuni’s Fundamental Mantra for Destroying Evil Destinies.
The moment they struck the ghost house, they radiated brilliant light, inflicting not only physical damage but also spell damage.
After a dozen large stones were launched, the entire ghost house was reduced to ruins, and a large amount of bloodstains spread across the area.
Eventually, an Excellent Level Soul Kind was condensed, becoming Wang Linchi’s spoils.
[Soul/Spatial Type Soul Seed - Ghost House (Excellent Level)]
[Soul Entrapment: Opens a summoning space within the Soul Seed, which can be used to store Spirit Summoning Monsters]
[Nurturing Yin: Spirit Summoning Monsters stored in the summoning space can slowly enhance their strength]
[Cultivation: Injured Spirit Summoning Monsters can slowly recover in the summoning space]
Wang Linchi glanced at it dismissively. The effects were truly pathetic. It had merely opened up a summoning space, which was what gave it its high level. However, even this effect was limited to Spirit Summoning Monsters.
The ’slow’ in ’slowly enhance their strength’ was the operative word. A month inside wouldn’t be as effective as a single day of training. The injury recovery was an even bigger joke. If one naively placed severely injured Spirit Summoning Monsters inside, they could die, though lightly injured ones might be fine. This was because the Soul Seed lacked any ability to stabilize injuries; it could only recover them slowly. This meant that by the time it mended minor, external wounds, the grass on your grave could be three meters high.
It did have some value. Simply having a summoning space was extremely useful, allowing one to carry Spirit Summoning Monsters. More importantly, its internal dimensions perfectly replicated the ghost house.
The downside was also obvious: other objects or summoned creatures could not enter.
What would happen if one tried to enter forcefully, Wang Linchi wasn’t sure. Since he hadn’t socketed this Soul Seed, he naturally didn’t know much about it.
"Alright, you may carry on. I appreciate you accompanying me on this trip," Wang Linchi said, tidying himself up a bit before cupping his hands in thanks to the Armored Warriors.
"It’s our honor to be of assistance to Sir Wang," replied the leading Armored Warrior promptly.
Afterward, they hurriedly left without further formalities. The Armored Warriors of Black Rain City were busy clearing out the surrounding demons and specters, so they naturally had little leisure time.
However, they weren’t working for free. Each extermination of demons and specters yielded considerable rewards, such as gold, silver, jewelry, or antique porcelain. Demons and specters had no need for such things; they only ate people. Therefore, these valuables were mostly found abandoned in the lairs or caves of such creatures. After dispatching the creatures and securing these items, the Armored Warriors could divide ample spoils of war.
This was precisely why their efforts grew increasingly fervent. Who wouldn’t want to gain benefits while also taking revenge?
Only after exacting his revenge on the ghost house did Wang Linchi leisurely head towards Yi Village. The village chief had previously stated that if Wang Linchi helped deal with the ghost house, he could take whatever he fancied from Yi Village. Wang Linchi wasn’t one to be polite about such offers. Besides, he wasn’t just taking things randomly; it was the rightful reward for completing a side task.
Moreover, Wang Linchi had no intention of ransacking the place. The people of Yi Village were so poor you couldn’t squeeze blood from a stone, let alone anything valuable from them.
"Thank you, Sir Wang, for your help! This old man is eternally grateful!" At the entrance of Yi Village, the village chief hurried forward to welcome Wang Linchi.
"You’re too kind. I was merely fulfilling our agreement," Wang Linchi stated straightforwardly.
He wasn’t surprised that the village chief was waiting for him here. Given the commotion he’d caused, it would have been difficult for them not to notice. With Armored Warriors, Bowmen, and even catapults, such a large contingent would naturally be spotted by Yi Village. Seeing Wang Linchi’s familiar figure, they would surely recall their prior agreement.
"Not at all, Sir Wang! Please, take whatever catches your eye. If this old man so much as frowns, I’ll resign as village chief!" the village chief declared, thumping his chest.
He was so confident not because he was generous, but because the village was truly destitute; there wasn’t much Wang Linchi could take.
"The cauldron in your ancestral hall will do," Wang Linchi stated. He had his target in mind all along.
"No problem! I’ll arrange for two men to help you move it to Black Rain City," the village chief agreed readily, making a sweeping gesture.
The cauldron in their ancestral hall was only used for burning paper offerings during rituals, which happened less than twice a year. If Wang Linchi wanted it, the village chief would give it to him. In the future, burning paper offerings directly on the ground was also acceptable and less fuss.
"There’s no need for that. I can take it myself," Wang Linchi said. He preferred to keep things simple, especially since the cauldron was a Soul Device. "Besides, if we truly moved it from Yi Village to Black Rain City, the expenses for men and horses would be too much for you to afford."
Wang Linchi had coveted it previously. However, since the people of Yi Village had shown him no ill will nor deliberately antagonized him, he felt it would be wrong to steal or plunder it. Now that he had fulfilled his agreement with the village chief, he finally asked for it. After all, it was the village chief who had made the offer, not him.
His moral compass was flexible, but not when it came to ordinary people with whom he had no quarrel and who held no ill will towards him. Primarily, there was little of value to gain from them; otherwise, he wouldn’t mind being a bit more flexible. If the stakes were high enough, Wang Linchi definitely wouldn’t be able to hold back. He wasn’t a saint, after all; he didn’t possess such lofty moral standards.