I Can See Your Combat Power

Chapter 875: Chapter 169: The Body of the Yuan Yang Child

The chief steward of Tang Mansion, Chang Fu, was the most trusted servant of Tang Sen. In his father’s eyes, Chang Fu was no different from a brother, and likewise, Tang Sen treated Chang Fu’s son as if he were his own nephew.

After the Tang Clan defeated the Mi Clan, the Sect Head Tang Sen’s status rose significantly, with rewards and titles within the clan never falling behind.

The luxurious estate in Lanshan City was originally the ancestral home of the prominent Zhang Family in Lanshan City. After the Zhangs were expelled, the ancestral home became the Sect Head’s mansion, and the stewardship of the mansion was entrusted to Chang Fu’s eldest son, Chang Le. Though he was called a steward, he managed every minor and major affair of the mansion, so to be called the chief steward was not at all inappropriate.

After receiving a reply from Elder Xu Ying, Tang Luo notified Chang Le to gather all the stewards in the central hall, announcing that there was an important matter to declare.

“In a little while, you will dismiss all the servants and maids from the mansion and have the stewards take them back to the old house at North Mountain, and call away all the guards. Additionally, please trouble Steward Chang to make a trip to the Wind Media Department and Martial Hall, and tell the defense officer of Lanshan City that for the next three days, no matter what happens at the Sect Head’s mansion, no matter how much of a commotion is stirred up, no one is allowed to approach or pry into it.”

Chang Le turned pale with alarm and quickly said, “Young Master, if we all leave, who will take care of your daily needs? It would be better for me to stay in the mansion, and let the other stewards take the people away.”

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Upon hearing Chang Le’s suggestion, the other stewards quickly pledged their loyalty as well, expressing their desire to stay and share the fate of the Lanshan City Sect Head’s mansion with such fervor that an outsider might have thought Tang Luo was rallying troops for war.

“Enough, enough, there’s no need for you to die for the clan at this time. Keep yourselves safe and work on rebuilding the Sect Head’s mansion of Lanshan City.”

Tang Luo could not help but shake his head with both annoyance and amusement, insisting, “By nightfall, I want the Sect Head’s mansion to be completely empty. Have I made myself clear enough?”

That night, the Sect Head’s mansion in Lanshan City was exceptionally quiet, all the houses and corridors engulfed in darkness, except for the central hall, which was illuminated brightly by Fire Crystal Stones. Tang Luo sat above in the central hall, engrossed in an ancient tome brought over from the Fierce Realm.

The air was cold and the ground frozen, so before leaving, Chang Le, fearing that Tang Luo would catch a chill, had lit several braziers in the hall. Despite the howling northern winds outside, the inside felt as warm as spring.

Suddenly, a few strands of cool smoke rose from the brazier by the north column of the room. The high-quality charcoal that normally smoldered for two to three days inexplicably extinguished itself. Tang Luo glanced up then continued reading as if nothing had happened.

A short while later, the braziers in the room extinguished one after another, even the crystal lantern hanging from the beam flickered erratically.

“If it’s going to go out, just go out. If it’s going to die, then die. This flickering on and off is bad for the eyes, understand?”

Putting down the ancient tome, Tang Luo flicked a finger into the air, shattering the crystal lanterns on the beams. Instantly, the central hall, which was as bright as day and as warm as spring, turned into a cold and dark room.

Only a pair of thumbnails-sized silver circles were visible flashing in the darkness; they were the pupils developed by Tang Luo after cultivating the Undying Battle Body, allowing him to see in the dark. At this moment, they were particularly handy.

Tang Luo picked up the ancient tome again with an expressionless face, unfazed by the chilly, damp and dark surroundings.

A bit later, the sealed doors of the central hall were suddenly pushed open by a sudden draft, and the thick door latch snapped in two, clattering onto the ground.

Tang Luo, who had his reading interrupted, looked up frowning only to see nothing outside the door except a bright beam of moonlight casting down onto the courtyard.

“The moonlight is so beautiful.”

The woman’s plaintive whispers resounded at the nape of Tang Luo’s neck, as if a piece of ice, a cold breeze lifting the strands of hair at his temple.

Tang Luo turned his head and saw a woman in white standing two steps behind him, her hair disheveled and covering her face. Though her face was barely visible through the gaps in her hair, it was so white it was scary.

After fifteen years of cultivation, he had seen all spirits, souls, monsters, and beasts, but this was the first time he encountered a female ghost. Tang Luo couldn’t help but take a few extra glances and sized her up, saying, “The hair is still hair, just a bit messy.”

“The clothes are indeed very white, but flat as a board, so no chest, no butt, huh?” noveldrama

“Oh, and no legs, are you floating then? Your teeth seem sharp, doesn’t it hurt when you bite your tongue?”

“Hey, female ghost, brush your hair aside and let me have a look. Are your eyes and tongue like those in stories, all white because you died with eyes wide open, and then with an extremely long tongue that hangs down to your chest?”

Without answer, the female ghost remained motionless. Tang Luo pouted, turned his head back, and continued to open the book, saying, “I cleared out the servants from the Tang Mansion, instructed the guards of Lanshan City not to come near, creating such a big stage for you. If all you can do is use a female ghost to scare people, that’s really boring.”

So-called ghosts and goblins are souls filled with obsessions, and any excessive passion or desire can cause a soul to linger and not disperse. If under the right magnetic field, ghosts and goblins could be born, and they are highly sensitive; the more you fear them, the stronger they become. Even cultivators from Fierce Realm who have congealed their spiritual souls fear the ghosts entering their bodies and corrupting their spirits, which can be even more damaging than a grave physical injury.

Some ancient sects have taken a different approach, breeding ghosts and goblins with spiritual power to inherit powerful Ghost Kings and create a unique method of cultivation.

Although Tang Luo had never encountered them before, he was not afraid at all, and even felt like laughing.

Humans fear ghosts and goblins, but ghosts and goblins also fear humans, just as yin and yang give birth to and overcome each other.

A martial artist from Fierce Realm with Yuan Yang’s body, a master of body techniques with blood as strong as a dragon, having any of these qualities would make one a nemesis of ghosts and goblins, let alone Tang Luo who possessed both traits. To the ghosts, Tang Luo was like a blazing fire of pure yang, even Demon Kings couldn’t approach him easily, let alone mere resentful ghosts.

So, Tang Luo ignored the female ghost behind him and kept reading his book, which was at the exciting part where Yun Zu was single-handedly fighting the eight-armed Demon King. He wasn’t willing to be distracted.

As a result, he missed seeing the flying head with a horn on its forehead on the roof beam, the paper-thin ghost sneaking in through a gap in the window sill, and the naked fox woman under the moonlight.

These ghosts entered the main hall, encircling Tang Luo who was focused on his reading, yet they did not dare to approach a step closer until the naked fox woman crawled into Tang Luo’s arms.

“My lord, what’s so interesting about the book?” The fox woman with seductive eyes pressed Tang Luo’s hand, which was turning a page, against her prominent chest, whispering like an orchid, “Look at me first. My chest hurts, and I can hardly breathe.”

The fox woman rubbed Tang Luo’s hand on her chest, her panting getting heavier, eventually turning into soft moans from the tip of her nose.

With an inexplicable naked woman in his arms and his idle left hand sinking into soft flesh, Tang Luo could only put down the ancient book and say lightly to the charming fox woman with seductive eyes, “It’s not easy for a demon to cultivate. Having finally transformed but then refined into a Servant Ghost—if there truly is reincarnation in this world, I hope you can be born as a human in your next life and avoid the suffering of soul refining.”

After speaking, he controlled his right arm muscles with spiritual power, and the Two Ambiguity Innate Qi mixed with his strength burst forth. He channeled it into the fox woman’s right breast, completely shattering her spirit body into nothingness.