"Mmm..."

Fang Zheng gently shook his head:

"Achieving immortality is unlikely, but it’s probably feasible to extend the Flawless Martial Artist’s lifespan by a hundred or two hundred years."

Thinking of this, his breath quickened, and his heart pounded wildly.

He was already flawless, and if he could gain an additional hundred years of life, he would surely achieve the level of a Martial Sect Master. By then, with profound cultivation, he could live several more centuries.

Perhaps...

One day, he might become a millennia-old monster!

"Old Cui!"

"Thank you so much!"

With a soft voice of gratitude, Fang Zheng’s eyes glimmered with a strange light.

’I never expected that even in modern society, there’s a heritage from the Otherworld involving Ancient Divine Spirits. And now this world is without cultivation experts, isn’t it like an unexplored gold mine waiting for me to develop?’

’In this case...’

’There’s no need to rush to the Otherworld anymore!’

......

"Ah!"

A shrill scream.

Cheng Tao suddenly sat up in bed, screaming:

"A ghost!"

"A ghost!"

"Xiao Tao, Xiao Tao." A woman with a face full of panic hurriedly came forward, holding him in her arms, gently patting his back and whispering comfort:

"There’s no ghost, no ghost, don’t be afraid. Mom is here with you, don’t be afraid..."

"There is a ghost! There is a ghost!" Cheng Tao’s face was pale, his eyes dark-circled, and his facial skin was sunken. In just a few days, he looked drastically different:

"There is a ghost!"

He shouted, pushed the woman away, and ran outside barefoot.

"Stop him!"

The woman’s expression changed dramatically, and she said urgently:

"Quick, stop him!"

Several security personnel stationed nearby immediately stepped forward, holding the panicked Cheng Tao tightly, forcing him back onto the bed.

"Ah!"

Suppressed by several burly men, Cheng Tao was still struggling desperately.

At this moment, his entire body was shriveled, like a skeleton covered in a layer of human skin, yet he exerted no small amount of strength.

Several people struggled to restrain him, showing signs of losing control.

Even when tied with ropes, he continued to shake frantically.

"Daoist."

Father Cheng looked worriedly at a silver-haired Daoist beside him:

"Look at my son, he’s been like this these past few days. Every time he closes his eyes, he has nightmares and can’t sleep at all."

"Even sedatives don’t work!"

"Now he’s even more terrified, as if he’s gone insane. If we don’t tie him up, I’m afraid... he’ll really hurt himself."

"Mmm..." The Daoist lightly stroked his beard, glanced at a photo of Cheng Tao from a few days ago, and couldn’t help but gasp, speaking slowly:

"I’m afraid your son has encountered something unclean!"

"What?"

"Ah!"

Even though Father Cheng and Mrs. Cheng had some suspicion, they were still shocked when they heard it.

"Almost certainly."

The Daoist’s expression turned serious:

"In just a few days, your son’s Essence has been depleted. It must be a female ghost. Did your son do anything recently?"

"This..." The couple exchanged glances, both looking confused.

They were busy running a business day and night and had no time to pay attention to their son, let alone know what happened.

"Xiao Hong!"

Father Cheng’s eyes flickered as he beckoned to someone standing at the doorway:

"I’m asking you, has Xiao Tao done anything unusual recently? Or has he gone to any special place?"

"No, he hasn’t!" Xiao Hong shook his head, thought for a moment, a mild response, and said softly:

"But there is one thing."

"What is it?"

Mrs. Cheng, anxious, asked:

"Quick, tell us!"

"Well..." Xiao Hong opened his mouth, embarrassed, then said softly:

"A few days ago, on the day when Brother Tao had an attack, a girl from Sea University committed suicide by jumping off a building. That woman spent some time with Brother Tao."

"Suicide?"

The Daoist shook his head, stroking his beard:

"Why did she commit suicide? It must be because Young Master Cheng did something, right?"

"Well..." Xiao Hong glanced at Father Cheng and Mrs. Cheng, sighed helplessly:

"Yes."

Then he told the whole story, including the video footage. Since everyone present was trusted, he had nothing to hide.

"This child..."

Mrs. Cheng sniffed slightly:

"Why mess with such a woman? That Zhenzhen, a girl who couldn’t figure things out and chose suicide, why haunt our Xiao Tao?"

Father Cheng nodded gloomily.

The security personnel exchanged glances, a hint of disdain in their eyes but remained silent.

"Daoist."

He looked toward the Daoist, speaking sullenly:

"Now that we know the cause, can you cast a spell to get rid of her?"

"This..." The Daoist’s gaze flickered:

"Theoretically, no problem, as long as this female ghost is not too powerful. I can subdue her, but exorcising ghosts will consume my Lifespan."

"Daoist!"

Mrs. Cheng urged eagerly:

"Name your price directly!"

"Is one million enough? If not, two million!"

Father Cheng furrowed his brow, seemingly disapproving of Mrs. Cheng’s autonomy, but ultimately shook his head without objecting verbally.

Compared to their son’s life, a mere two million was nothing.

"Alright!"

The Daoist’s eyes brightened:

"The deep affection shown by you both is touching, and I’m not an unfeeling person. Moreover, as it is said, humans and ghosts must follow different paths, today is the day I uphold the righteous way."

"While casting the spell, there must be no interference from outsiders. Please, everyone step out first."

"Alright!"

Father Cheng and Mrs. Cheng exchanged a glance, leading everyone to retreat to the door:

"Daoist, please be careful."

Once everyone left, the Daoist’s eyes shifted, and the celestial demeanor vanished, replaced by a mischievous grin:

"In this day and age, who still believes in ghosts?"

"Let me see!"

He rolled up his sleeves and walked towards the tightly bound Cheng Tao:

"What’s really going on with you?"

Not a Daoist, but actually a doctor and psychological expert, he found that being a psychologist was far less lucrative than being a Daoist.

So he switched careers.

Standing before Cheng Tao, the Daoist inspected his eyelids and tugged at his tongue, frowning.

"This shouldn’t be happening..."

"Ah!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly screamed, collapsing to the ground, his pants soaked, trying to retreat but trembling without strength.

A mass of black smoke rose from Cheng Tao’s face, forming a phantom silhouette in mid-air. The figure’s eyes were blood-red, glaring at the Daoist.

"Screech!"

A ghostly howl filled the room, a sudden chill arising.

"Oh my god!"

The Daoist screamed, suddenly gaining strength from nowhere, he crawled on all fours to the door.

"Stop!"

Yu Mancang’s ghostly body flashed, blocking the Daoist’s path, his ghostly eyes staring intently:

"So, you’re just a fake?"

"Charlatan!"

With disappointment in his voice, he then said:

"If you don’t want to die, do as I say."

"Huh?"

The Daoist was taken aback, hurriedly nodding:

"Yes, yes, I’ll definitely do as you say!"

In the adjacent room.

While deducing the Ancient Divine Text, Fang Zheng seemed to sense something, turned his head to glance over, shook his head, and then looked away.