Master of Kaidan-Chapter 508: It’s a Transparent Floating Lotus Seed!

Feeling the restlessness coming from the tip of the pen, Feng Xue’s lips curled slightly upwards as she entered the study, opened a sheet of white paper, and, using her non-dominant hand, suspended the pen and whispered,

"Spirit pen, spirit pen, you were my past life, and I am your present, if you wish to continue our fate, please draw a circle on the paper."

Although summoning the spirit pen with such a ritual was simple, attempting it like Feng Xue usually wouldn’t work, but who could blame her since she was already possessed by the spirit pen?

Thus, almost as soon as she finished reciting the spell, the expensive steel pen in her hand began to write automatically on the paper—not with a trembling circle but with a beautifully written large character—

"Die!"

"Hey, hey, I know you died, no need to keep mentioning it. I just wanted to ask you something..."

"Die!"

"I mean, I didn’t even ask you anything forbidden! I just want to know if you’re male or female, how old you were before you died, can we meet face-to-face..."

"Die!"

"F**k! You’re really ignoring me, huh?" Feng Xue looked at the spirit pen that responded with "Die" no matter what she asked and slammed the table, casually pulling out the Book of Life and Death, pressing the pen onto the book, and said,

"Just try writing that again!"

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

The sound of the pen scraping against the paper constantly echoed, the expensive steel pen dragging Feng Xue’s hand, ceaselessly scribbling on the Book of Life and Death, yet it just couldn’t produce a single word. Feng Xue could even sense the emotion almost sobbing in frustration transmitting back from the pen.

Regarding this, Feng Xue didn’t feel the slightest sympathy but calmly said,

"Write then, why aren’t you writing? Keep going! You puffed up just because I spoke nicely with you, huh? You think you really became a ’spirit pen’? Huh? Why don’t you speak? Aren’t you capable?"

With each syllable Feng Xue provocatively spit out, the steel pen trembled twice. It almost felt like she was going to crush the pen.

Unfortunately, this pen was an illusion.

Unless one possessed a prowess like Destroy, it couldn’t be crushed.

"Laughable, that’s all you’ve got and you keep telling people to die? Oh, right, besides death you just draw circles, I get it now, you’re illiterate, right? Poor thing, I wonder if they even have schools in Wangsi City. Should I send you to get a golden plaque?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh—"

A piercing scream made the glass rattle, but whether it was because the decibels weren’t enough, or something special about the room’s glass, after a burst of noise, none of the panes actually broke.

Seeing this, the smile on Feng Xue’s face grew even thicker; she grinned and said,

"Heh, I thought you’d let out a banshee scream, but you can’t even shatter glass. With that little ability, you still play at killing people, pathetic!"

"Go to hell!!!" A resentful voice transmitted straight into Feng Xue’s brain along her fingertips. Her hand, holding the pen, suddenly raised uncontrollably, the sharp tip jabbing toward her eyeball.

But the movement had only just started when it abruptly stopped, a precise amount of force neutrally eliminating the lifting force, causing her arm to halt in mid-air.

Feng Xue then seemingly procured a bottle of milk from nowhere, gulped down a mouthful, and ferociously sprayed it at the hand holding the pen—

"Ah—"

A scream, several times more piercing than before, exploded from Feng Xue’s left hand. She reacted quickly, reaching behind her to draw out a roll of cling film and swung it with force.

Under the enhancement of the No-thought Divine Power, the cling film acted like a white ribbon, making several precise turns in the air and forming a rough human figure.

"Get down here!"

Successful in catching her target, the corners of Feng Xue’s mouth lifted. She yanked down the floating transparent figure forcefully.

"Eat my ’Heavenly Demon Various Forms·Hundred-Armed Giant Capture’!"

Screaming an outrageous move name, Feng Xue’s arms transformed in mid-air, almost as if hundreds of arms were truly flailing. The once only twice-wrapped transparent entity was thoroughly swathed immediately, forming a human-shaped cling film rice dumpling that fell to the ground.

Well, maybe calling it a mummy would be a bit more polite.

"Aaaaah..."

The cling film-wrapped mummy struggled crazily, writhing like maggots. Feng Xue merely grinned, pulling out an increasingly overlooked old friend from her waist and slipped it into her pocket. Even though using Cow Tears might do the trick at this moment, having learned from Miss Ke’s experience earlier, she chose to protect her own eyes.

With the filter activated, the world through her eyes remained unchanged. No wait, perhaps it wasn’t. For instance, the completely transparent body wrapped in cling film finally took a complete form.

"What, what are you going to do?"

Perhaps influenced by a cognitive shift from the filter, or possibly seeing something unsettling in Feng Xue’s look, the pen spirit finally spoke in a way Feng Xue could understand.

Upon hearing this, Feng Xue swallowed and picked up the banshee from ground; though below Miss Ke in beauty. Cough, she scrutinized the well-shaped body dressed in a blue and white tracksuit, quite displeased with the attire.

"Wouldn’t talk to me nicely before, and now you wish to speak?"

"Let me go first!" Ms. Pen Spirit shrieked in despair. However, Feng Xue still maintained her cat-holding posture, bringing that half-transparent, cling film-wrapped pretty face close and studied the banshee with a loathsome stare, imagining her in a flowing robe instead – yes, she might look quite ethereal...

Well, provided you remove the cling film.

As a phantasmal derivation, the pen spirit had never seen such a sight before and panicked instantly, struggling furiously while emitting a somewhat sharp sound. But Feng Xue remained unmoved, merely pulling out two more strands of cling film-twisted ropes and hanging her from the ceiling. Thankfully, ghosts don’t weigh much, otherwise the light fixture might not have held.

"Spare me, just say directly what you want to ask, I think I’m obliged to respond!"

It seemed that realizing she truly couldn’t escape the nitrite-containing cling film, Ms. Pen Spirit humbly bowed her head. Feng Xue, however, stood with arms crossed, looking quite smug:

"Wouldn’t it have been better to be cooperative from the start? Now? Too late!"

"What do you want then?" Ms. Pen Spirit, rattled by Feng Xue’s gaze, spoke feebly: "I’m just a pen spirit; besides spirit communication, I know nothing else."

"Oh, you can really perform spirit communication? I thought you could only write ’dead’! Well then, listen carefully, I’ll ask you... what do you think I’m going to do to you next?"

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