Master of Kaidan-Chapter 515: Sudden Change in Drawing Style

"Identity rewrite or set explanation authority?"

Feng Xue furrowed her brows, looking at the still unresponsive Pen Spirit, knowing that this "sister" had essentially been trapped by the setting of this world.

It didn’t really matter though, as it could provide her with quite a lot of informational advantages. However, she also had to consider whether the deceased predecessor in this world possessed the Power of "Ghost."

Although the ability to rewrite cognition was perverse, it seemed to currently target only ghosts and ghouls, not posing too much of a threat to Feng Xue.

But if possessing the Single Word Authority of "Ghost," Feng Xue could not attempt to acquire the Kaidan entries of the "Ghost" system in this world; otherwise, she might become a vessel for the other’s resurrection.

After all, nobody knew how the other defined "Ghost."

It was like if Feng Xue created a Martial Arts technique called "Path Heart Seed Demon" in the real world, embedding her spiritual wavelength into True Qi and defining the concept of Inner Strength with it. Then, all inner strength fluctuations would become frequencies of her spiritual fluctuation. Any Kaidan daring to develop a martial arts system in the real world would be accepting the setting of "having the Martial Ancestor’s spiritual fluctuations inside," thus indirectly becoming a vessel for resurrection.

Of course, because of the existence of Supreme Martial Arts, the real world’s inner strength already had a well-developed setting. Unless Feng Xue harshly destroyed the Supreme Martial Arts and reset the rules, it would be impossible to concoct such schemes.

Just like the Ke family’s young miss’s ancestral home, whose Immortal Cultivation techniques all originated from Feng Xue’s "Liù Quán Dào," designed based on her own characteristics. As long as the Ke family’s young miss didn’t stir up trouble, anyone cultivating with a Kaidan could serve as her resurrection point—

Of course, if any living person managed to elevate themselves to the Realm of posthumous Kaidan, they too would join the resurrection forces upon their death. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

"Don’t acquire entries about ghosts or, better yet, don’t create any entries before understanding the settings of this world."

Feng Xue adjusted her action plan and didn’t try to remind Miss Pen Spirit, instead planning to make good use of the knowledge she had obtained—

"Can you consume souls or ghosts?"

"I can, but there’s no need," Miss Pen Spirit shook her head disdainfully. "Ghosts eat souls to stabilize their existence. Although eating more makes them stronger, it also leads to their own confusion. I’ve already attained a Divine Position, why would I need to eat other ghosts?"

"Understood. So the end of the universe all comes down to bureaucracy."

Feng Xue nodded seriously, then paid no more attention to the hanged ghost whose belly was being gnawed away. Although she had some ideas about how this person died, since even the soul had been gnawed away, even if there was a part of summoning spirits in "Liù Quán Dào," it definitely wouldn’t work anymore.

"I just don’t know whether this gnawed corpse can still serve as a ’house.’"

Feng Xue turned her head to look at the Quantum Ghost Hand, but noticed it hadn’t changed, and she shook her head:

"It seems that the core of the phantom itself isn’t susceptible to the setting’s corrupting power, only the derivatives are. That’s good news. It indicates the level of power of the other party is at least lower than that of the phantom. Or it might be because the tag of the pallid ghost hand is ’Ghoul’ and not ’Ghost.’"

The detail-oriented Feng Xue looked again at the belly-gnawed hanged ghost, thought for a moment, suddenly took out a coffin board from her waist pouch, and just sat down at a table, beginning to showcase her woodworking skills.

She didn’t deliberately keep her movements low-key, and sawing the wood wasn’t exactly pleasant-sounding. But whether it was due to the door’s excellent soundproofing or because the people inside the room were too frightened by the abrupt noise to even crack open the door, none could tell.

It was quickly, oh so quickly, just a few minutes’ work, and a Divine Master Card was made. She thought for a moment, then used an expensive steel pen to write "City God Temple’s Little Ghost" on it.

Writing a Divine Master Card with a steel pen was a bit odd, but this could endow the object with the concept of "personally sealed by Star Lord."

After finishing, Feng Xue placed the Divine Master Card in the center of the table, took out a censer, inserted three sticks of incense, but didn’t intend to worship; instead, she turned back to her room.

"It looks like everyone is really apprehensive, but this is also good. By tomorrow at the latest, we should probably know the result."

Feng Xue thought this, but she didn’t have to wait until the next day; just around noon, as she had just stuffed a slice of shabu-shabu beef into her mouth, someone knocked on her door again.

"What’s up?" Feng Xue opened the door with a somewhat irritated expression, only to see five people standing in perfect alignment outside her door, keeping a distance of about three meters—which was just right. If it weren’t for Feng Xue’s keen eyesight, she wouldn’t even have known who had knocked.

"What’s the matter? Did the guy with the red face die?" Feng Xue raised an eyebrow, looking at the only person who was absent, and casually asked.

The fat man who knocked nodded, but his expression suddenly turned awful, as if he smelled something odious, followed by the only woman and the green-faced man also turning pale, even starting to dry heave.

Feng Xue frowned, turned to the emotionless office worker and asked:

"What’s wrong with them?"

"Come and see, and you’ll understand." The beer-bellied student stepped aside, letting Feng Xue’s gaze pass over the human wall to the living room behind them. Then she saw that the red-faced man was now reduced to a head with its heavenly spirit cover cracked open, with the rest of him finely segmented, laid out on the conference table like hot pot ingredients. All the blood had been turned into blood tofu, but the utter lack of a bloody smell only made it all the more chilling.

"Wow, to get disassembled to this extent, even I can’t stitch it properly!" Feng Xue turned back to look at the hot pot in her room, her face darkening. She suddenly felt glad she listened to Pen Spirit’s prophecy and had hot pot for lunch; otherwise, she couldn’t bear to think what kind of hot pot she would have had to eat.

But...

"Why would you think about stitching seeing such a scene?" The green-faced man, looking extremely disturbed, spoke harshly, to which Feng Xue naturally replied:

"It’s just a habit of medical students. After dissecting a cadaver, we are supposed to stitch it back as best we can—it’s professional ethics, you see?"

Having said that, she stepped forward to the eerily cold conference table, her gaze not on the tableful of ’hot pot dishes’, but rather on the Divine Master Card she had carved earlier.

By then, the playful steel-pen characters were already glowing faintly with spiritual light. Looking at the body still hanging in mid-air, it was clear that there wasn’t a trace of spirit left.

"Wow, I thought this was a Japanese-style supernatural suspense drama. Didn’t expect it to turn into an American plasma movie..."

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