My Wife Might Be a Saintess-Chapter 52 - 51: An Authentic Female Ghost
Watching the two of them flee nonstop, Jiang Zuo was at a loss for words. Their Cultivation was actually decent.
One was at 1.4, the other at 1.6.
If the younger one was truly only about ten years old, he could barely be considered a genius.
Ximen Linglong was also a teenager, but she was different. Even if her Cultivation was only 1.4, she was a true, bonafide genius.
That was because all her Skills were focused on Summoning.
A Tier One summoning a Tier Three was an incredible feat. Even among the Spiritual Control Sect, it was rare to see a Tier Two summon a Tier Three.
’So those two are probably my teammates. As expected, you don’t need teammates who drag you down.’
Ignoring the two of them, Jiang Zuo continued on his way.
Just then, the footsteps behind him vanished. He wondered if they had all run off to scare the other two.
Jiang Zuo soon arrived, safe and sound, before a certain house. It was a building in an ancient style.
The inside was pitch-black. He couldn’t tell if there were any electric lights.
There were many houses here, but Jiang Zuo only wanted to enter this one. It wasn’t for any particular reason, other than his uncanny knack for finding things. Barring any surprises, the object he sought would be in here.
With that, Jiang Zuo pushed open the door and walked inside.
The moment he stepped inside, Jiang Zuo felt a cold, sinister aura wash over him. The yin energy even seemed to consciously surge toward his body. A normal person would have shivered instinctively, their body weakening as a result.
But Jiang Zuo was a Cultivator. ’How could this trifling yin energy possibly enter my body?’
Never mind the fact that his Spiritual Qi could expel it; the moment this yin energy tried to enter his body, it was instantly devoured by his Innate Two Qi.
As the yin energy swept past, Jiang Zuo walked fully into the room. Just then, the door was pulled shut by the same energy.
SLAM! The door shut tight.
Jiang Zuo didn’t look back or pay it any mind, because just then, two candles flickered to life inside the room.
The faint candlelight allowed Jiang Zuo to vaguely make out his surroundings.
The room was surprisingly simple, containing only a bed and a vanity.
The two candles were lit on the vanity, as if to help someone applying makeup see their reflection clearly in the bronze mirror.
Jiang Zuo slowly approached. He stood before the vanity and gazed into the bronze mirror on its surface.
In the bronze mirror, Jiang Zuo saw his own blurry reflection. He wasn’t sure if it was because of the candlelight, but he felt his face looked a little flushed, and his clothes seemed to be taking on a reddish hue.
"Enough with the cheap tricks." Jiang Zuo raised Cold Moon and slashed directly at the vanity. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖
As Jiang Zuo swung his blade, the image in the bronze mirror changed in an instant. A ferocious, pale face tried to lunge out.
But how could it possibly be faster than him? When Jiang Zuo decided to strike something, it had no right to escape.
It was just a mere Life Soul, surviving by scaring people.
With a single slash, the vanity and the bronze mirror were sliced clean in two.
"AHHH~" A figure flew out of the broken mirror and screamed pitifully on the ground.
The shriek was utterly wretched, like the wail of a wronged soul from the Abyss.
"G-Great Immortal, spare my life! Spare my life!"
It was a female ghost. She was dressed in red, but her face was unnaturally pale.
Jiang Zuo walked over to the female ghost and said coldly, "Where’s the other one?"
Yes, there had to be another one. This ghost was pathetically weak, nowhere near strong enough to have scared three people on the path here.
"T-This servant doesn’t know."
Jiang Zuo let out a soft "Oh," then raised his blade, ready to cut the ghost down.
The female ghost looked at Jiang Zuo in terror and immediately fell to her knees before him. "She’s in the bed! She’s in the bed! Great Immortal, please don’t kill me! I’ve never harmed anyone!"
Jiang Zuo lowered his blade and turned to look at the bed.
It was a wooden bed with red curtains drawn on both sides, as if someone were sleeping within.
Jiang Zuo walked to the side of the bed. He was about to pull back the curtains, but before he could even extend his hand, the bed began to move rhythmically, letting out a CREAK... CREAK... sound.
This was followed by the sound of a woman panting.
Then, Jiang Zuo smelled a faint, strange fragrance—one that could stir humanity’s most primal desires.
Jiang Zuo turned and looked back at the female ghost.
The female ghost jumped in fright. "Great Immortal, I... I’m too frail. I... I can’t handle rough treatment."
"..." Jiang Zuo said flatly, "Your methods for harming people are certainly... thorough."
With a flash of cold light and a surge of frigid energy, Jiang Zuo slashed directly at the bed.
Another strange cry rang out as a second female ghost fled from the bed.
She, too, was dressed in red.
But she was much stronger than the one on the ground. She stood to one side, her face slightly flushed, and said flirtatiously, "Great Immortal, why must you try to wipe us out? We sisters were simply forced into this. Why don’t you just take us both for yourself?
That way, peace will be maintained, and you’ll even have someone to serve you.
We may have been born in ancient times, but we know all sorts of positions, Great Immortal..."
Before she could finish, Jiang Zuo’s blade was already upon her.
The ghost was so shocked she even forgot to react.
Just then, the ghost who had been cowering on the floor pulled her aside.
It was just enough to narrowly dodge Jiang Zuo’s blade. But Jiang Zuo didn’t pause for an instant, striking at the female ghost once more.
This time, the female ghost snapped out of it and raised a hand to block Jiang Zuo’s attack.
However, the moment his blade was blocked, it would instantly change direction for another attack. Every strike was lethal, leaving no openings and giving the ghost no time to counter.
"Great Immortal, we can talk about this! We’re not what you think! We..."
Jiang Zuo turned a deaf ear to her words. ’Anyway, once I kill them, I can go back to sleep.’
’So I’ll just kill them first and be done with it.’
The female ghost knew she had no time to explain. She shrieked, "Quick, call for help!"
The ghost on the ground snapped to her senses, then took out a cell phone and made a call.
Jiang Zuo was rather surprised. ’Even ghosts use cell phones now.’ But he needed to focus all his energy on killing this ghost, so he had no time to stop her.
This female ghost was around a 1.6; killing her was taking a lot of effort.
Two men in formal suits stood atop the villa—one middle-aged, one young.
"Steward Liu, there’s trouble down below. That ghost is calling for help," the young man said immediately after answering the phone.
Steward Liu was astonished. "Is the Young Miss that powerful already? She’s not even afraid of ghosts anymore? But she’s only at 1.6. Theoretically, she shouldn’t be a match for Hong Zhuang and Hong Yi."
The young man said, "No, that’s not it. The Young Miss and the Second Young Miss are currently being chased by a stray cat. Hong Zhuang and Hong Yi are facing the third person."
Now Steward Liu was even more astonished. "But I remember the third person was only a 1.2. How is this possible? Never mind. Let’s go check it out. We can’t let anything happen to them."
Meanwhile, Jiang Zuo was overwhelming Hong Zhuang. With a little more time, he would be able to kill the ghost.
A Life Soul’s 1.6 was not the same as a living person’s. A true 1.6 would be even harder to kill, though that also depended on their combat experience.
Jiang Zuo’s reasoning was that a living person with the same level of combat experience as Hong Zhuang would definitely be harder to kill.
Just then, Jiang Zuo finally saw an opening in Hong Zhuang’s defense and aimed a decisive slash at her.
But at that critical moment, a fiery blade of light came whistling toward Jiang Zuo.
Surprised, Jiang Zuo had no choice but to abandon his attack on Hong Zhuang and defend himself.
BOOM! Jiang Zuo was forced back several steps, his expression turning grim.
