Otherworldly Affairs Office-Chapter 876: Ghost Realm Experience

"They wanted to kill me, so is it wrong for me to kill them instead?" Facing the question amidst the Demon God's roar, Pei Yan calmly tidied his slightly disheveled clothes, stared into the furious eyes of the Demon God, and feigned innocence in a calm and unchanging tone, "Aren't they just some evil spirits? Anyway, they're all suppressed, yet you're worried they might escape. Now suddenly killing a third of them, isn't that even better!"

"My heavens, he actually slaughtered a third of the vengeful spirits in there!" Upon hearing the news among the crowd, they exploded with chatter, now realizing why those cursed spirits didn't dare take the opportunity to escape—these evil spirits were afraid of this miniature god of plague standing right before them!

"Good! Very good!" The Demon God pointed a finger at Pei Yan, but was speechless for a while; finally, he laughed in exasperation and left, thinking to himself, weren't these evil spirits supposed to be killed by him? Who gave Pei Yan permission to act? The reason for keeping them was to absorb their aura and nurture his own power of fear, while training the spiritual and soul strength of outstanding talents from the Demon Race here. But now, Pei Yan had wiped out a third of them; who knows how long it will take to replenish that number? When he sent Pei Yan in, he hadn't ordered him to refrain from hunting fierce spirits, thus there's no handle to catch and punish him.

Still, how did this little devil manage to persist and slaughter so many in the Ghost Realm surrounded by those spirits? Even his own Child of Origin, after following his teachings, couldn't achieve such high feats! Could it be that he's inherently a master of soul power, sent as a trap by Lin Jun Zhao? Didn't see that coming!

"Demon God, when can my next training begin?"

As the Demon God walked further away, he heard the voice he now detests from behind him, and impatiently waved his hand, "Go rest and recover at your own pace, then come see me, Samikina, find him a room in the Holy Hall and assign someone to take care of him!"

That night, in the depths of the Holy Hall, in a bath pool polished with Black Magic Crystal Stone, a massive black dragon head ornament spewed suitably warm water. In the vast bath pool under it, only Pei Yan leaned against the pool edge, closing his eyes to rejuvenate as he enjoyed the water flowing around him, occasionally splashing himself with a handful of water.

Two months had left him stinking unbearably, and after a hearty meal, the only request Pei Yan made was for a hot bath, leading him to be brought to a rarely used bath pool in the Holy Hall. As he wiped his body, he looked down at his reflection in the clear pool water; he couldn't recall his appearance when he first entered the Investigation Hall. Even if calculating age based on the actual time he experienced on the Hell Plane, he's merely twenty-five or six years old, but his gray hair and weathered face made him appear at least ten years older, not to mention his pair of eerie eyes. Pei Yan believed that if he appeared in front of his parents like this, they would likely break down and weep.

Taking a deep breath and holding it, Pei Yan dove into the water, floating in the bath pool as he opened his eyes and looked through the water at the blurred ceiling, the dreamy lights reflecting through the water waves like an illusion. He seemingly returned to that world which tormented him.

The Demon God asked him what he did in that world; even Samikina tried to subtly probe for a definite answer while arranging his rest, but Pei Yan never spoke of it. He wouldn't speak now, nor in the future, no matter who it is, even his sister, won't know what he went through!

He wouldn't tell them that he encountered his greatest inner fear in that world; his mind was tortured to the brink by those despicable vengeful spirits. He cried, he pleaded, he was scared to lose control over his body, but all he received was mockery and even more frenzied mental torment and invasion.

Those painful images were a million times more real than any Illusion Technique he had experienced; he couldn't bear to believe them but had no way to escape, revolving amid these agonies and fears. When fear reaches its peak, one either collapses or becomes numb. After experiencing collapse and numbness, Pei Yan entered a third stage.

Rage!

At this point, he realized two things: First, Lin Jun Zhao's permanent presence within him had indeed left him with immense benefits; Pei Yan's soul, entwined and nourished with hers, had grown incredibly resilient. After she left, facing those evil spirits, even with himself on the brink of mental collapse, he could persist without being overtaken.

Second was that the Demon God's approval for training wasn't as rosy as stated. Pei Yan was certain this training wasn't merely about soul strengthening. In this world, possessing the Six Paths Origin, Pei Yan could distinctly sense the pervasive power of the Demon God. These powers, via the intimidation and intrusion of those evil spirits, slowly infiltrated his body intending to secretly imprint him.

If the imprint were established, it would become Pei Yan's Heart Demon. Even if he triumphantly survived the trial, in the future, if the Demon God wished to turn against him, by merely stirring the imprint, he could ignite this time bomb, plunging Pei Yan into panic and soul chaos.

Pei Yan did not know if this tactic was the Demon God's private action or part of a treaty with Lin Jun Zhao; despite his worries, he was never one to surrender to fate. After stabilizing his soul, he began carefully observing this world, amidst the evil spirits' layers of mental assaults, gradually strengthening his soul power—progressing from initially passive defense to attempted counterattack, then to boldly exposing a gap to lure lower-ranked evil spirits into his body, utilizing the advantage of fighting on his home turf to eliminate them. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

The initial fights almost claimed Pei Yan's life, faced with the evil spirits' pincer attack, but he soldiered on, and the risky endeavor yielded substantial rewards. He discovered that after devouring the spirit of one evil ghost, his own soul seemed to grow stronger, bringing him immense joy. Hence, he replicated the method, again luring the greedy yet intellectually inferior lower-level evil spirits.

Pei Yan could not recall how many such battles he experienced; he only remembered the method wasn't successful every time, as stronger evil spirits attempted to seize the chance to invade him. During such times, he could only abandon tempting to bolster his defenses to block the assault.

Repeatedly, until Pei Yan's soul grew robust enough to face the spirits' attacks unflinchingly, he finally bared his long-hidden fangs. Pei Yan never saw himself as a gentleman; the notion of vengeance deferred is ten years never aligned with his character!