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Song Shuhang didn’t panic. Instead, he ran ❮True Self Meditation Scripture❯ to spread his mental energy so that he could wield the skill of ‘Detection’. As his eyes couldn’t see, he could only rely on his half-baked ‘Detection’ skill in case he was cornered into a dead end.

At the same time, he quickly put his hands into his pockets, holding a ‘sword talisman’ in his left hand and an ‘evil-warding talisman’ in his right hand. Since he had that strange dream yesterday, he had been taking several talismans of different kinds with him in case of any contingency.

“Even if I will never be reincarnated and degenerate into a ghost forever… I won’t stop haunting you until I take your life!” the boundless hatred rushed at Song Shuhang, making him have goosebumps.

Yeah, it was exactly the voice of Altar Master!

Is it because of his hatred and curse before he died that he turned into a horrible ghost to take my life?

How silly he was. Since I wasn’t afraid of him when he was still alive, would I be afraid of the dead him?

“Since it is a resentful soul… break!” Song Shuhang picked up the ‘evil-warding talisman’ and shouted loudly. Violent spiritual energy turned into a hurricane, sweeping the space of dozens of meters around him!

In the midst of this hurricane, all unclean ghosts and evil spirits would be torn apart by the force of the hurricane and disappear.

The darkness that covered the eyes of Song Shuhang disappeared, and so did the malignant screams of Altar Master.

Song Shuhang’s eyes were no longer obstructed, and he saw a ghostly figure hovering five meters ahead who looked just like Altar Master. The spiritual energy hurricane swept through the body of the ghost, but… the ghost stayed unscathed!

The power of the ‘evil-warding talisman’ could easily tear up a ghost general whose strength was equivalent to a second-stage cultivator’s.

‘Was he able to resist the evil-warding talisman?’ Song Shuhang quickly pinched the sword talisman, and secretly locked onto the ghost of Altar Master.

At this time, the ghost of Altar Master opened its eyes, the eyes empty and face expressionless—it seemed that he had no intelligence at all.

After the spiritual energy hurricane had dissipated, the ghost of Altar Master was no longer restricted. Brandishing its claws, it screamed and charged at Song Shuhanga. It kept attacking like a beast, in a totally unorganized way.

“Basic Fist Number Three!” Song Shuhang pinched the ‘sword talisman’ with one hand, keeping it ready for activation. His other hand was dragon claw-shaped, colliding against the claw of Altar Master.

He did not directly use the ‘sword talisman’—with the skill of ‘Detection’, he found the ghost of Altar Master was a little bit strange.

“Boom boom!”

When the claws collided, it produced a heavy thudding sound and Song Shuhang was forced to take two steps back.

The ghost of Altar Master could barely keep itself steady after rolling for three circles in the air.

‘It’s very weak!’ it suddenly occurred to Song Shuhang that… the ghost of Altar Master was still newly born, so it was still weak! His strength was almost equal to, or even… weaker than that of Song Shuhang who was still preparing for Hundred Day Foundation Establishment and opening of Heart Aperture!

And, more importantly, the ghost of Altar Master seemed to have no intelligence. It just kept attacking him instinctively like a beast.

“Cheep!” the soul of Altar Master shrieked, and headed for Song Shuhang again. Like the first attack, it gave him another claw.

“Basic Fist, Number One!” Song Shuhang chose to use fist this time. He punched out with his right fist that was as powerful as cannon while silently chanting the formula of fist technique.

After cultivating the fist technique for so many times, he was able to match the formula with the fist technique as he wished.

When this punch was released, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was drawn and compressed on the fist of Song Shuhang.

He had just finished cultivating in Medicine Master’s house, so he was not full of mental energy, spiritual energy, and qi and blood energy. However, by making use of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, he would have no problem to unleash a strike or two.

“Boom!”

The claw and the fist collided, and this time, the whole arm of Altar Master had been shattered by Song Shuhang, then turned into particles and dissipated in the air.

However… the ghost of Altar Master had no sense of pain. The claw being crushed did not affect it at all. Moreover, the crushed ghost claw absorbed the impact of the punch of Song Shuhang!

The ghost of Altar Master screamed and took the opportunity to pounce on Song Shuhang. Opening its mouth, it showed its sharp teeth and bit at the neck of Song Shuhang. If Song Shuhang really got bitten by it, his neck would be torn open.

If so, then tomorrow’s headlines would be—’Horrible, A Man Seemingly Killed by Zombie!’.

‘I really lack combat experience… Fighting with cultivators is totally different from fighting with hooligans and bad boys.’ Song Shuhang sighed secretly.

As a newborn ghost, the ghost of Altar Master was obviously much weaker than him. However, with crazy attacks, it easily cornered him into a desperate situation!

“Armor!” as he shouted loudly, the talisman held in the other hand of his lighted up.

“Crack!”

The ghost of Altar Master bit onto a thin layer of light armor. Instead of crunching it, it had his sharp teeth broken.

However… as the ghost of Altar Master did not have any intelligence, it still held the body of Song Shuhang, and kept biting the light armor around his neck like a mad dog.

“It’s over.” Song Shuhang shouted in low voice. “Basic Fist, Number Two!”

His fists were as fast as shooting stars, each of them filled with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. In an instant, more than twenty fists were struck on the ghost of Altar Master.

Unaware it should dodge them, the ghost of Altar Master just took all the over twenty punches. Its body was suddenly shattered and slowly turned into particles.

Even in the last moment of its disappearance, it was still biting on the light armor of Song Shuhang ferociously and desperately…

The light armor shimmered, but remained unbroken.

Even the most powerful strike of the living Altar Master couldn’t break the armor, not to mention a ghost that was born with his resentment and curse before he died.

Song Shuhang exhaled deeply, standing still for quite a while.

Then, with a deep sigh, he went back to Jiangnan College resolutely.

This time… Altar Master had been as dead a doornail? Even his ghost had been gone. He shouldn’t be able to come bother him again?

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The roommates hadn’t come back. It seemed that they would not come back today.

Song Shuhang turned the computer on and logged in Nine Provinces Number One Group as usual.

Today, the group was very busy.

Shuhang checked the chat records.

At first, Medicine Master went online. “Who’s online recently? Wanna look for the floating Mysterious Island in the East Sea?”

“I’m about to go there. What’s going on?” Northern River’s Loose Cultivator replied. He had been organizing the members of the group to explore the Mysterious Island.

“I’m on the way to the East Sea.” A senior whose ID was True Monarch Ancient Lake Temple replied with a ?.

As his name had ‘True Monarch’ in it, he probably had reached Sixth Stage True Monarch Realm just like True Monarch White! However, his seniority in the group was the same as Northern River’s Loose Cultivator’s, as he also broke through Fifth Stage Realm and reached Sixth Stage Realm a dozen years ago.

“Ancient Lake, you’re going there? I have arrived near the East Sea, but I have not found the Mysterious Island yet. Tell me when you arrive here.” Thrice Reckless Mad Saber followed.

Scholar Drunken Moon popped up with a ?. “Brother Thrice Reckless, aren’t you in seclusion?”

“Hahaha, I’ve finished it.” Thrice Reckless Mad Saber laughed… The task of receiving True Monarch White was assigned to little friend Song Shuhang. Why the hell should he still stay in seclusion?

Scholar Drunken Moon sent a ? and lurked again.

Medicine Master showed his ‘slow typing’ talent again. Other seniors had already chatted for quite a while before he managed to send his second message. “The Mysterious Island is a little bit strange… Two friends of mine and their child Daoists just got out of the Mysterious Island. But, they all lost memories of the Mysterious Island. Only one child Daoist remembered some bits and pieces about the Island, but their memory was also incomplete. So, please be well prepared before stepping onto the Mysterious Island.”