The Demon Lord of All Forms

Chapter 21 Yang Zhen

A pang of regret welled up in the woman's heart.

What a waste of such a handsome man.

The woman's arms slowly tightened, and a bone-chilling coldness surged from her body, like countless ice needles piercing Yun Weiyang's skin, seeping into his muscles, and freezing his body. At the same time, a chilling death aura invaded Yun Weiyang's neck, spreading along his meridians towards his sea of ​​consciousness.

The woman sensed the vastness and depth of Yun Weiyang's soul, like a boundless ocean. She was first startled, then overjoyed. If she could devour such a massive soul, her cultivation would at least rise by one major realm.

The woman began to devour, and the death energy transformed into countless tiny tentacles that reached into the depths of the ocean, attempting to drain the seawater. However, as soon as these tentacles touched the surface of the sea, they were instantly burned to ashes, as if they had touched a scorching hot iron plate.

A woman's strength cannot shake this sea.

Yun Weiyang did not stop walking, nor did she even look back.

"You ghosts," Yun Weiyang spoke, her tone calm, "can you all devour souls like you?"

The woman in white's expression changed drastically. Her hands instantly transformed into sharp claws, and her ten fingers became sharp bone spurs, which she plunged viciously into Yun Weiyang's neck.

Ding!

A crisp bell rang.

The woman in white froze abruptly, her soul flickering like an oil lamp blown by the wind. A bronze bell appeared above her head, jingling softly. Each ring of the bell was like a knife cutting into her soul.

The woman let out a low sob, released Yun Weiyang, fell off his back, and knelt on the ground. Her body trembled, and her soul flickered constantly with the sound of the bell, as if it would dissipate at any moment.

Yun Weiyang turned around, squatted down, stretched out her left hand, grabbed the woman's neck, tightened her fingers, and pinched into her soul.

The woman in white wore a pained expression. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. Her light gray eyes no longer held any pitifulness or shyness, only fear.

"This is the first time I've ever encountered a ghost." Yun Weiyang looked at her face with a smile. "The cultivation world is indeed very interesting."

Yun Weiyang's hand clenched tightly.

Click!

The woman in white had a broken neck, her head was tilted to one side, her mouth was open, and the light in her eyes had faded.

The alarm bell rang again, its sound urgent and shrill. The white-clad woman's soul exploded amidst the ringing, transforming into a wisp of grayish-white ghostly energy, which was absorbed into Yun Weiyang's palm.

Yun Weiyang closed her eyes, feeling the ghostly energy surge into her sea of ​​consciousness, being crushed and absorbed. Yun Weiyang gained the woman's memories. This female ghost named Xiaoqian was a disciple of a small sect in her previous life. After being murdered, her resentment lingered, and she transformed into a vengeful ghost, wandering in this mountain forest for thirty years, devouring more than a dozen passing rogue cultivators.

But Yun Weiyang did not get what he wanted most.

In the female ghost's memory, there was no information about "how ghosts are formed". She didn't know why she could become a ghost, where her devouring ability came from, or what the essence of ghosts was. She became a ghost in a daze, devoured souls in a daze, and lived in a daze.

Yun Weiyang opened her eyes, her brows furrowing slightly.

What a disappointment!

He originally wanted to see which was stronger, his own devouring ability or the ghost's devouring ability. Now, although he has confirmed that his ability to devour souls is much stronger than that of the ghost, he has not yet figured out the principle behind the ghost's devouring of souls.

Yun Weiyang opened her palm, revealing a deep blue jade in her hand.

The jade was small, about the thickness of a thumb, and was entirely dark blue with a misty aura circulating inside. It was icy to the touch. It was something left behind by the female ghost after her death. It was Yin Jade, the core of ghosts, and could be used to refine elixirs or to raise ghosts. It should fetch a good price in the market.

Yun Weiyang glanced at it and casually put the Yin Jade into his storage bag; he wasn't particularly interested in it.

Brushing the dust off her robe, Yun Weiyang was about to leave when a voice suddenly came from behind her.

"Fellow Daoist, please wait!"

Yun Weiyang turned around and saw a young man in blue walking out of the dense forest.

The young man was in his early twenties, with a handsome face and a heroic air about him. His smile was gentle and approachable. He wore a long blue robe with flame patterns embroidered on the hem.

This person's cultivation level is slightly higher than Yun Weiyang's, reaching the peak of the Longevity Realm, only one step away from the Dao Embryo stage.

The young man walked up to Yun Weiyang, clasped his hands in a salute, and smiled broadly.

"I am Yang Zhen, a member of the Yang family of Yunshan. When I passed by this place, I sensed an evil aura and wanted to come and help, but I didn't expect that you had already dealt with the female ghost."

Yang Zhen glanced at the remaining traces of ghostly energy on the ground, then looked at Yun Weiyang, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes: "Fellow Daoist's cultivation is extraordinary. This female ghost has at least the cultivation of the Longevity Realm. Even if I were to deal with her, it would take some effort. I didn't expect that you could disperse her without even disturbing your aura."

Yang Zhen's gaze fell on the terrifying bell at Yun Weiyang's waist, and he looked on with envy.

"Fellow Daoist Yun, this bell of yours must be a magical artifact, right?"

Yun Weiyang looked at Yang Zhen with a smile and nodded.

"That's right, it was given to me by my elders for self-defense."

Upon hearing this, Yang Zhen's eyes lit up. He looked Yun Weiyang up and down and asked, "Fellow Daoist Yun, are you also from a prominent family? I don't think I've ever heard of a family with the surname Yun in Cangzhou."

Looking at Yun Weiyang's unchanging smile, Yang Zhen suddenly realized something.

"I understand, it's a pseudonym, I get it."

Yang Zhen laughed heartily, with an expression that said, "We're all on the same side."

Yun Weiyang looked at Yang Zhen, and the spiritual light on the Soul-Startling Bell in her hand rippled slightly.

Just then, a voice called out from afar.

"Brother Yang!"

Yang Zhen turned her head and called out in the direction the voice came from, "This way!"

A short while later, a man and a woman emerged from the dense forest.

The man was pale-faced and had a cold expression. He had a long knife at his waist and walked like a leopard that was about to pounce. The woman was petite with delicate features and wore a tight-fitting outfit. She looked heroic and dashing.

The two walked closer and looked at Yun Weiyang, who was opposite Yang Zhen, for a moment.

The cold-faced man frowned slightly; the pretty woman's eyes lit up, and she smiled at Yun Weiyang.

"Brother Zhang, Fellow Daoist Li, let me introduce you." Yang Zhen pointed to Yun Weiyang: "This is Yun Weiyang, Fellow Daoist Yun. That female ghost has already been destroyed by Fellow Daoist Yun."

The cold, stern man's expression changed slightly, and the pretty woman's expression also changed, her gaze towards Yun Weiyang becoming more scrutinizing.

Yang Zhen didn't notice anything amiss and continued to introduce them enthusiastically: "Fellow Daoist Yun, this is Brother Zhang Yuanying, and this is Fellow Daoist Li Qinghe, a rogue cultivator I've met."