Chapter 615 - 615: A Domineering Declaration

With that, Ying Chen looked at Zhao Yuan expectantly.

He knew Zhao Yuan was a brilliant doctor. While he showed the wound to explain what had happened, he also hoped Zhao Yuan could help treat the injury, which had been festering for five years without healing.

Zhao Yuan understood his intentions.

Saving lives and healing the sick was a doctor's duty. Besides, Ying Chen was a member of the Ying Family. With that connection, he certainly couldn't stand by and do nothing.

So, he activated his Qi Observation Technique and glanced at the wound.

A dense cloud of Ghost Qi shrouded the wound on Ying Chen's abdomen. It was precisely this Ghost Qi that kept the wound festering and prevented it from healing.

But Zhao Yuan was certain the Ying Family could also see this problem. After all, they were a Witchcraft and Divination Family, and dealing with Ghosts was their specialty. 'So why hasn't this Ghost Qi been dispelled after five years?'

Zhao Yuan frowned, lost in thought.

Ying Chen lowered his shirt, not daring to make a sound for fear of disturbing Zhao Yuan's train of thought.

The seconds ticked by.

Ying Chen was on pins and needles, each moment feeling like an eternity.

Suddenly, Zhao Yuan looked up and asked him, "Where have you been living for the past five years?"

'What does that have to do with my injury?' Ying Chen wondered, but he still answered immediately, "Ever since I was injured, I moved back to our family's ancestral home. It was more convenient for my family members to take care of me."

"Just as I thought." Zhao Yuan nodded. "And during these five years, have you continued to practice your Cultivation?"

"Yes," Ying Chen replied. "I wanted to increase my power and force out the Ghost Qi."

"But you didn't succeed," Zhao Yuan said. "In fact, you found that as your Cultivation improved, the Ghost Qi grew stronger too, didn't you?"

Ying Chen's jaw dropped, his face a mask of shock and disbelief.

Because it was just as Zhao Yuan had described. For five years, the Ghost Qi on his wound had only grown stronger, never weaker.

"How did you know?" Ying Chen asked, astonished.

"I analyzed the situation, of course," Zhao Yuan replied. "Your wound is serious, but it shouldn't have lasted for five years. There are two reasons it became such a persistent problem."

"First, you never should have moved back to your ancestral home. The Ying Family is a Witchcraft and Divination Family. Not only is your ancestral home thick with Yin Qi, but your family's masters all possess Ghost Spirits, which fills the estate with a grim Ghost Qi. While you were living there, even if the Ghost Qi on your wound was dispelled, it would be immediately replenished. It's a wonder it didn't get worse!"

"Second, you shouldn't have practiced your Cultivation before the wound was healed. The Cultivation Techniques of the Witch and Priest School are mostly related to Yin Qi, which is the perfect nourishment for Ghost Qi. With the Ghost Qi on your wound being fed by a constant supply of Yin Qi, of course it grew stronger!"

"So that's why," Ying Chen said, his face a mixture of dawning realization and regret.

He had thought that living in the ancestral home, with the help of his family's masters, would be good for his injury. He also believed that if he improved his Cultivation, he could dispel the Ghost Qi. He never imagined that both methods were completely wrong, and that he had suffered five years of torment for nothing.

Ying Chen declared at once, "I'll move out of the ancestral home today. I'll stop my Cultivation and focus all my energy on expelling the Ghost Qi. I won't resume until the wound is healed."

"That's not enough." Zhao Yuan shook his head. "The Ghost Qi has been in the wound for five years. Ordinary methods won't be able to dispel it. I suggest you find a Daoist Temple or a Buddhist Temple to stay in. Then, have your family collect the ash from burnt Soul-Stabilizing Incense. They should mix that ash with the ash from the incense burners used in worship of the Immortals and Buddhas at the temple, in a two-to-one ratio. Finally, bind it all together with Rooster Blood and apply the paste to your wound. Only this method will be able to completely dispel the Ghost Qi."

"I'll remember that. As soon as I get back, I'll do exactly as you've instructed, Mr. Zhao." Ying Chen was overjoyed, thanking him profusely.

Zhao Yuan waved a hand, cutting him off. "That's enough. Let's get back to the matter of the villa. After you and your family members were injured by that Evil Ghost, didn't you ask the rest of your family for help? As far as I know, the Ying Family has quite a few masters."

Having been in contact with Ying Ji for some time, Zhao Yuan had learned a fair bit about the Ying Family.

In the Ying Family, aside from an ancestor whose power was unfathomable, there were also two masters at the Serenity Realm and nine masters at the Qi Listening Realm.

It was this very strength that made the Ying Family one of the more renowned families within the Witch and Priest School.

Ying Chen's own power might not be much to speak of, but could it be that even the masters of the Ying Family were no match for the Evil Ghost hiding in the Cao Tang Peninsula District?

Ying Chen sighed. "I asked the family for help immediately, and they did send masters to deal with the Evil Ghost. But the creature is exceptionally cunning. It knew it couldn't win a direct confrontation, so it hid in the shadows and launched sneak attacks. Its concealment skills are incredible; even the masters in my family couldn't find its hiding place. While they weren't seriously injured, they were worn down by its relentless ambushes and eventually had no choice but to retreat..."

Zhao Yuan nodded. He had witnessed the Evil Ghost's cunning and its methods of concealment for himself just yesterday.

Any creature that could slip away right under his and the Bone Woman's noses was certainly no ordinary being!

After a moment's hesitation, Ying Chen said cautiously, "Mr. Zhao, maybe... maybe I shouldn't sell the villa after all."

Zhao Yuan asked with a wry smile, "Why not? Are you afraid I'll suffer a defeat at the hands of this Evil Ghost?"

Ying Chen looked a little awkward. It was obvious that was exactly what he was thinking.

His intentions were good, but Zhao Yuan didn't appreciate the sentiment.

The feng shui of that villa was comparable to a Blessed Land! A place like that has been a treasured ground coveted by Cultivators since ancient times!

Zhao Yuan was certain that if the villa's true nature were made public, countless Cultivators would flock to fight over it, wave after wave. It wouldn't matter that an Evil Ghost was squatting there; even if a far more terrifying entity had taken up residence, they would still come.

Ying Chen and the Ying Family had clearly underestimated the villa's feng shui. They probably only saw the "Jade Belt Around the Waist" formation and failed to notice the dense Scholarly Qi.

After all, not everyone possessed the Qi Observation Technique. Even other Cultivators at the Qi Listening Realm could only sense Qi; they couldn't see it with the same clarity as Zhao Yuan.

An ordinary Cultivator would only realize just how incredible the place was after moving in.

Unfortunately, Ying Chen was driven out by the Evil Ghost just as he began renovations, so he never found out that the place was actually a Blessed Land. Otherwise, the Ying Family would have certainly dispatched more masters to subdue the Evil Ghost and reclaim it.

"Don't worry about me. I'm actually quite keen to go have a little 'talk' with this Evil Ghost. If it's sensible, I don't mind having another neighbor. If it isn't, well, I'm not afraid of it!"

It was a domineering declaration.

But this wasn't arrogance; he truly had the power to back up his words.

Besides possessing the legacy of Wu Peng, he also wielded the Celestial Thunder Power he had 'stolen' from a Thunder Tribulation—the ultimate bane of all demons and ghosts.

Of course, the Bone Woman was an exception...