Chapter 127: She Truly Has Never Killed Anyone

Xiao Yang, having gained the upper hand, was in high spirits.

"I don't care if you are demons or monsters, I shall slay you all with a single stroke of my sword!"

"Young Master! What is the origin of that wooden sword in your hand?"

The Profound Ice White Tiger finally concluded that the wooden sword must be the source of the anomaly. Otherwise, if any random piece of wood could slay evil spirits across levels of cultivation, the plight of those ghosts would be far too embarrassing.

"It's a peach wood sword!" Xiao Yang replied nonchalantly as he gracefully decapitated an evil spirit.

"A peach wood sword?" The Profound Ice White Tiger was taken aback. It knew of peach trees—they were not even considered spiritual plants. Wood from such a tree could never possess this kind of power. It immediately suspected Xiao Yang of lying.

"If you don't want to tell me, fine, but don't lie to me," it muttered quietly.

However, Xiao Yang was too busy hacking away at the spirits to pay it any mind. One strike per ghost! A single touch meant an injury; a single slash meant certain death. Xiao Yang was like a deity descended to earth, taking on seven hundred foes at once. He was actually gaining the upper hand, and many of the evil spirits, witnessing his divine might, could not help but retreat a few steps. They were clearly terrified. In all their years as ghosts, they had never encountered such a ferocious human—a single man chasing a horde of ghosts across the field.

"What are you running for!" Xiao Yang grumbled with some dissatisfaction as he pierced an evil spirit through with his sword.

Finally, under the pressure of Xiao Yang’s assault, the many evil spirits succumbed to fear. They scrambled toward the corners of the room, vanishing the moment they reached the walls. In no time at all, the hundreds of ghosts had disappeared without a trace.

"Such cowards, how dull!" Xiao Yang waved his peach wood sword casually.

"Young Master is mighty!" Seeing the battle conclude, the Profound Ice White Tiger trotted over, fawning over him. It had clearly forgotten that it was a Demon King in its own right.

"Those spots are likely where the remains of those evil spirits are hidden," Xiao Yang said, recalling movies he had seen in his past life.

Intrigued, the Profound Ice White Tiger chose a gloomy corner at random and dug a few times with its claws. Just as Xiao Yang had expected, several broken bones were soon unearthed. The moment the bones appeared, a green-eyed ghost with bared fangs lunged out, charging straight at the tiger.

"You're courting death!" The tiger opened its mouth and exhaled a blast of freezing mist. The green-eyed ghost, clearly lacking in cultivation, instantly turned into an ice sculpture. With a gentle tap from the tiger, the sculpture shattered into shards.

At that moment, the Profound Ice White Tiger discovered something—a round, gray object, half-buried in the soil. Without hesitation, it picked it up. After turning it over in its palm and finding nothing special, it turned to show Xiao Yang. However, Xiao Yang was already walking over.

"Young Master! This thing is a bit strange."

Xiao Yang glanced at it, and his eyes lit up immediately.

Name: Evil Spirit Soul Crystal
Quality: Common
Function: Consumed by spirits to enhance the strength of their soul body.
Recycle Value: 10,000 Krypton Gold Points.

"Good stuff!" Ignoring whether the Profound Ice White Tiger was willing, he snatched the crystal away and commanded, "Don't just stare at it, keep digging!"

One crystal was worth 10,000 Krypton Gold Points. With seven or eight hundred evil spirits, that meant seven or eight million points. A windfall!

Though the Profound Ice White Tiger was confused, it continued to dig for bones. Almost every time it dug, an evil spirit would charge out, and every single one brought Xiao Yang another 10,000 points.

"Roar!"
"Stab!"

As a ghost emerged, Xiao Yang, having waited for this moment, thrust his sword forward. The aggressive spirit instantly deflated like a punctured ball, shrinking until it dissipated into the air. Before it had even vanished, the next victim was dug out. Xiao Yang was responsible for the stabbing, and the tiger for the digging. The man and the beast worked with remarkable synergy. In a short while, Xiao Yang had gained 700,000 Krypton Gold Points, and the number was rising steadily. With every breath, the count jumped.

Half an hour later, "Young Master! I've been digging here for a while, but there are no more bones."

Xiao Yang nodded slightly. The evil spirits in this area must have been wiped out. "Then let's change locations and keep digging." He knew that the horde of ghosts hadn't just run to one spot; there were several other places where they had vanished.

"Very well!" Though the Profound Ice White Tiger didn't know what the crystals were for, it felt it didn't need to know. It only needed to remember its role as a ruthless earth-digging machine. It wouldn't ask, and it was too lazy to do so. Besides, it wasn't currently in the palace getting itself killed, so what was a little digging?

The pair moved to a new spot and continued digging and slaying. After dispatching seven more, the tiger’s claws suddenly stopped. It called out with a puzzled expression, "Young Master, this bone is a bit strange."

Xiao Yang looked down to see a fragment of pale red bone, radiating a thick, bloody stench. It was vastly different from the white bones they had found earlier.

"Forget it, summon it out and finish it off!" Xiao Yang didn't discriminate. If it dared to come out, he would finish it with the peach wood sword.

Just then, wisps of red gas appeared, and a figure crawled out from the withered bone. Xiao Yang raised his sword to strike, but a plea for mercy rang in his ears.

"My lord, have mercy! I have never harmed anyone."

Xiao Yang paused, examining the new arrival curiously. This spirit was different from the others—it was a female ghost, and quite a beautiful one at that. She had large eyes and a delicate face; the only flaw was her complexion, which was deathly, ghastly pale.

"My lord, I have no ill intentions. Please, let me go." The female ghost knelt on the ground, sobbing. With her pretty face and dainty voice, it was quite convincing.

"What if I say no?" Xiao Yang squinted, a hint of killing intent radiating from him.

The ghost shivered at the feeling of his intent and lowered her head. "If you must kill me, my lord, then I have no choice but to accept my fate." She closed her eyes.

Xiao Yang’s tone shifted. "Fine, you may go." From the earlier battle, he had realized that the other spirits were mindless, acting purely on instinct. But this ghost clearly possessed consciousness. Furthermore, he sensed no malevolent energy on her. It seemed she was telling the truth: she had never killed anyone.

"Thank you, my lord!" she said respectfully. Sensing the danger of the place, she added, "My lord, there is a terrifying Corpse King here. You should leave as soon as possible."

She turned to leave, but before she could, Xiao Yang reached out and grabbed her. Her touch was icy and bone-chilling.