Chapter 86: There Has Never Been a Gentle Ghost King

“Little thing, you’re no match for me! You’re still too green.”
Dong Weike teased Fu Yang, lifting his chin with slender fingers, a clear hint of provocation in her gesture.
The effect was immediate—Fu Yang felt a surge of desire, a wild urge to pin this feisty girl to the bed and take her with reckless abandon!
Of course, that was only a fantasy.
If Weike ever found out what he was thinking, she would probably have a hundred ways to teach him the meaning of “death.” An even more formidable force than Ye Liangchen…
“Fu Yang, I’m asking you: have you been practicing diligently these days? When will you be ready for the ritual?”
Spurt.
Fu Yang nearly sprayed water all over Dong Weike as he drank.
Ah Huang had talked to him before—normally, for someone with the right foundation, it takes about seven years from first starting out to being able to attempt the ritual. Progress thereafter comes incrementally.
He’d only truly practiced for three years, and reaching the level of a nearly initiated master was already a sign of great talent!
Yet it had only been a few days, and Dong Weike was already asking if he could perform the ritual?
“My queen, do you think I’m Zhang Daoling or Lu Xiujing reincarnated? It’s only been a few days and you expect me to be ready?”
“Others might not manage, but you’re the sole heir of the Ghost Path, gifted beyond compare! Of course you can! Haven’t you noticed how quickly you’re learning to draw talismans?”
“Well, that's true. I've already mastered four: the Ghost Suppressing Talisman, the Invisibility Talisman, the Speed Talisman, and the Shield Talisman.”
Fu Yang nodded honestly.
“Knowing you’re special and still not working hard! Are you hoping I’ll eat you alive?”
Dong Weike exploded, showering him with scolding until he shrank into the sofa, silent as a quail.
After a long pause, he finally protested, “It’s not my fault. Without actual combat, just theory doesn’t work; I can’t make progress. When fighting those bad guys out there, their abilities far outstrip mine. I need someone on my level…”
His explanation made sense—even the proud and quick-tempered Queen Weike found herself at a loss for words.
After a while, she grinned slyly, “I have an idea.”
What the hell?!
Fu Yang immediately grew wary, a bad feeling flickering in his heart…
Two hours later, at Xishan Cemetery.
“Weike, why are we here?”
Fu Yang asked curiously. Ah Huang, who had been summoned along, was equally puzzled. He knew this was where Fu Yang first met Dong Weike—were they here to relive memories, commemorate their legendary encounter?

“Why call me along as a third wheel? What nonsense…” Ah Huang grumbled silently.
Dong Weike beamed brightly, turning to look at them both.
“Fu Yang, didn’t you say you need someone on your level to practice? Well, your stinky Taoist friend is perfect for the job.”
What?!
Both men were utterly dumbfounded.
Who could have guessed Weike would have them spar with each other?
“Yes, is there a problem? Don’t worry, Xishan Cemetery is my turf. Even if you smash each other’s brains out, no one will interfere…”
Damn it, that’s not what I’m worried about at all!
Fu Yang wailed inwardly, feeling completely out of sync with this ghost queen…
“Weike, Ah Huang’s skills are way beyond mine. If we fight, I’ll just be asking for a beating.”
Beside him, Ah Huang waggled his eyebrows, grinning lewdly while cracking his knuckles.
“Do you think I’m stupid? Of course I considered that. Too easy…”
With that, she raised her hand and a black streak of energy shot out, piercing Ah Huang with blinding speed.
His face changed instantly. He checked his body inside and out, then cried out, “What the hell?! My powers, my skills, what happened…”
“Hehe, my turf, my rules! Here at Xishan Cemetery, I can temporarily seal the powers of anyone weaker than myself. So, I’ve reduced Ah Huang’s level to match yours. Fu Yang, do your best!”
Dong Weike even struck the famous ‘fist baby’ pose from the internet.
Cute as it was, to Ah Huang it looked like the face of a devil!
He lamented internally, “Damn! I thought Dong Weike was a good ghost with no sins. Clearly, my titanium-plated dog eyes were blind! There are no gentle ghost kings!”
He sprawled on the ground like a dead dog, whining, “No, no, I don’t want to…”
Dong Weike conjured an apple from nowhere, munching as she sat atop a tombstone, swinging her legs. Watching the unmoving duo, she laughed, “Whoever loses will spend the night in Xishan Cemetery. Believe me, I have ways to ensure you won’t be able to leave.”
Oh hell no!
Faced with such a “cruel” punishment, Fu Yang and Ah Huang were stupefied, unable to accept it. Was she forcing them to fight for their lives?
“I protest! I…”
“By the urgent decree, grant me the power of the Three Pure Ones! Wind, arise!”
Fu Yang was still protesting against the ghost queen’s tyrannical rule, but Ah Huang proved sly. While pretending to be a corpse on the ground,

he suddenly sprang up and launched his attack!
He summoned a Wind Talisman, and a blast of wind knocked Fu Yang off his feet and sent him sprawling.
“Damn it!” Fu Yang cursed as he hit the ground.
“Don’t blame me, brother. Your queen is too much for me. I don’t want to spend the night in a cemetery, so I’ve got to screw you over.”
Ah Huang, ever calm, grinned wickedly and waggled his eyebrows.
Well, don’t blame me then!
Fu Yang flipped upright in a swift leap. His steps were lightning fast; his thigh muscles propelled him like a leopard towards Ah Huang.
He’d always been physically strong, and, losing the initiative, he chose close combat.
“Fire Talisman!”
A ball of flame hurtled at Fu Yang.
“Shield!”
Fu Yang’s hands moved in tandem, drawing talismans in the air from both sides!
With his fingers, he traced the patterns mid-air—a skill he’d only discovered yesterday.
In the blink of an eye, the air shimmered, and without the use of talisman paper, the Shield Talisman’s effect appeared.
An invisible, transparent shield formed ahead, blocking Ah Huang’s fire attack.
Ah Huang was so stunned, he forgot to keep fighting. His mouth hung open in shock.
“Amazing, bro! You’re cheating, aren’t you? Drawing talismans in the air—that’s a skill only a second-level master possesses.”
For Taoists, catching monsters and banishing ghosts requires a lot of “tools.”
Ink lines, red threads, talismans, magical implements… and so on.
These tools possess mysterious powers, connecting Taoists to the forces of nature and granting them the ability to perform spells.
But as a Taoist’s strength increases and they reach a certain realm, most spells can be simplified, except for a few special ones. This is because their understanding of the universe has deepened. (Second update!)