Chapter 338 Bringing a Little Ghost to Heel

Ding Ning’s eyes narrowed and his pupils expanded quickly. Two blue petals blossomed in his eyes and shattered with a boom!

The ghost head enveloped by the bubble screamed noiselessly and disappeared as the flower shattered, however…

The ghost head did not completely disappear without a trace. It left behind a round black bead that was neither metal, nor jade, nor stone, nor wood.

The illusory image of the ghost head was carved on the black bead. Its eyes were lifeless and swam around endlessly.

This was Ding Ning’s first time using Shattering Flower Pupil out of curiosity. Unexpectedly, this pupil technique was the same as Infinite Compassion and Mercy Palm, it required a large amount of soul strength to use. Afterward, it was as if he had over-indulged in debauchery and made him feel very tired.

He silently decided that unless it was necessary, he would not lightly use a technique that burned through so much of his strength. Eyes of Blue used spiritual strength, so he could use it more regularly.

However, all of his current attention was taken by the round black bead. The stone man on his chest suddenly flashed with red light and connected to his mind. It suddenly sent him an inheritance message.

This inheritance message made his entire body stiffen as if he was struck by lightning. It was Nine Ghosts and 13-needle Technique.

It was not until now that he knew that the Nine Ghosts and 13-needle Technique he had learned earlier was all superficial. The true Nine Ghosts and 13-needle technique required one to control nine ghosts to carry out the moxibustion. It could have miraculous effects such as bringing back the dead and clothing bones with flesh again.

This round black bead was the ghost’s soul, and it could be one of the nine souls. In Ding Ning’s understanding, it was like when some super-powerful warriors’ souls did not dissipate after their bodies died. It was clear that this ghost head must have been very powerful when he was alive.

What he could not understand was that it was clearly Sister Qiao who passed onto him the Nine Ghosts and 13-needle technique, why did it appear again in Chiyou’s inheritance?

Perhaps… a light suddenly flashed through Ding Ning’s mind, Sister Qiao’er was also a descendant of the Jiuli bloodline? What she had received had been an incomplete Nine Ghosts and 13-needle technique anyway.

Yes, it must be like this. Sister Qiao treated him as if he were her own and taught him everything she knew. She would not hold anything back. Thus, this was the only explanation.

Speaking from the heart, Ding Ning much more preferred curing patients and saving people than fighting and killing. Thus obtaining the complete Nine Ghosts and 13-needle technique made him happier than improving in his cultivation.

Following the ghost-control technique transmitted to him by the stone man, Ding Ning bit open his finger and squeezed out a drop of essential blood to drip onto the black bead.

When the black bead came into contact with Ding Ning’s essential blood, it quickly turned red. With a quiet click, it bloomed like a lotus flower at a rate visible to the naked eye.

The previously blank-gazed ghost head quickly recovered its agility and turned into a mini ghost about one-tenth of a nail before slipping into Ding Ning’s body. It ran joyfully through his meridians while the black bead disappeared into nothing silently.

Ding Ning’s expression became very strange. When the black bead absorbed his essential blood, a mental connection formed between him and the little ghost. He could feel the ghost’s strong admiration for him. The feeling of being connected by blood made him feel like the ghost was his child and he abruptly had a desire to spoil it.

He carefully sensed each action of the ghost and discovered that the ghost was endlessly looking for impurities in his body to eat as food. Although Ding Ning had purged his body and marrow, and there were very few impurities in his body, they were not completely bone. Eating the impurities as food, the ghost was constantly helping him clean out his body. This was an unexpected surprise.

After discovering the purpose of the little ghost, understanding suddenly dawned on Ding Ning’s expression. This Nine Ghosts and 12-needle technique was indeed miraculous. By using little ghosts to clean out the illness and foreign substances in a patient’s body combined with needle techniques, it would help the patient get better quicker.

This lit a fire in his heart. He wished he could immediately find another eight ghosts to refine and use the true Nine Ghosts and 13-needle technique.

But at this stage, he could only dream about it. How many powerful warriors in this world could die but leave behind their soul to become a ghost?

And how many could he run into? In the future, he could only pay particular attention to unusual spiritual incidences and see if he was lucky enough to get nine ghosts.

However, Ding Ning’s regret passed away in a flash. What followed was a joyful light shining from his eyes and a barely suppressed excitement.

Because he remembered Ye Huan and her sister’s mother, Sun Lanying. He could do nothing for her illness and this made him feel very useless and he was filled with guilt.

But now he had a little ghost who could eat cancer cells. With the two micro-organisms rice and bean sprout that could rejuvenate and replicate, and some medicine that could recover her life force, he now could see hope for curing late-stage cancer patients.

In the outside world, the fighting and killing continued. Red-eyed Ancient Warriors only had eyes for the rare treasure that was the Spirit-summoning Flag. Of the hundreds of people, there were only a few dozen left fighting.

The most cunning one was Ju Zhu. While everyone fought chaotically, he took advantage of the situation and sat out to the side to recover from his injuries. His eyes flashed with a ruthless light as he waited for these people to burn out their energy so that he could strike again and steal the treasure.

However, the opponents he were wary off were not these red-eyed Ancient Warriors. Instead, it was Demon of Fire, Long Xiaotian, Feng Ni’er, the black-robed man, Ning Ye, and Zhuo Bufan. These people had still not entered the fray.

Watching these people’s calm expressions, Ju Zhu was angry at himself and cursed himself for not being able to maintain his patience. Why did he have to act so rashly and caused himself to be injured? Now, at the very end, he stood in a very disadvantageous position.

Ding Ning watched the violent killing outside calmly, and there was not a single ripple in his calm eyes. These people had lost their humanity for the sake of the treasure, they could even kill their own family and friends. They did not deserve his sympathy, and it would be best if they all died.

He had not expected that his sudden idea to hide inside the Spirit-summoning Flag would work so well. He had reduced the level of danger to the lowest possible level.

Otherwise, even with the present strength of his body, he was not confident he could hold back an attack with the force of over a hundred Ancient Warriors.

At this moment, Feng Ni’er was ecstatic. Ding Ning had not appeared for a long time, he must have already died. Now that such a major calamity had disappeared, her entire body relaxed.

Once the fear was gone, it was as if she had undone a knot in her heart. Following it came a fierce hatred for Luoxue and the golden eagles.

While everyone’s attention was focused on the end of the fight, Feng Ni’er took a step forward. With a crack, she flipped her whip at Luoxue and smile ferociously. “B*tch, your lover dared to hit me. Now, let’s see who will protect you.”

Luoxue had no affection for this woman at all. Glancing at her coldly, she couldn’t be bothered to pay her any attention.

“Kneel and kowtow to me in apology, perhaps then I will spare you your miserable life.”

Feng Ni’er was angered by her disdainful glance and her face twisted as she yelled.

“Feng Ni’er, that’s enough.”

Long Xiaotian furrowed his brows and shouted, “Are you still not done?”

“Brother Xiaotian, what do you mean? How could you scold me for the sake of a b*tch? Do you like her?”

Feng Ni’er screeched with hatred and jealousy.

“You are talking nonsense. She is a normal person, and you can’t hurt her.”

Long Xiaotian said impatiently. His patience had already been worn out by Feng Ni’er’s arrogance and irrationality.

“You must like her, right? Otherwise, why would you help her?”

Feng Ni’er’s mentality was warped. She stared venomously at Luoxue and said in a harsh voice, “I won’t let you get what you want. The more you protect her, the more I am determined to kill her.”

“Young lady Feng, this is not the ancient martial world. I will not allow you to harm normal people.”

Seeing that Long Xiaotian had no intention of helping Feng Ni’er, Zhuo Bufan immediately let out a breath and stood out without a second thought.

“Who do you think you are to be able to control me? Get lost.”

Already filled with hatred and resentment, Feng Ni’er’s shouted with a ruthless expression and cracked her whip harshly toward Luoxue. Luoxue’s face paled in fear and couldn’t help but let out a scream.

Zhuo Bufan’s expression darkened. The long sword by his side was suddenly drawn and blocked this attack in an instant. Forcibly pushing down the anger in his heart, he said solemnly, “Young lady Feng, don’t be unreasonable. Stop.”

“You’re being unreasonable. Go die!”

Seeing Long Xiaotian’s rigid expression and his unwillingness to even look at her, much less help her, Feng Ni’er was angry and humiliated. Without thinking, the whip in hand flew toward Zhuo Bufan.

Zhuo Bufan swung his sword and blocked it. In a harsh voice, he shouted, “If you do not stop, do not blame me for returning your attacks.”

“Fight back, you b*stard, kill me if you dare. See if the Feng family doesn’t wipe out your family.”

Feng Ni’er was like a mad dog. The whip screamed through the air and whipped toward Zhuo Bufan.

“Feng Ni’er’, shut up! Don’t create a disaster for the Feng family.”

Long Xiaotian’s expression changed drastically. The large knife in his hand suddenly came out and blocked Feng Ni’er’s whip. With an ashen expression, he apologized to Zhuo Bufan. “Director Zhuo, Feng Ni’er spoke without thinking, please don’t take it to heart.”

Zhuo Bufan’s chest rose and fell heavily. Forcibly pushing down the anger in his heart, he coldly said, “Spoken without thinking yet she wants to wipe out my family. Looks like the Bureau of Religions is truly not much of a deterrent. The Feng family… hehe, truly is powerful. I will report this truthfully to our director.”

Long Xiaotian’s expression changed. With a serious expression, he spoke harshly to Feng Ni’er. “Feng Ni’er, apologize to Director Zhuo.”

“I won’t, why should I? He’s just a stupid secular director. Don’t even think about having me apologize.”

Feng Ni’er said with a disdainful expression and her head raised proudly.

Slap!

A crisp slap rang out across Feng Ni’er’s face. Long Xiaotian’s face was cloudy enough to rain. Word by word, he said, “Feng Ni’er’, I now officially announce that I cancel our marriage agreement. From now on, the survival of the Feng Family has nothing to do with the Long family. Now, you can do as you wish.”

“You, you dare to hit me? And you want to cancel the marriage agreement? Long Xiaotian, you b*stard, you must like that b*tch…”

Feng Ni’er covered her face. She looked at Long Xiaotian in disbelief and cried loudly.

“Completely unreasonable!”

Long Xiaotian’s face was ashen with anger. He turned and walked away, far away from Feng Ni’er, wearing an expression of what cannot be seen cannot bother me.

“B*tch, now you’re happy, right? I’m going to kill you!”

Feng Ni’er was like a madwoman. She leaped toward Luoxue with bloodshot eyes.

Zhuo Bufan was just about to go forward and stop Feng Ni’er but unexpectedly, the black-robed silver-masked man who had not moved until now stopped him. In a synthesized and electronic voice, he said, “There is no need for Director Zhuo to interfere in matters between women, right?”

“Who are you? Move!”

Zhuo Bufan’s expression tightened. Sensing a power aura of danger from the black-robed man’s body, he asked warily.

“A no-name nobody. As long as Director Zhuo minds your own business, I won’t do anything.”

The black-robed man said lightly.

“Aren’t you minding too much?”

Zhuo Bufan’s pupils contracted and all his muscles tensed. There did not seem to be any ripple of spiritual power from the black-robed man but he felt that the situation was very dangerous and he spoke carefully, not daring to be careless.

“Director Zhuo also minds a wide range of matters. It is inevitable that there is killing when Ancient Warriors fight for treasure. Time and time again, you hold back young lady Feng. Do you want to be enemies with the Feng family?”

The black-robed man said meaningfully.

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