Who Brought Him into the Cultivation World?-Chapter 341 - 283: Ghost Shadow... No. 1

"How interesting, it actually managed to escape the tracking of the Spiritual Treasure!"

A face with a waxy complexion and expressionless features suddenly lifted. The eyes were as large as copper bells, glaring wide with anger; the bridge of the nose was slightly collapsed, and beneath it, two whiskers were long and slightly curled.

He seemed to be just over forty years old, holding a blue Compass in his hand. The material was indistinguishable, but it was somewhat miraculous, emitting a faint glow. Inside, it did not bear the typical markings of Postnatal Trigrams, Ten Celestial Stems, and Twelve Earthly Branches.

The pointer had only one end, now completely still.

The man with the paralyzed face beckoned with his right hand, and a corpse with a blank expression walked up. It wore a red robe with an uneven gait, swaying unpredictably.

Upon seeing its hands, with muscles bulging and veins resembling coiling dragons, they were starkly incongruous with its slender body. Looking up along its frame, the flat chest seemed slightly sunken, and with the breeze, one could distinctly feel much of it collapsed inward.

Looking at its face, half was exquisite, the other half already burnt beyond recognition.

Ox!

Even just by that half of the face, it was still recognizable.

Because the remaining half still held identifiable features.

However, her current state was eerily bizarre, as if she had been refined into a Corpse Puppet.

Once the paralyzed man waited for Ox to approach, he stretched out his right hand to touch her forehead. In just a moment, he managed to gradually guide out a small stream of energy from her body. As soon as the energy left her body, it ignited, transforming into a white flame.

"Quite a skillful Divine Technique!"

The man praised softly, cradling the energy and slowly sent it into the Compass. As soon as the Compass touched the tiny flame, it absorbed it immediately, causing the pointer to spin wildly.

After a while, when the pointer finally stopped, it seemed to have returned to its original point.

"As expected, it’s still not working."

The man’s face was expressionless, his tone calm.

The Divine Power Fire on Ox had been deliberately sealed within her body to use this Divine Technique to find its master.

The Compass had been working normally, but a few days ago, it suddenly malfunctioned, unable to indicate any direction no matter how it was tried.

A Spiritual Treasure couldn’t possibly make a mistake, nor could it be broken.

The only explanation was probably that the other party had other means of concealing themselves.

Indeed, it’s a kid full of secrets!

"Forget it, come with me to another place first."

The man had to give up tracking Han Yu for the time being and spoke to the now dead Ox as if to himself.

The place he referred to was the Earth Palace that Han Yu and a few others from the Self-Improvement Sect had stumbled into not long ago. When the man and the corpse stood in front of a large mountain, looking at the barren slope, the man’s expressionless face showed a slight frown.

This appeared unusual; despite the lush greenery of the mountain, this particular spot was oddly barren.

"It seems like someone has tampered with it."

The paralyzed man murmured to himself, his purpose for coming was to determine if there was indeed a situation here.

Seeing him spread his hands slightly, making a motion as if separating them, there seemed to be an invisible force that silently tore the entire slope apart.

The entrance to the Earth Palace appeared before them, leading into the deep darkness below.

The man, however, beckoned nonchalantly, and the man and corpse slowly descended the steps.

In the passage where one couldn’t see the fingers in front of them, it was impossible to see the two figures, only the uneven steps echoing.

They soon arrived at the hall of the Earth Palace, where the countless stone pillars now emitted only faint luminescence.

On the altar, the four Dragon Capturing Pillars had lost their luster, with the Great Cauldron atop them silent.

The man slowly walked up, step by step, ascending the altar, and peeked into the cauldron only to find it empty.

The almighty divine creature suppressed there had long disappeared without a trace.

"Now the real fun begins."

The man slowly shook his head as he spoke, preparing to step back when suddenly a silhouette quickly descended from above, pouncing at him.

At a glance, it was a mass of black, soft material; Han Yu would recognize this object, and so would the man.

Seeing it about to touch him, the soft material suddenly shot out countless threads, seemingly trying to wrap around the man entirely.

"Seal!"

Unfortunately, before it could get close, the man casually raised a hand. With just a simple word, it was as if his words carried power, freezing it in mid-air.

"Ah!"

The soft monster emitted a piercing shriek, trying to bewilder the man below, but after a few cries, it found that the man remained unfazed.

Then, with a gentle point of his index finger, the immobilized monster shattered like porcelain into countless pieces.

"You are truly disgusting!"

The man glanced at the fragments on the ground, letting out a soft snort. As soon as he finished speaking, at the same time the fragments shattered, a creature half the size of the previous monster quickly tried to escape towards the passage.

"Seal!"

Again, another gentle point sealed the creature in place, constantly morphing in shape, trying to reach the exit with its extending form.

"Indeed a resilient life form."

The paralyzed man eyed the blob-like entity, deep in thought.

This creature, from a certain perspective, could be said to be unkillable. As long as given the slightest opportunity, it could immediately split into another new life form, making it quite troublesome.

It ought to have been an excellent Divine Technique, but it was uncontrollable, making it impossible for the Holy Sect to utilize and thus suppressed here.

In the history of the Holy Sect, due to its regenerative characteristics, this creature almost led the sect to destroy it several times, but it was also repeatedly preserved for the same reason.

It was simply too valuable to let go.

"Collect!"

A small porcelain bottle appeared in the man’s hand. After lightly beckoning, an invisible force drew the creature towards the bottle.

After finishing this, the man’s rigid face showed a slight shift.

There was still another matter waiting for him on this trip.

But he really didn’t want to go.

"A bunch of kids playing house over there, it’s really not suitable for me to go, don’t you agree?"

The man seemed to be talking to himself but directed his words toward the now dead Ox.

"There’s nothing wrong with playing house, but sometimes when they get too mischievous, an adult should come out and give them a little lesson."

"But I just don’t want to go. Why don’t you go for me?"

Upon saying this, the man paused, increasingly convinced it was a good idea.

With that in mind, he retrieved the porcelain bottle again, teasing out another blob of soft material.

The soft material struggled wildly, but the man still squeezed and kneaded it round and flat before placing it in front of Ox.

"Here, have a candy."

After saying this, the man abruptly released his grip, and the soft material regained its freedom, rushing towards Ox’s face. The moment it neared her face, it spread like cobwebs, worming through her eyes, ears, mouth, and nose.

In an instant, Ox, who had been silently following the man, suddenly moved autonomously.

"You’re free now, Ghost Shadow... Number One."