94: Female Ghost

Although Tang Ruoling's Streamer room had been closed, the storm on the internet had just begun.

"Paper cranes delivering letters? Holy crap, is this Harry Potter's owl gone rogue?"

"Upstairs, you're thinking too small. This is called a Talisman for Thousand-Mile Sound Transmission, a true Daoist art!"

"I don't care, all I know is that Heavenly Master Zhang's face got slapped hard, and it feels so satisfying to watch!"

Countless screenshots and screen recordings were wildly circulating on major social media platforms, with their popularity even overshadowing the scandals of popular celebrities.

Soon, netizens with exceptional memory dug up a sensational old piece of news from a few months ago.

"Wait, why does this sound familiar? Do you still remember that swindler who crowdfunded an Immortal Cultivation Academy on Kunlun Mountain?"

"Holy crap! Now that you mention it... it really seems like it! That Dean was named Li Heng, and he even had a Streamer at the time, saying he would teach people Immortal Cultivation!"

"So... that academy wasn't a scam? And this Streamer named Tang Ruoling is a student of that academy?"

A single stone stirred up a thousand ripples.

The long-dormant "Kunlun Cultivation Academy" was once again pushed to the forefront, and countless people flocked to Tang Ruoling's now-black Streamer room, eager to uncover the truth.

However, Tang Ruoling, the instigator of all this, was completely oblivious.

She was sitting cross-legged on the floor of her dorm, a stack of yellow paper spread before her, diligently practicing the newly learned Formation and Talisman, preparing for the upcoming mid-term exam.

For her, the online commotion was far less tangible than earning contribution points... Mindong Province.

Inside a luxurious villa nestled against the mountains and sea, Duan Dongya stared intently at the dark Streamer interface on his phone, his heart pounding.

His intuition was screaming at him that the girl named Tang Ruoling was his last straw of hope.

But his rationality kept reminding him, how could there be such a mystical thing in this world? Paper cranes delivering letters? Traversing thousands of kilometers in two hours?

This was even more outrageous than a sci-fi movie!

Just as he was in the midst of this internal struggle, a maid, dressed in a servant's uniform, rushed over in a panic, her face filled with terror.

"Master! This is bad! Young Master... Young Master is having an episode again!"

Duan Dongya's face instantly turned ashen.

He abruptly stood up from the sofa and sternly ordered, "Quick! Get a few tall, strong bodyguards over there and hold him down! Don't let him hurt himself!"

"Yes! Yes!"

The maid scrambled out.

Duan Dongya didn't bother to think further and rushed towards the room on the second floor.

As soon as he reached the hallway, a chilling, shrill laugh emanated from the room; it was definitely not his son's voice.

He pushed open the door, and the sight before him broke his heart.

The room was a mess; his usually gentle and refined son, Duan Cheng, was currently being held down on the bed by four burly bodyguards.

Duan Cheng's face was contorted, his eyes rolled back, and he continuously let out strange, sharp, feminine laughter.

"Duan Dongya! You old geezer!"

The sharp female voice squeezed out from Duan Cheng's throat, filled with deep-seated malice.

"Do you think you're safe hiding here? I'm telling you, your son is doomed! He's going to suffer all the pain for you!"

Duan Dongya trembled all over, crying out in grief, "Cheng'er! Cheng'er, wake up!"

He clearly remembered that his son had gone to Japan on his behalf, and after returning from a business meeting with their partners there, he had become like this.

He had sought out famous doctors and pleaded with Masters, but all of them were helpless.

"Hahahahaha! Scream! Scream louder!"

The female voice grew even more rampant, "Soon, I will drag him into Hell, and you'll experience the pain of a parent outliving their child!"

Duan Dongya's legs went weak, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

Endless despair consumed him.

Just then.

"Flap... flap..."

A faint sound of wings flapping came from outside the window.

Duan Dongya instinctively turned his head to look.

He saw three paper cranes, folded from yellow paper, gracefully flying in through the open window.

He froze.

It's true... it really came!

What that girl said was actually true!

Everyone in the room was stunned by this eerie sight, and even Duan Cheng, who was struggling wildly on the bed, paused for a moment.

The female ghost possessing him felt a fatal threat.

The three paper cranes circled once in the air, then flew straight towards Duan Cheng on the bed.

"No!"

The sharp female voice carried fear for the first time.

As the three paper cranes approached Duan Cheng, they suddenly unfurled, transforming into three yellow Talismans covered in cinnabar runes.

One of them, a [Evil-Breaking Talisman], spontaneously ignited without fire!

"Sizzle—"

A wisp of green smoke rose from Duan Cheng's crown, accompanied by a shrill scream, and a translucent female figure, dressed in a kimono with a pale face, was forcibly expelled!

Duan Dongya saw clearly that the female ghost's attire was indeed in the style of Japan!

It was them causing trouble behind the scenes after all!

"I'll kill you!"

The kimono-clad female ghost glared maliciously at Duan Dongya, knowing that the situation was unmanageable today, and her body transformed into a black mist, preparing to escape through the wall.

However, she was fast, but the Talisman was faster!

The second Talisman instantly ignited, with no flames, only a dazzling, pale white electric arc exploding!

"Boom!"

A bolt of lightning, as thick as a child's arm, appeared out of thin air, precisely striking the black mist.

Before it could even let out a scream, the kimono-clad female ghost was struck by the lightning and had its Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, leaving not a trace behind.

The entire room was bathed in a pale white light from the lightning.

Duan Dongya and the bodyguards stared at all this, dumbfounded, their minds blank, their hearts having stopped beating.

This... what kind of power is this?

Divine methods?

The last [Calming Talisman] transformed into a soft yellow light, slowly drifting down and adhering to Duan Cheng's forehead, which was twitching from fear.

The Talisman merged into his skin and disappeared.

Duan Cheng's breathing instantly stabilized, his contorted face gradually relaxed, and finally, he fell into a deep sleep, with a peaceful look of having survived a catastrophe.

In the room, there was a deathly silence.

Only the heavy breathing of a few bodyguards remained.

Duan Dongya stood rooted to the spot, staring at his son sleeping peacefully on the bed, and then at the ashes left on the ground from the burned Talismans. He was in a state of extreme shock, unable to recover for a long time.