53: Chapter 53 Meishan Great Blessing

"Gods slaughter ten thousand, Witches perish, fire reduces the Human Race to ruin."

The air in the manor suddenly stagnated, and the arms Third Young Master had been holding across his chest stiffened abruptly.

"Witch blood splatters the mortal Realm, Zhongkui shatters the Nine Abysses."

"Where do the remnants return? To Meishan Great Blessing Heaven."

After reciting the third line, Third Young Master's pupils contracted sharply. He leaned forward half an inch, holding his breath.

"What path do the common people seek? A single Wu Xi breaks all heavens!"

As the final line hit the ground, the aura around Wu Xi exploded and instantly retracted. The manor fell into absolute silence; one could hear a pin drop.

Third Young Master's hands, which had been crossed, dropped with a "slap." He muttered repeatedly, his voice rising from a whisper to something higher:

"Ten thousand witches... Meishan... Meishan!"

He slammed his hand onto the table!

"Clang!"

The jade cup on the table was jolted into the air, and boiling tea splattered everywhere, but he didn't care in the slightest. His eyes were locked onto Wu Xi:

"So that Secret Realm is called Meishan! Wu Xi! You have performed a great service!"

Mr. Xiangli, standing by his side, suddenly turned pale.

He looked up at Third Young Master abruptly, his voice hushed and filled with incredulous caution:

"Third Young Master, could the Secret Realm you mentioned be... that Forbidden Ground of the Witch tribe that has been sealed by Upper Realm experts for thousands of years?!"

Third Young Master reined in his wild joy. His previous loss of composure vanished, and his tone became calm but carried an unquestionable gravity:

"Yes. However, this matter involves a century-long plan by the experts of the entire Human Race; it is not something you or I can discuss recklessly."

He paused, his gaze returning to Wu Xi, his eyes filled with a profound meaning that could not be easily unraveled:

"If this plan succeeds, the entire Human Race will reap immense benefits. Our clan has searched for three years and couldn't even find the entrance to the Secret Realm, yet he was able to comprehend the true name of the Secret Realm directly from a remnant Cultivation Technique and even received an enlightenment from the Legacy."

He chuckled, tapped his fingers on the table, and spoke with absolute certainty:

"Bringing him into the Meishan Secret Realm will surely lead to a great achievement and push the progress of this plan forward significantly!"

Mr. Xiangli's brows furrowed instantly.

He was silent for a moment, his gaze sweeping over Wu Xi, examining him from head to toe. Eventually, he spoke, even sounding somewhat blunt:

"Third Young Master, forgive my frankness, but bringing someone with this level of cultivation into a Secret Realm of that caliber—it would be a blessing if he didn't cause trouble. Do you really expect him to be able to do anything?"

Third Young Master glanced at Mr. Xiangli, not angry, but smiling slowly instead.

He picked up the jade cup in front of him, sipped the cold tea, and spoke at a leisurely pace, as if discussing something completely ordinary:

"What's the rush? A piece of raw jade must be polished. Just because he is useless now doesn't mean he won't be useful later."

He set down the jade cup, his gaze falling on Wu Xi with an air of unquestionable certainty:

"Raise him first, polish him, and perhaps in the future, he will give us all a massive surprise."

As his voice settled, he looked at Wu Xi, getting straight to the point without a word of nonsense:

"Besides this enlightenment from the Legacy, what other Cultivation Techniques or Spells did you obtain?"

Wu Xi raised his hand.

There were no extra words, no shred of showing off. With a slight movement of his fingertips, a wisp of cold, ghostly Qi in the corner of the great hall—which even Mr. Xiangli hadn't specifically noticed—was instantly gripped by an invisible iron hand!

"Screech—!" An extremely shrill shriek exploded. That wisp of malicious ghost Qi in the corner twisted and struggled frantically, but it couldn't break free at all.

Wu Xi pinched his fingertips lightly.

"Sizzle!" After the crisp sound, that wisp of malicious ghost Qi was crushed to pieces, and it was forcibly pulled into his body along his fingertips.

The moment the ghost Qi entered his body, the Soul Power fluctuation around Wu Xi rose by a sliver, visible to the naked eye, and then instantly retracted completely, as if nothing had happened just now.

"I completed the Ghost-Eating Technique," Wu Xi's voice remained calm, as if he were saying he had eaten a bowl of rice today. "It devours ghost entities to refine Soul Power, specifically countering the ghost Dao."

Third Young Master raised his eyebrows, a flash of surprise appearing in his eyes.

He stood up, walked over to Wu Xi, circled him once, examined him from top to bottom twice, and nodded:

"That is indeed interesting. Spells that specifically counter ghost entities are not rare. Any Cultivator with some cultivation can casually crush a hundred or eighty malicious ghosts, and experts from top sects can suppress and kill an entire ghost domain with a flip of their hands."

He paused, his tone carrying a bit more genuine recognition:

"But your Spell is different. It's not just killing; it's devouring and refining, directly turning the Yin souls of ghost entities into your own Soul Power to replenish your own Divine Sense. Very few people know this path."

He patted Wu Xi's shoulder and smiled:

"However, for you, this is an excellent method. It can both kill ghosts and refine souls, which will be of immense benefit to you when you advance your Realm and strengthen your Divine Sense in the future."

Having said this, he abruptly changed the subject.

"However, since you are naturally a counter to the ghost Dao, I have thought of a training mission that is perfectly suited for you."

"You should have heard of Dai Mountain, north of the Qi Prefecture city." Wu Xi nodded.

Dai Mountain was the imperial mausoleum of the previous Great Chu Dynasty, burying the twelve generations of Great Chu emperors.

"Thirty years ago, a rift to the ghost world appeared on the peak of Dai Mountain. The entire imperial mausoleum, along with dozens of miles of surrounding land, was completely eroded by the ghost world." Third Young Master's voice was as cold as ice; his fingers gripped the window sill tightly, his knuckles turning white. "That place is now called the Domain of Wrongful Death."

He turned around and looked at Wu Xi, the ferocity in his tone growing heavier. "In the last six months, the ghost entities in there have become increasingly restless, and the Yin Qi is getting heavier by the day, already beginning to spread down the mountain."

"Three villages at the foot of the mountain have already been wiped out. Living people who come into contact with the ghost Qi either die on the spot or are turned into walking corpses, becoming slaves to the ghost entities."

He paused, his voice suppressing monstrous anger, enunciating every word:

"What's even more hateful is that those ghost things are best at exploiting human hope. Failed scholars, mothers who have lost their children, desperate escorts, commoners whose families have been destroyed... as long as there is a shred of despair or obsession in one's heart, they will be targeted."

"They will transform into the people you most want to see, promise you the things you most desire, and trick you into entering the Domain of Wrongful Death. Once you enter, they toy with your emotions, crush your hope, and finally, they forcibly extract your soul while you are still alive, refining you into a ghost slave that can never turn over for eternity."

As these words were spoken, Wu Xi's eyes instantly turned cold.

He stood where he was, his hands hanging at his sides slowly clenching.

"Crack, crack, crack, crack—" his joints made a series of dense, crisp sounds, the air around him exploded instantly, and the porcelain cup on the table was shattered to pieces!

"Damn them, they deserve to die."

These four words seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. The Killing Intent on his body almost condensed into substance, pressing down so hard that Mr. Xiangli beside him involuntarily took half a step back.

Third Young Master looked at him, a flash of approval crossing his eyes, and continued: "I have led people to break into the Domain of Wrongful Death three times, and all three times I failed to reach the core."

He laughed at himself, his tone carrying a bit of unwillingness: "The Cultivation Technique I practice is extremely Yang and rigid, while the Yin Qi in that Domain of Wrongful Death happens to clash with my technique. As soon as I enter, my cultivation is directly suppressed by seventy percent, let alone killing that ghost thing in charge."

"The big boss in that Domain of Wrongful Death is called King Zhengmu. He is the ghost leader who colluded with the Cave Master this time to set a death trap for you."

"I even suspect that the Cave Master's so-called tragic background and so-called obsession with revenge were a trap set by King Zhengmu starting ten years ago." Third Young Master's voice hit the ground, word by word. "He just wanted to plant a nail in the Luo Prince Mansion to disrupt the situation in Qi Prefecture and pave the way for the erosion of the ghost world."

He took a step forward, staring at Wu Xi, his eyes burning like two balls of fire: "With your Ghost-Eating Technique that specifically counters the ghost Dao, I have a ninety percent certainty that I can break the Yin Qi of that Domain of Wrongful Death and even directly slaughter that King Zhengmu."

"I ask you, are you willing to take on this mission, eliminate the threat for the Human Race, and clear this Domain of Wrongful Death for the people of Qi Prefecture?"

Wu Xi looked up abruptly. His voice was not loud, but it carried a resolute determination, every word hitting the ground hard enough to spark: "It is only right and proper."

There was no hesitation, no shirking.

How could ghost entities be allowed to run rampant in the territory of the Human Race?

How could evil spirits be allowed to slaughter the people of Qi Prefecture?

"Well said!" Third Young Master clapped his hands and laughed out loud. "That's the kind of ruthlessness I want! If the ghost entities dare to reach out their claws, we will chop them off! If they dare to step inside, we will wipe out their entire clan!"

"We cannot let these ghost things come and go as they please, or kill whoever they want in our Human Race's territory."

Wu Xi's voice remained calm, but it carried an unquestionable aura of Killing Intent. "This time, we will fight back and let them see just how hard the bones of the Human Race are!"

Third Young Master nodded with a smile and flicked his hand casually.

"Whoosh!" A streak of black light, carrying the sound of breaking wind, flew straight towards Wu Xi's face.

Wu Xi raised his hand and caught it steadily. It was heavy in his hand—a token made of black iron, the size of a palm, with two vigorous characters engraved on it: "Evil Suppression."

The edges of the token were covered with dense blood grooves, and it carried a faint smell of blood and an extremely Yang and rigid Killing Intent. As soon as he held it, a warm current rushed into his Meridians through his fingertips, and the surrounding cold Yin Qi instantly retreated completely.

"From today on, you are a Ghost Catcher of my Qi Prefecture Evil Suppression Bureau." Third Young Master crossed his arms, lifted his chin, his tone carrying an innate arrogance.

"This Evil Suppression Bureau is directly under the central government of the Great Yin Dynasty. It does not listen to the dispatch of any prefecture or county yamen; it only recognizes imperial orders and the commands of the Chief Commander. In the Qi Prefecture Evil Suppression Bureau, I am the top leader. What I say is the law of the Qi Prefecture Evil Suppression Bureau."

He paused, his tone filled with unmasked domineering authority and genuine ruthlessness: "Members of the Evil Suppression Bureau are three ranks higher than any official they meet. As long as it involves evil spirits, ghost entities, or demonic disasters, we have the power of life and death, and the authority to execute first and report later!"

"Three years ago, the son of the Qi Prefecture Vice Governor was possessed by a ghost entity and harmed thirteen lives. My brothers from the Evil Suppression Bureau rushed directly into the Vice Governor's mansion and, right in front of the Vice Governor, chopped that kid's head off. The Vice Governor didn't even dare to make a sound, and the next day, he had to personally bring generous gifts to my Evil Suppression Bureau to apologize, saying he failed to discipline his son and caused trouble for the imperial court."

"Never mind a Vice Governor; even if it were imperial relatives, as long as they are involved with evil spirits or communicate with ghosts and demons, once I flash the token of the Evil Suppression Bureau, I can still kill them first and then report to the imperial court!"

Third Young Master looked at Wu Xi and smiled: "Now, this token is in your hands; don't embarrass me."

Wu Xi gripped the token in his hand tightly, his fingertips rubbing against the two characters "Evil Suppression" on it. The token instantly emitted a low hum, resonating faintly with the Witch power in his body.

He nodded slightly, his tone resolute: "I will not fail the mission."

Just at this moment, a burly figure walked in quickly with steady steps.