The night was clear, and the stars were sparse.
Zhong Shenxiu walked into the courtyard, his eyes dark, and suddenly activated his Spiritual Vision.
Within his field of vision, everything was shrouded in haze; the branches of the plum tree, which resembled a twisting dragon, now seed to claw at the air.
From the well, smoke continuously billowed, distorting the light and emitting a husky voice.
’Is this...the perspective of a spirit?’
Zhong Shenxiu murmured to himself, experiencing the abilities of the "Pastor."
Even his thoughts expanded, not only feeling a dark, otherworldly space but also a vaster and more bizarre world.
"The Spirit Realm?! Or should I say...the Eastern Netherworld?"
Feeling the intense evil Qi therein, Zhong Shenxiu’s face lit up with joy, "This is a great place indeed, with special evils like Xuanyin Evil Qi and Yellow Spring Evil Qi only found in the Underworld..."
Of course, ordinary cultivators, even those at the Gang Sha Realm like the Spiritual Crane, likely couldn’t sense the pathways to the Underworld.
Even if they sensed it, they might not be able to enter the Netherworld.
But Zhong Shenxiu could, even circumventing so Eastern rules. This was a privilege unique to the "Pastor."
However, just as he tried to further peer into the Netherworld, he found himself...unable to!
"I feel like I can do it, but I just don’t know how..."
Zhong Shenxiu was sowhat speechless, "Perhaps...I need to slowly try and fumble through?"
He understood this was the disadvantage of not having a prerequisite profession, otherwise, if he had been a "Spirit Summoner," he would definitely be familiar with the Spirit Realm and possess the ability to traverse it with his soul.
Fortunately, at this mont, it was just a bit troubleso, rely requiring him to try each option.
From the perspective of Eastern Daoist Skill, he was at a level where so techniques ca effortlessly.
"The greatest ability of a ’Pastor,’ apart from sensing the Spirit Realm, is still the manipulation of souls."
"The resentful spirit I’m currently controlling is just the Headless Earl."
With a thought from Zhong Shenxiu, another ’person’ suddenly stepped out from within him.
It was tall and thin, lacking a head, wearing a suit with two rows of gold buttons; it was indeed the Headless Earl!
Even more so, as this resentful spirit appeared, pitch-black blood incessantly seeped from the soles of its shoes, and black mist emanated from its body, seemingly unconsciously transforming the surrounding environnt.
"Controlling it, if not like an extension of my arm, is at least as familiar as a trained dog."
Zhong Shenxiu was satisfied with this, thought for a mont, and gazed at the obviously problematic well water: "Go!"
With one step, the Headless Earl seed to rip a large hole in the void before him, swallowing him whole.
This legendary Earl, seemingly an expert in spatial techniques in his life, brought abilities related to spaces after death, was a quite formidable resentful spirit.
Almost only seconds later, it reappeared in the sa spot, clutching a semi-translucent soul in its hand.
"Indeed, there are Yin souls!"
Zhong Shenxiu nodded.
With such a large Fufeng City, the number of people dying every year is also countless, there are bound to be so lingering yin spirits.
But ordinary Yin spirits don’t have much strength, and with the Daoist Officials suppressing them, those who dared to show off were wiped out, leaving probably a bunch of Voldemorts.
"If the Headless Earl were ranked as fourth-grade top, then this one is first-grade bottom... trash."
Although sowhat disdainful, in order to test his abilities and gain so information, Zhong Shenxiu still chose to control this Yin spirit.
His Spiritual Vision extended, spreading over the half-transparent soul.
A powerful aura instantly made the dark light emitted by this soul quiver, like a soap bubble that was about to burst the next mont.
The Headless Earl let go of his hand and stepped aside.
anwhile, the soul slowly solidified, stabilizing from an illusion, taking on the form of a scholar in blue attire, his face showing fear, "Don’t..."
Although he gradually beca stronger, his eyes slowly lost their luster, and eventually, he seed to completely turn into a puppet, standing beside the Headless Earl.
"This ability, indeed different from the Daoist Skills of the Profound Yin Soul fragnts!"
Carefully experiencing the abilities of the "Pastor," Zhong Shenxiu couldn’t help but marvel.
"Pastor" controls spirits, simply by assimilation, erasing all emotions of the other party, turning them into puppets, but mories and the like still exist, which Zhong Shenxiu can also conveniently read.
Moreover, because of the connection with the master’s Spiritual Vision, it is very convenient to control, and his strength also receives a certain boost, but if he dies, it would cause so damage to the master.
If one would say the ability of "Pastor" is domineering, then the Profound Yin Soul fragnts have a sowhat noble feel.
The Yin spirits refined by this Daoist Skill can still maintain rational emotions, like this scholar, who would likely kneel down and call him master or sothing, turning into a yin soldier for Zhong Shenxiu.
Even if they die, it’s just a pawn dying, and they can be refined back as long as there’s suitable material.
However, their own strength doesn’t get any boost.
And once their power greatly increases, they can easily backfire on the master.
"Lastly, in terms of numbers, my ’Pastor’ can at most take in one more resentful spirit like the Headless Earl, or the quota can be diluted, turning it into a dozen or so lower-grade yin spirits... while the Daoist Skills of the Profound Yin Soul fragnts, every breakthrough in a realm increases the number of Yin spirits that can be controlled, one taking the boutique route of quality, the other the quantity route..."
Zhong Shenxiu looked at the expressionless scholar, beginning to browse through his mories.
In the state of Spirit Communication, it felt like watching a movie from a third-person perspective, very novel and interesting.
"Turns out this scholar is called Wu Tong, a local from Fufeng, enlightened at eight, passed the Scholar examination at twelve... Unfortunately, after repeated failures, he turned to Immortal Dao, spending decades inquiring about the path, only finding so dubious items, eventually not achieving anything and died of illness at thirty-six..."
"But after all, there are many people who die in the world, those not going imdiately to the Underworld but turning into yin spirits all have so opportunity... Likely this person unconsciously cultivated so achievents, but not high, rely having a spirit after death."
"Moreover, Fufeng City is too dangerous, he hid from east to west, ultimately hiding inside the water veins of this mansion..."
Zhong Shenxiu wasn’t interested in these, rather looked at the dubious cultivation books Wu Tong found.
Among these, ninety percent are fake, but there was actually one real fragnt of a spell.
"No... not a Daoist Skill for cultivation, but for refining Magic Artifacts... broken yet powerful, no wonder Wu Tong took the wrong path."
Zhong Shenxiu got a bit interested.
His experience had already increased quite a bit, and he also had so understanding of the Gang Sha Realm.
This realm focuses on cultivating the Seventeen Inherent Techniques, but other than these Daoist Skills, there are also uses for others.
Besides the most basic auxiliary types, if one really doesn’t want to give them up, they can be used to refine protective Magic Artifacts!
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