Death is never the end.
Even for Cultivators, the destruction of the physical body hardly counts as death.
With a pointing gesture, Qin Heng covered Mo Cheng's ashes in a pale blue glow. Then, curving his fingers as if grabbing sothing, he violently pulled upward.
WHOOSH!
Mo Cheng's ashes suddenly dispersed, the pale blue light rising before condensing into shape. Monts later, it took on Mo Cheng's appearance.
However, this Mo Cheng had no feet. His lower half was like vapor, and his upper body was a translucent pale blue, floating in midair.
This was Mo Cheng's soul!
Qin Heng had employed the Soul Detention technique to directly imprison Mo Cheng's soul!
Mo Cheng's consciousness gradually returned. What is this? What's happened to ? Am I still alive?? He was unaware that he had beco what was commonly known as a Ghost and was utterly confused.
He suddenly turned his head and saw Qin Heng standing to the side.
"Ah! Qin Heng! Qin Heng!! I'll kill you! Kill you!!" Rage instantly consud his soul.
His soul body imdiately turned blood-red, and his hair wildly splayed out. His originally handso features twisted into a terrifying grimace with sharp, monstrous teeth. His whole body was shrouded in a crimson mist, like blood fog, imnsely horrific.
BOOM!
Qin Heng's palm pulsed, and lightning flickered!
Mo Cheng's soul imdiately exploded into countless fragnts, and he scread tragically. After a while, his soul reford into its original appearance, though now with a thunder pattern on his forehead.
"Mo Cheng, you are now a Ghost Servant bound and commanded by . The mont you harbor any malice toward , thunder will imdiately explode and reduce you to powder," Qin Heng said indifferently.
"You... who exactly are you? What kind of ans is this? And what... what am I now?!" Mo Cheng looked at Qin Heng in terror. He realized he had lost his physical body and had beco a translucent soul body. He even saw his own ashes!!
His situation entirely exceeded his imagination.
"I am rely a Cultivator who has so understanding of soul-controlling techniques," Qin Heng said lightly, as if it were nothing.
"Cultivator..." Mo Cheng's soul body trembled slightly, his voice shaking. "An Immortal! You're actually an Immortal! I rember my great-grandfather said that he t an Immortal who could command ghosts! 'Blind to a True Immortal, I unknowingly committed an offense against an Immortal. Thank you, Immortal, for your great kindness in not destroying my soul. I am infinitely grateful!'"
He had completely changed his attitude.
Kneeling in midair, he continuously kowtowed to Qin Heng. From the spiritual fluctuations of his soul, it was clear he had entirely submitted!
Qin Heng, however, was slightly surprised and said with interest, "Your great-grandfather t other Cultivators? Where is he now?"
In his previous life, he was the only Cultivator on Earth. Could it be that this world's Earth had other Cultivators? But it did not matter. With the density of Yuan Qi on Earth, even a heaven-sent genius with monstrous aptitude would barely be able to achieve Foundation Establishnt after a hundred years of arduous cultivation. After all, no one else could have the terrifying talents of Qin Heng.
"Reporting to Immortal Venerable, my great-grandfather passed away three years ago," Mo Cheng knelt trembling on the ground, deeply frightened that Qin Heng might be dissatisfied with his response and strike him dead with another bolt of lightning.
"I see," Qin Heng nodded slightly, unconcerned.
The Three Pure Ones would have to address him as Immortal Emperor; the re Cultivators of the Mortal World were not worth his personal search.
"From now on, focus on managing your own forces within the Mo family, and strive to take over its supre power as soon as possible," Qin Heng said indifferently. The land of Qi Lu is also quite a good place; it cannot remain empty forever.
The dostic industries of the Daqin Group were mainly in Beijing and Tianhai. He hadn't had the ti or energy to extend his reach elsewhere. Qin Heng didn't mind giving his parents a hand in secret. Qi Lu, with its developed traffic, long history, and thriving culture, bordered the land on one side and the coast on the other. It seed an excellent choice, especially with Mo Cheng coming to him on a platter as a steward and with the cooperation of Qian Zhenghai. Whether it was Mo Cheng or Qian Zhenghai, they were both dogs of Qin Heng; taking back Qi Lu from them would be a piece of cake when the ti ca.
"Immortal Venerable's decree, Mo Cheng dares not disobey," Mo Cheng said after recognizing his situation. Possibly influenced by his subconscious, his speech beca more refined. "But I am in a soul state now; I simply cannot go ho."
Appearing at ho like this would likely scare everyone to death.
"What's so difficult about that?" Qin Heng said lightly.
With a gentle point of his finger, the ashes of Mo Cheng piled on the ground suddenly flew into the air and entered Mo Cheng's soul body. Imdiately, Mo Cheng felt as if his body had beco real.
The pale blue soul body also gradually solidified, and after a mont, there was no discernible difference from a normal person.
Even his clothes were restored!
"Immortal Technique! Immortal Technique! The Immortal Venerable truly possesses vast Divine Skills!" Mo Cheng trembled excitedly.
Turning a soul into a physical body—this was too inconceivable! Moreover, he could still feel that wandering thunder in his mind, ready to strike down at any mont. His reverence for Qin Heng deepened even further!
"Go back," Qin Heng said indifferently. "Now that your soul has condensed into a physical form, you possess so abilities to bewitch people's hearts and minds. I give you half a year to take control of the entire Mo family. Otherwise, the thunder in your brain will explode, causing your soul to scatter, your form and spirit to be utterly destroyed, and you won't even be able to beco a Ghost!"
"Yes! I will certainly not let the Immortal Venerable down!!" Mo Cheng knelt on the ground, speaking respectfully.
「The next morning.」
Qin Heng took a taxi with Song Ningran to the hotel booked by the school.
They t up with the accompanying teachers and classmates.
They were going to Mount Tai today.
"Hey, why isn't Mo Cheng here?" Han Ya and several other girls wondered, quite puzzled.
"He probably couldn't co because of what happened last night," soone speculated; after all, Mo Cheng's left arm had been broken.
"Sigh, I was thinking of catching a ride in Mo Cheng's car," a girl complained and then, glancing at Qin Heng, she whispered, "It's all his fault. If not for him, Mo Cheng would be here, and we wouldn't have to squeeze onto a coach."
To go from the hotel to Mount Tai, they would also travel by coach.
BEEP BEEP!
Just then, a series of car horns sounded.
Then, a procession of luxury cars approached—at least twenty of them—stopping in front of the hotel, before the assembled group of teachers and students.
"Wow! A Porsche! That Porsche is worth at least five million!!"
"And these—BMW, rcedes, Rolls-Royce, Bentley! My God, why are there so many luxury cars!"
A chorus of exclamations erupted.
BANG!
The sound of car doors opening could be heard, and a figure stepped out of the Porsche.
"Wow! Mo Cheng! It's Mo Cheng! Are all these cars his?"
"My goodness, he couldn't be sending cars to pick us up for Mount Tai, could he?"
A group of girls couldn't help but fantasize.
Even Han Ya looked on in disbelief, but she was also curious. Why had Mo Cheng suddenly made such a grand gesture?
Under the gaze of dozens of people, Mo Cheng walked towards Qin Heng.
Everyone's heart tensed, and they couldn't help but speculate.
"Oh my! No way, are they going to fight again!?"
"Mo Cheng brought so many cars! Qin Heng is completely unprepared; he's sure to lose!"
However, at that mont, Mo Cheng suddenly bent over and bowed deeply to Qin Heng, his head almost touching the ground, and said in an exceedingly humble and respectful tone, "Young Master Qin, following your instructions, I've brought the cars to take you and your friends to Mount Tai."
Instantly, a dead silence descended. Not a sound could be heard.
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