"Evil creature, leave now. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."
Wang Chunting held his sword and pointed it at the fire skull. He was now even more suspicious that it was controlled by the Messenger of Death. Otherwise, it would not have been so difficult to destroy. Therefore, he made a fuss to see if the other party would back down. If they did not back down, then he would have to make a move.
"Look, that little Daoist has found another old Daoist."
The people of Luoshan City were quite imaginative. From their point of view, Wang Chunting was definitely acting in concert with Daoist Huang. If he could really destroy the ghost, why did he not do it directly instead of making a fuss?
It would have been better if he did not make a fuss. Now that he made a fuss, the fire skull began to dive down again. The people were really enjoying the show, as if they did not live in Luohan City.
"Watch my sword!"
Wang Chunting knew that it was time for him to show off. As long as he destroyed the fire skull, people would believe him. That way, he could collect a lot of telekinesis, and at the same time, he could make a good name for Benevolence Sect.
The sword flew out with a whistling sound and pierced through a few skulls like a skewer of candied fruits. Wang Chunting's confidence was boosted. He thought that it was just so-so. He thought it was a powerful ghost.
Bang, bang, bang …
The fire skull that was pierced exploded one after another, turning into black smoke and disappearing into the night sky. Wang Chunting felt that he had taken care of everything. He said some high-sounding words on the spot and left with Priest Huang. He thought that he would be able to collect a lot of telekinesis the next morning.
"Ouch, my head hurts."
"Ouch, my old waist. Why can't I get out of bed?"
"Honey, don't scare me. Our family is counting on you."
The next morning, Luoshan City was bustling. Apart from women and children, all the adult men were sick. Their symptoms were similar to before. Their waist and knees were weak, their heads were dizzy, and their eyes were dark as if they had been beaten.
"Damn those two demons. They've caused us so much trouble."
"I knew they were not good people. I wonder when the immortal will come to save us."
Wang Chunting thought that he would have a great harvest of telekinesis in the morning. In the end, he was hit by a large amount of black telekinesis. It wasn't something that could improve his Cultivation, but the so-called resentment. Resentment was often accompanied by misfortune. If a person gathered too much resentment, he might be unlucky.
For example, walking on the road and kicking a stone, or stepping on a nail, these are all trivial matters. When he was unlucky, he might even be crushed to death by a falling wall or suffer from Qi deviation during a critical moment of cultivation.
Oh no! When Wang Chunting saw a large amount of resentment rushing towards him, he was so frightened that he hurriedly brandished his sword to slash it. However, resentment was not a physical thing, and could not be cut with a sword.
"Martial Uncle, quickly use this!"
On the other hand, Daoist Master Huang reacted and quickly took out the flag of the Benevolence Sect that could cure all diseases. This flag could collect Psyche Power, and at the same time, it could dispel resentment. However, if he wanted to dispel the resentment, he would have to use up the psychic power that he had previously collected. Wang Chunting couldn't care too much anymore. He took the flag and activated it with all his might. Only after consuming a large amount of Wish Power did he manage to dispel the resentment.
It had to be said that the resentment of the commoners was really huge. The psychic power that he had accumulated for such a long time was almost used up this time. This was like giving someone ten dollars, and the other person might just thank you. They would go back to sleep and forget about it the next day. However, if you took someone's ten dollars, the other person would go back to sleep and remember it the next day. It would still be the same on the third day. Some people would remember it for a year, and some would even remember it for the rest of their lives.
"These commoners are really hard to please."
Actually, the ghost servant and Du Feng lived near Wang Chunting and the others, but the other party could not detect them. The waves of resentment flew over, causing the ghost cultivators to be stunned. He finally understood why ordinary ghost cultivators did not dare to go to the commoners to collect psychic power.
Ghost cultivators were different from human warriors. Good psychic power could help them improve their Cultivation, but negative psychic power would also cause them to lose their Cultivation. If they were like Wang Chunting and could not control it well. In the end, the Cultivation lost might be more than the growth, and it would be a losing deal.
Of course, there was also a kind of ghost cultivator who was especially bold. They first deceived the commoners into worshipping them, and then killed them after collecting psychic power. Because the dead produced resentment, not resentment, it would not harm their Cultivation.
If the resentment accumulated, it would form hostility, and could help ghost cultivators improve their Cultivation. In this way, deceiving and then killing was equivalent to earning twice for nothing. In the end, they could devour the soul and earn a third time.
It was also because of this efficient method that the evil spirits massacred the city. Every time this happened, there would definitely be experts among the human warriors. If they could not handle it, they would continue to report it and get more powerful experts to come. Therefore, the bolder the ghost cultivator, the faster they improved their realm, but the more likely they would die.
"Let's go to the city with me and see who this person is."
Wang Chunting had finally dispelled the resentment and planned to take Huang Daozhang to the center of Luoshan City. According to his estimation, the ghost servant should be here today. He must be deliberately mystifying, and then collect a large amount of psychic power.
Because the ghost servant only collected psychic power and did not kill people, he still felt that it was more likely that he was a messenger of death. It was actually more difficult for a messenger of death to collect psychic power. If he was cursed by the commoners, the Cultivation would decrease very quickly. It was better to wait for the free share from the Offering Hall.
Hmph, he did not believe that he could always earn psychic power without being cursed. Wang Chunting did not believe that anyone could earn psychic power better than the disciples of the Benevolence Sect. The other sects only knew how to absorb the energy of heaven and earth, and did not know how to collect psychic power. He must meet this person today and see what he was capable of.
"Look, it's the demon from last night."
"You still dare to come, why don't you die?"
When Wang Chunting entered Luoshan City, he found that the ghost servant did not come, but the commoners were looking forward to it on the street. He did not expect the tall and mighty immortal from yesterday, but two Taoist priests came. In the end, there was another wave of curses followed by a wave of resentment. Wang Chunting had to use the flag to resist.
"Uncle-Master, let's retreat. I guess that coward won't dare to come."
Huang Daozhang saw that they could not go on like this. The psychic power in the flag was about to be used up, and misfortune would come after them. The more misfortune they had, the more unlucky they would be. It would be troublesome if one day they went berserk during cultivation.
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