I have 99 innate treasures

Chapter 304: Devouring the Ghost (Part )

After Ji Yun selected the technique, he looked through the list of techniques and chose the "Shadow Change" that could save his life.

This is a light-weight technique that allows one to move the body instantly. After practicing it to a high level, one can move ten feet away with a single step, making it perfect for escaping.

Ji Yun secretly memorized the numbers of the skills and techniques, closed the skill catalogue, respectfully returned it to the magic senior behind the counter, and began to search among the bookcases that stood like a wall.

Soon, he found the original copies of all the skills and techniques, took them back to the long table, and began to read them.

Seeing that the total number of words for the skills and techniques added up to six or seven thousand, Ji Yun took a deep breath as if facing a formidable enemy, and clenched the pen with his five fingers.

He and his sister Ji Yu were both born in the Huangquan Immortal Realm. Their parents were both independent cultivators in the Huangquan Immortal Realm, and their cultivation levels were not high. His father was a cultivator in the late Qi Refining stage, and so was his mother.

Two or three years ago, the couple accidentally obtained a top-grade magic weapon when they were exploring a secret realm. However, other wandering cultivators in the group took advantage of their inattention and attacked them secretly. Although their father had been on guard, he was unable to fight against the crowd and was seriously injured in an instant.

In the end, he could only leave behind the magic weapon and escape from the secret realm with his wife, dragging his seriously injured body.

But his injuries were too severe. He forced himself to take his wife out of the secret realm, but then he died.

After their mother buried her husband with all her heart, she changed her identity and hid in a small mountain village. However, when she was in the secret place, she was attacked by someone using poison and magic.

This poisonous skill did not show any abnormalities at first, until it suddenly erupted during childbirth, taking half of her life in an instant.

Thanks to the help of the midwife and neighbors, the brother and sister were able to be born and grow up normally. However, their mother was seriously injured and difficult to treat. She was weak all day long and eventually passed away after only three years.

During those three years, she taught them how to read and write, and she also held on despite her illness to practice many spells for them that did not consume much spiritual energy.

Although she died, she planted the seeds of cultivating immortality in the hearts of her brother and sister.

This is also the reason why they came to Huangquan Dao Sect.

But just as Taoist Master Huangquan had said when he accepted Ji Yu as his disciple, their mother had suffered a hidden injury, which had affected them and their siblings.

They should have shared the astonishing talent equally, but those hidden injuries caused him to be born with defects, and part of his spiritual roots were transferred to his sister Ji Yu.

Recalling this, Ji Yun took a deep breath. Although his mother taught him to read and write, he had never practiced calligraphy because he had to take care of his younger sister.

Because he was too young to learn to write, he has even forgotten how to hold a pen properly today.

At this moment, after he dipped the tip of the pen in ink, he looked around and imitated the actions of others. He gently swept the tip of the pen across the edge of the inkstone. After filtering out some ink, Ji Yun understood the intention of this action.

"It's just writing, just copy it."

Thinking of this secretly in his mind, he began to copy it stroke by stroke.

The other disciples wrote in small and exquisite handwriting. They copied their chosen skills and techniques on a small piece of paper. The handwriting was smaller than soybeans, for fear that others would see what they copied.

Ji Yun copied more than 200 pages of paper. Each word was as small as a leaf, and his copying could be seen from several meters away.

Every word on these two hundred pages was enchanting, highlighting the devilish nature of this new outer disciple to the fullest.

The other disciples copied very quickly. After finishing copying the content, they bowed to the senior who was guarding the door and left.

Ji Yun copied from dusk to dawn, and then until noon, before he finished copying the six or seven thousand words.

When he left the Dharma Teaching Pavilion, the sect elder who was guarding the door even let go of the coldness in his eyes and watched him leave with a look of astonishment.

Perhaps he had practiced hard for thousands of years, but he had never seen such a horrific font that made one's scalp tingle at the sight of it, and it could almost be described as coquettish.

In some ways, Ji Yun opened his eyes.

Even Ji Yun himself couldn't help but wonder whether he would be able to recognize those words in a few days.

Recalling the "tsk tsk" sigh uttered by the sect elder, Ji Yun, who was walking on the street expressionless, felt embarrassed and could not help but raise his hands to cover his face.

He felt that he had definitely left an unforgettable impression in the heart of that sect elder.

"Alas... I just hope that senior can be more knowledgeable and not recognize me in the future."

Ji Yun sighed lightly, asked the stall owners around him about the location of the Fantasy Hall, and walked towards the direction of the Fantasy Hall.

In recent days, he has received simple tasks from Gonglu Hall to deliver meals to many outer disciples and clean the courtyard. He has accumulated 100 points and asked many questions to some senior brothers during the cleaning of the courtyard.

I know that although there are many small secret realms for capturing ghosts in the outer gate area of ​​Huangquan Taoist Sect, they can only be entered through the Illusion Hall, and even the smallest secret realm requires one hundred points to enter.

When they learned that he would have another test, they kindly gave him a few reminders.

Many outer disciples do not have good qualifications. Even if they practice hard for a month, they will not gain anything. It is better for them to use their points to exchange for the qualifications to go to those secret realms, and then capture a ghost and refine it into a ghost servant through the soul-nourishing altar.

It was because of their reminder that Ji Yun copied a copy of the 'Bei Yin Soul Refining Technique' in the Dharma Transmission Pavilion.

For others, capturing ghosts is an extremely dangerous thing.

But for Ji Yun, who possesses the Heaven-Devouring Demon Pot, entering the secret realm is like a dragon returning to the sea.

Unconsciously, his footsteps stopped in front of the door of the Illusion Hall.

Like the Dharma Teaching Pavilion, the Hall of Illusion is also a nine-story building with an equally spacious first floor.

But there were no bookshelves here, instead there were twenty oval apertures of different colors. On both sides of each aperture, there were two inner disciples waiting, they were dressed in uniform, their expressions were cold and serious, staring at the people coming and going.

Ji Yun approached a red light circle with a trace of awe and curiosity in his eyes. Then he saluted the young monk on the left and asked respectfully: "Excuse me, brother, are these light circles the portals leading to the secret realm?"

The young cultivator nodded slightly and examined the soul-nourishing altar hanging on Ji Yun's waist, knowing that he was a new outer disciple.

"Exactly."

He nodded calmly, and before Ji Yun could continue to ask, he briefly explained: "The colors of these portals represent the degree of danger of the secret realm. For example, the blue portal is the least dangerous secret realm, with only thousands of ghosts and a fierce ghost wandering inside. The black portal is the most dangerous secret realm, with countless evil ghosts and fierce ghosts. Even a cultivator in the Yuanshen period may die in it!"

Ji Yun was secretly shocked after hearing this. He did not expect that the black secret realm would be so dangerous. He continued to ask: "So, Senior Brother, how can I enter these secret realms?"

The young monk raised his hand and pointed to the monks on both sides of the green portal, saying calmly: "You just need to walk up to them and hand over your identity token to them, and they will deduct the points from your token. Remember, you need to return within twelve hours after entering the secret realm, otherwise we will enter the secret realm to look for your whereabouts."

"If you are dead, you will be buried on the spot. But if you are still alive, you will be expelled from the outer sect and thrown back down the mountain as a punishment for breaking the rules!" Ji Yun kept these words in mind and thanked him with a fist.

Then he walked to the blue portal and handed over his identity token to the monk standing on the left side of the portal.

Since he has no spiritual awareness, he still hasn't figured out how to check and deduct the points in the token.

After the monk took his token, he lightly touched the token on his waist to complete the deduction of points, then returned the token to Ji Yun and asked, "Do you know the rules?"

Ji Yun nodded gently, and the monk nodded and said, "In this case, you can go in. You are the first one to enter the Ghost Secret Realm today, so be careful."

After Ji Yun expressed his thanks, he stepped into the ten-foot-high green oval portal with some trepidation and nervousness.

He just felt that the world in front of him turned black and white, and then he found that he had come to the secret place that was rumored.

The moment the world changed drastically, Ji Yun became alert and looked around carefully.

Because there was no light in the secret realm, the surroundings were dim and Ji Yun could only vaguely make out an open space in front of him, and not far ahead was a vast forest.

When he looked towards the woods, he found that human figures flashed in the forest from time to time, as if countless ghosts were watching in the dark.

Ji Yun subconsciously took a deep breath, but was choked by the cold air that poured into his chest and almost started coughing. He quickly covered his mouth to avoid making any sound.

Then he turned around and saw that the green portal had not disappeared, but was standing behind him. He breathed a sigh of relief and then walked forward cautiously, each step seeming extremely heavy.

As he stepped into the forest, Ji Yun immediately called upon the Heaven-Devouring Demon Pot in his heart.

The next moment, a gray, half-human-high jar with a ghost face pattern engraved on the body appeared out of thin air in front of him, floating quietly. It was able to swallow the surrounding light sources.

After Ji Yun saw this innate treasure, the uneasiness and tension in his heart disappeared without a trace in an instant.

He shrunk the jar to the size of a human head with a thought. In order to avoid having no time to use the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar in case of an accident, he removed the lid of the jar and stuffed it into his arms.

Then he looked around carefully and walked forward step by step.

Suddenly, there was a crisp "crack" sound under my feet.

Ji Yun looked down and saw a dry and dark arm sticking out from the soil, which was accidentally broken by him.

From the style of the sleeves, it can be seen that this is an outer disciple like him.

"If they die, they will be buried on the spot..."

Thinking back to the words of the young monk in the Hall of Illusion, and thinking that there might be countless corpses buried in the land beneath his feet, a chill suddenly rushed to the top of his head, making his scalp numb.

He swallowed hard and cautiously moved his foot away from his arm.

He never expected that just as he moved his foot away, an equally dry and blackened arm suddenly stretched out from the soil under his feet without any warning, and grabbed his trouser leg with five fingers with only pale bones left.

Ji Yun screamed in fright and quickly raised his other foot to step on the arm.

But just as he raised his leg and had no time to step down, a hard object about the same height as a person hit his back, causing him to stagger and almost fall down.

After finally standing firm, Ji Yun looked back, only to find that he was the only one around.

His face turned pale and he looked around fearfully.

"What was that just now... Didn't they say that ghosts have no physical form?"

Just as he was thinking of this, cold winds suddenly blew around him. The coldness and dampness in the wind immediately gave him goose bumps all over his body.

The cold wind blew the branches and leaves of the trees, making a dense rustling sound, mixed with a whimpering sound like a woman crying.

Ji Yun subconsciously widened his eyes and looked around nervously, focusing on the two withered arms several times.

Although the two arms did not react at all, just like a normal corpse, Ji Yun felt a sense of danger in his heart, as if a dried corpse would sit up from the soil in the next moment.

"It's so scary just after entering the forest. If we go deeper, won't it be even more terrifying?"

When this thought came to Ji Yun's mind, he felt his left shoulder sink, as if a hand had patted his shoulder.

He felt a chill in his heart and turned his head suddenly, just in time to come face to face with a dead face that was blue-black in color and half of which had already rotted away.

The horrifying scene that appeared before his eyes without any warning made Ji Yun's eyes widen in an instant.

Although it was very dark around, he could still see that the face was covered with wet soil, as if it had just been dug out of the ground.

The owner of this face had his eyes closed, and his not-so-tall, cold body stood quietly beside Ji Yun, looking very quiet.

But his palm rested lightly on Ji Yun's left shoulder.

Ji Yun forgot to breathe and just stared at the corpse blankly.

It was not until the stench of foul smell emanating from the corpse was blown onto his face by the cold wind that he came to his senses. His face immediately turned pale and he dodged to the side.

In an instant, he aimed the mouth of the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar at the corpse.

But when he was about to let the Heaven-Devouring Demon Pot devour the corpse, he saw the corpse fall straight back to the ground without any reaction.

Ji Yun's throat tightened and his heart began to beat violently.

He didn't dare to move, just stared at the corpse.

Only then did he discover that one of the corpse's arms was twisted irregularly, as if it had been stepped on and broken.

After noticing this, Ji Yun's breathing stagnated and he suddenly turned around to look behind him.

But I saw that a big hole had been dug out on the ground behind me at some point, and the corpse had disappeared.

(End of this chapter)