Dragon Tamer - Chapter 1298: 1302: Familiar Ghost

Chapter 1298: Chapter 1302: Familiar Ghost

“Brother Wei, it’s been many years since you last visited. Our Purple Cypress Door has undergone significant changes. How about I show you around? All the elder and junior fellow disciples, as well as our masters, have missed you dearly.” The Verandah Ghost presented himself as a poised and elegant gentleman as he approached Zhu Minglang with a smile.

Zhu Minglang did not show any hostility but continued to assume the identity of Guardian King.

When dealing with Yin spirits, it’s not necessary to kill them all; mainly because Yin spirits are indeed difficult to kill and tend to cling to one’s person.

If one can cater to the obsessions of the Yin spirits and help them accomplish certain matters, it’s even possible to gain some substantial benefits.

After encountering the ancient bones in the back mountain ravine, Zhu Minglang actually found these age-old Yin spirits rather endearing.

Accompanying the Yin Spirit Son on a tour, he greeted many fellow disciples, both male and female, young and old, along the way. These Yin spirits were affable and not a single one harbored any resentment or malice.

Had it not been for the dilapidation he had seen during the daytime, Zhu Minglang might even think of this place as a tranquil and warm little sect, where the disciples took care of each other, the masters were kindhearted and benevolent, and the junior and senior sisters were alluring and graceful…

“Why did it take you so long to come see us, Wei Zhen? We all missed you a great deal,” an old granny said, tapping her back.

“First I had to deal with national affairs, then family matters. There was an endless stream of things to attend to, internally and externally. I’ve always wanted to visit you but was continually held up by other pressing matters,” Zhu Minglang said, maintaining his smile and speaking vaguely to the Yin spirits.

Clearly, after the Yin Spirit Son took him around and identified him as Guardian King, all the Yin spirits here were convinced that he was indeed the Guardian King they were familiar with.

“Ah, something has been missing here since you left, we really miss the days when you were around,” the old granny continued.

Zhu Minglang kept his composure outwardly, but couldn’t help but make a snide comment inwardly.

Of course, something has been missing.

After all, in the whole Purple Cypress Door, Guardian King was the only living person. Without him, the sect would completely lack vitality—all of you are ghosts of the sect!

After the tour, seeing that these Yin spirits had no demands, grievances, or regrets, and were a group of harmless spirits that had resided here for years, Zhu Minglang subtly hinted at his departure upon completing the “Guardian King’s Ghostly Family Visit” task.

“Yes, it’s getting late. As a ruler of a nation now, there are many things you have to take care of personally,” the Yin Spirit Son was obviously a close friend of the Guardian King and also the Sect Leader of the Purple Cypress Door.

“I will come to visit again when I have more time,” Zhu Minglang said.

“I’ll walk you to the front of the mountain gate,” the Yin Spirit Son said.

…

Arriving at the mountain gate, Zhu Minglang realized that the Ghost Door Sect actually looked quite legitimate.

He saw some Lonely Wild Ghosts wandering around; they weren’t grotesque or terrifying at all, rather they looked like neatly dressed disciples hoping to join the sect, with their robes fluttering in the wind.

“Sect Leader, is this candidate who failed the exam also accepted?” asked a Yin spirit disciple who was guarding the mountain gate.

“They’re all from rejected and regretful backgrounds, akin to drifters in this world. Naturally, we take them in,” the Yin Spirit Son nodded in response.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Minglang immediately had a guess.

He had already gained a rough understanding when talking with those fellow Yin spirit disciples.

This Ghost Door Sect seemed to specialize in providing refuge for ghosts who were rejected by other sects, the frustrated and failed, the dismissed, including those who were eliminated in selections like the Southern Heavenly Gate’s disciple recruitment…

And their causes of death were fundamentally similar.

All of them harbored thoughts of suicide after failing to be selected, unable to face their families and friends back home, they ultimately chose this manner to end their own lives.

Just like those scholars rushing to the imperial exams, studying hard for ten years, all for a spot on the honor roll, only to end up with nothing in the end.

Similarly, those cultivators, who spent all their families’ wealth, all for a chance to become a disciple of a sect, only to be rejected at the gate, they literally could not face living any longer.

When they died, they held onto their obsessions, and then they gathered at the Purple Cypress Door, which accepted them, fulfilling the regrets in their hearts…

No wonder, even though this is the Ghost Door Sect, the resentment and hatred here are not that intense.

They could be considered a group of kind ghosts and ghosts content with their lot. Perhaps back in the day, the Guardian King was also frustrated and rejected by many sects. By chance, he entered the Purple Cypress Door and, supported by the yin spirits from all corners of the world, he obtained a decent cultivation base before leaving the mountain to become a monarch of his generation.

Like the Guardian King, those who entered this place while still alive are probably very few.

“It’s getting late, Brother Wei will take his leave now.” Zhu Minglang gave a bow.

The Yin Spirit Son did not stop him, merely showing an expression of reluctance to part with an old friend, but still returned Zhu Minglang’s bow and said goodbye.

But just as Zhu Minglang turned to leave, among the wandering ghosts loitering at the mountain gate, one ghost suddenly flew over.

His eyes fiercely fixed on Zhu Minglang.

Thɩ𝓈 ςh𝒶pƚ𝕖r 𝑖𝖘 p◎𝘴𝑡є𝕕 b𝕪 𝖪𝑖𝑡𝖾ṅ𝗼𝕧є𝗅

Anger and resentment surged forth from his being.

“It was you!!” The ghost became ferocious, with a hint of roaring in his voice.

Yin spirits, upon seeing certain things or certain people, could turn into evil spirits. Zhu Minglang was wondering what connections he might have with a lonely wild ghost, when he looked up and found something vaguely familiar about this solitary ghost.

Huangyu!!

It was the man who was about to hang himself in the wild countryside!

I took his recommendation letter and went to the Southern Heavenly Palace!!

This guy, looking at that long tongue hanging out of his mouth, it was obvious without guessing that he simply found a different place and hanged himself again!

The question is, how did he happen to appear here??

“You took my recommendation letter and assumed my identity to become an Inner Sect Disciple of the Southern Heavenly Court! And in the end, you even changed to another name!” Huangyu accused Zhu Minglang bitterly, and step by step, he drew closer.

Zhu Minglang was puzzled; Huangyu had become a ghost, so how could he have known these things?

“Why should an imposter like you become a disciple of the Southern Heavenly Court while someone of a noble and orthodox background like me got refused entrance by them? How unjust is heaven!!” Huangyu pointed at Zhu Minglang, starting to roar in anger.

The Huangyu from just a moment ago was simply a lingering ghost, and aside from being a bit dreary, he didn’t seem too harmful.

But upon seeing Zhu Minglang, he completely went mad. His anger and resentment under the red moonlight turned into some kind of Yin Spirit Power, mutating and proliferating rapidly on his body like a parasite, instantly transforming from a mild yin spirit into a terrifying evil ghost!

Zhu Minglang could never have expected to encounter someone he met thousands of miles away in such a way, in such a place.