SoIasked,“Isthereataskthatgrantsalotofmerit?”
Shecheckedthemissionlist.
“Asamatteroffact,there’soneperfectforyou—syinganevilspirit.Likezombies,they’realsospawnedfromreseanddarkenergy.”
Ghosts—remnantsofsapientbeingsthathavedied.Somearebenevolent,somemalevolent.TheirstrengthrangesfromStage1to9,correspondingtotheninemajorcultivationrealms,fromQiRefiningtoGreatAssion.TherearealsoWanderingSouls—weaker,harmlessentitieswithoutcultivation.
ThismissietedaStage-2EvilSpirit.Itsoundedeasyenoughatfirst…untilIgotthere.
“WhythehellisitStage2peak!?”Ishoutedindisbelief,staringattheghostfiftymetersahead.
Iexpectedearlyormid-stage,maybete-stageatworst—butpeak?
Tootetopin.Onlybychallengingstrrow.
Itriedtotakeitbysurprise,suppressingmyauraasIapproached.Maybeitdidn’tknowIcouldseeit,ormaybeitthoughtIwastoughtodealwith—itjustsme.
Itsfacewashorrifying—crackedopenwoundsrevealingbosmouthtorntotheearswithjaggedteethexposed,twincrimsonghost-firesburninginitshollowsockets.Itlookedexactlylikeademonthathadjustcrawledoutofhell,radiatinganicymalevolechilledmyspine.
Icouldn’ttakeitanymore.Fearsurgedthroughme—ifIdidn’tmovenow,I’dcolpsefromdread.
“VajraTeique—se!”
Justintime.Myblowstruckbeforeitcouldreajuringitbadly.Theghosthowled,thenfled.
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