I Only Want to Lie Flat But Am Forced to Cultivate Immortality-Chapter 250 - 141: Saving the Cat, Local Bully

Holding three sticks of incense, Xu Qing stepped and performed the ritual. When the Spirit Incense invoked the Yin energy in the courtyard, he began to recite the Rampage Soldier Spell.

"The first day wounds, the premier reforms.

The Celestial Master commands, swiftly capture calamities.

Across the nine lands, slay ghosts and seize harm.

Fortunes to the good, misfortunes to the vile.

The wicked scorn me, all die paying harm.

Now I command you, rampage fiercely..."

As the Rampage Soldier Spell concluded, the burial site in the courtyard suddenly emitted billowing black smoke. Nearly two hundred skeletons emerged, extending bone claws and skulls breaking through the soil like bamboo shoots after the rain.

These skeletons had Yin energy swirling around their mouths, noses, ears, and eyes. Upon hearing the spell, they faced the altar and spat out evil Qi, akin to believers in pilgrimage.

The Refining Demon Technique, originally from the Celestial Master’s Mansion, employs the Yin soldiers. This technique does not always successfully form the Rampaging General and Ghost Soldiers; two or three successful attempts out of ten is considered good.

The main reason for this is due to the fact that past Celestial Masters are all living beings. Some Yin corpses do not prioritize the people of the mortal world, resulting in scattered Yin energy like headless flies unable to coalesce. When the dispersed Yin energy is excessive and lacks sufficient concentration to form, the crafting of the Fierce General fails.

However, Xu Qing never worried about this.

The failure rate for living beings to refine the Rampaging Soldiers is high because the methods and specialization are wrong. If it were the Yama Ghost King, there’s no need for refining; the Rampaging General and Ghost Soldiers would emerge actively to serve.

Dealing with Yin matters should involve Yin beings; mortal matters follow mortal paths, this is the proper specialization.

Just as the Ghost King commands ghost soldiers, and the Ten Halls Yama supervises Yin matters.

Although Xu Qing was not the Yama Ghost King, he emitted the strongest Yin presence in the secluded courtyard. When he planted the commanding flag onto the altar and stood at the center, all skeletons regarded him as their leader, consolidating the Yin energy before the altar.

In the courtyard, two Fierce Generals formed from Corpse Evil simultaneously climbed from the ground. First, bone claws over two feet long and one foot two inches wide tore through the soil, followed by massive skulls and towering skeletons.

The two Fierce Generals had hideous heads, ghoulish flames flickering in their empty eye sockets. Xu Qing nodded in satisfaction upon witnessing this.

Combined with the Fierce General previously refined into the command flag, he effectively controlled three Silver Armored Zombies, akin to possessing a top-tier force of three Gang Condensing Martial Artists in the mortal realm.

Xu Qing beckoned from the roof ridge, prompting the eagerly awaiting black cat to leap down to the altar’s front.

Reluctantly trailing behind was the embroidery girl, too terrified to approach.

Those Fierce Generals were ghastlier than her; she thought they were the legendary ’Nian’.

It was horrifying!

"What are these big things? Are they ghosts?"

Xuan Yu’s voice had barely fallen when a female ghost from the roof ridge protested, "Such ugly things can’t be ghosts; they must be Nian, definitely Nian!"

"What is Nian?" Xuan Yu inquired curiously.

"Nian is what a ghost turns into after death. When a person dies, they become a ghost; when a ghost dies, it’s a Nian. Ghosts fear Nian, just as people fear ghosts. Xuan Yu, if you’re ever bored, you can pretend to be a Nian to play with the embroidery girl, so she doesn’t always complain about being lonely in the empty house..." freēwēbηovel.c૦m

The embroidery girl, wide-eyed and incredulous, stared at Xu Qing from the roof ridge, wondering how a seemingly normal person could utter such venomous words.

Xuan Yu pondered aloud, "Are these two big creatures Nian?"

"No," Xu Qing patiently explained. "These are Fierce Generals, products formed by the convergence of Corpses’ Yin energy. As for why they are called fierce..."

"It’s said that the union of dragons and pigs births demons, creatures as large as urns, with heads like pigs, hooves of cattle, rabbit tails, larger than dogs, voraciously devouring people, ferocious and greedy, sounding like infant cries... Fierce Generals share a similar ugly and brutal appearance, thus the name."

Xuan Yu seemed half-understanding, "Are they powerful?"

"They’re slightly less formidable than you."

"How do they compare to big tigers?"

"..."

This Yan Kingdom map is somewhat limited.

Xu Qing smiled mildly, "Even ten big tigers aren’t as formidable as one Xuan Yu."

"Really?"

"Certainly."

...

After collecting the Fierce Generals into the command flag, Xu Qing, unoccupied, sat under the locust tree, watching the courtyard cat and female ghost playing shuttlecock.

The shuttlecock bore Golden Simurgh feathers, brilliantly vibrant, tracing golden streaks whenever it flew into the night sky.

At the fifth watch, Xu Qing and Xuan Yu departed the secluded courtyard. At the courtyard’s entrance, a white-clad female ghost sat on the eaves until the young man and cat crossed Shuimen Bridge and vanished entirely past the archway, only then did the ghost withdraw her gaze.

Rumor has it that souls unable to detach due to unresolved grievances become bound to specific areas, unable to leave.

Such souls typically harbor unfulfilled desires or lingering resentment from their past lives, preventing their spirits from resting, wandering in places tied to their heartache.

The embroidery girl, unable to sense the path to the Yin world, likewise couldn’t leave the Jin Sect area. Yet, she didn’t feel lonely now.

At least in death, she had someone and a cat to keep her company.

"I’ll always remember the gentleman’s kindness, I’ll often think of the Southern Hills, and yearn for the crescent moon, the swaying light on the river, like a boat...

Thinking of the gentleman, worn straw shoes traversing misty realms, ever accompanied by boundless waters and mountains; pitying the gentleman, forsaking home and wife for Daoist studies, a handsome youth turned a graying elder; always believing, heaven bless the lord with profound skills, not disappointing me, relying on a green lamp, guarding ten years of deep loyalty..."

In the deep household, a woman’s voice murmured softly.

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