"Jing He, high-level Yin Ghosts don’t have deadly organs like the Sea of Consciousness or Dantian that human Cultivators possess. To kill them completely, one must shatter their souls,"
Along with a chilling low chuckle, the Yin Ghost that was pierced through the neck on the ground suddenly moved.
With a tearing sound, the Yin Ghost shifted its body to the left by half a foot.
The cervical spine was instantly split by the sharp blade, and flesh on one side of the neck was torn open, the head tilted down, held to the body by only a bit of skin and meat.
Looking at the bloody and eerie sight before him, Xu Yuan didn’t hesitate; his sword blade fiercely slashed downward along the other’s neck.
The Three-foot Green Blade Sword, infused with Origin Qi, cut through the Yin Ghost before him like a knife through tofu, slicing it in half.
Black blood and decayed viscera scattered all over the ground, but even so, this Yin Ghost still didn’t lose the ability to move. Both halves of its body twisted around Xu Yuan’s sword, which could cut through iron like mud.
Xu Yuan’s eyebrows knitted slightly; he released the hilt and stomped on the ground, abruptly leaping backward.
Bodily contact with a Yin Ghost should be avoided; this was a rather obscure piece of common knowledge.
As entities made up of negative emotions, once a Yin Ghost touched a body, the Will-spirit could easily be tainted by the negativity it contained.
This was known as "demonization."
After creating some distance, the Origin Qi within Xu Yuan surged, and the Energy Mechanism in his body erupted fiercely, igniting a flame that shot up from the blade of the Azure Edge Sword that he’d released.
Jing He’s Pure Yang body, in some sense, also had a restraining effect on Yin Ghosts.
The scorching flames, belonging to the Pure Yang body, danced and leaped upon the blade of the Azure Edge Sword, quickly spreading to the soul body of the Yin Ghost that was now enveloped by Ice Crystals, transforming what was once a twisted, sinister laugh into a scream of agony.
In a matter of seconds, the half-Primordial Yin Ghost was at death’s door.
When their Ghost Domain is destroyed, and their true form is revealed, to humans, these terrible-nightmare-like Yin Ghosts are nothing more than toys in the hands of Cultivators of the same level.
With such a fatal flaw, it’s no wonder that these Yin Ghosts of later generations would end up being domesticated by the human race.
Thinking this, Xu Yuan once again disappeared in a flash, returning to Tianyan and Xia Qing’s side, looking down at the Yin Ghost struggling within the blazing flames.
Xia Qing suddenly spoke up at this moment:
"Jing He, Tianyan, let’s leave this place for now,"
"What?" Xu Yuan asked in confusion, pointing at the Azure Edge Sword stuck in the body of the Yin Ghost, "I haven’t retrieved my sword yet."
With a hint of a smile in her eyes, Xia Qing quietly explained:
"My Inviting Moon Sect has dealt with these Yin Ghosts for hundreds of years. High-level Yin Ghosts release an extremely strong negative emotion before they are destroyed, permanently tainting and altering the temperament of nearby living beings. This emotion might be fear, bloodlust, or even depravity."
Upon hearing this, Xu Yuan immediately glanced at Tianyan.
[You killed so many earlier, why didn’t you tell me about this?]
Tianyan, with a face of calm indifference, snorted:
"I didn’t know, it doesn’t affect me."
Right, the Yantian Art again.
Xu Yuan’s mouth twitched slightly, but he began to understand why Jiatiange was reluctant to eradicate the massive Ghost Fog in Sword Casting Valley.
Killing them brought no benefit, and one risked gaining a permanent debuff.
With that thought, Xu Yuan sighed, looked at his Three-foot Green Blade Sword that he had used for several years, and said in a low voice:
"Let’s leave this place first, and come back for it later...."
His words cut off abruptly.
The air seemed to solidify,
Xu Yuan suddenly noticed a slender, mysterious figure in a black dress appear beside the Yin Ghost.
Her appearance was very sudden.
Under the gaze of the three,
The woman in the black dress slowly walked up to the Yin Ghost on the brink of soul destruction, extracted the Azure Edge Sword from its body, and played with it in her hand for a moment.
She held up the blade and slowly turned her gaze around.
The very same deep gold as Tianyan’s.
Tian Ye, with a smile brimming on her lips, stared at Xu Yuan standing a hundred yards away on a tree trunk:
"Jing He, shall I fetch it for you?"