Chapter 275: “The Female Ghost” Pounced!
“It seems they won’t chase too closely.”
Yun Zhonghe slowly stepped out of the inn and leisurely strolled through the narrow streets.
As he walked, his spiritual energy spread like a silent net, carefully observing those keeping tabs on him. He realized that it was only a Foundation Establishment cultivator following him.
In front of someone as strong as Yun Zhonghe, such a low-level cultivator would be like an ant trying to move a tree—it’s just plain ridiculous. So, naturally, the pursuer dared not get too close, maintaining a safe distance.
Even when Yun Zhonghe occasionally stopped at shops, the foundation cultivator lingered outside, unwilling to enter.
This scene amused Yun Zhonghe internally. Although the Chen Family appeared powerful now, they were essentially a mere secondary family with shallow roots. Their top-tier warriors were few, so they naturally feared making enemies rashly.
On the other hand, Yun Zhonghe reckoned that the Chen Family probably didn’t view them as significant threats, otherwise more skilled individuals would have been sent after them.
To be honest, Yun Zhonghe wasn’t particularly wary of the Chen Family—just a bunch of Qi Refinement and Foundation Establishment cultivators.
No matter if it was Yun Zhonghe or his traveling companion, Su Xinghe, sneaking into the Chen household would be as easy as pie.
Even if discovered, their sheer strength could handle any second-rate family with ease.
Rationally speaking, there was no need for caution—they could simply charge ahead and snatch their targets without worry.
However, all the strange occurrences and oddities within the Chen Family this morning made him uneasy, necessitating careful measures to avoid traps.
Moreover, Yun Zhonghe’s current trip wasn’t solitary; he had to protect the female lead and her sister. Any missteps could lead to difficult explanations to his good buddy, Huang Aotian.
Being cautious was non-negotiable.
Thus, Yun Zhonghe ambled through Tianhai City’s streets, subtly confirming the tracking range of the Chen Family’s spy.
After patient observation, he felt confident in gauging the Chen Family’s watchfulness levels. It was time to end this pointless “walk” and head home.
The night covered the city in ink-black silence, while street lanterns gradually flickered on, casting a mysterious glow over the ancient skyline.
Pedestrians grew sparse, leaving only a few brave ones out late.
Recent incidents of vicious attacks had people whispering stories of human monsters or eight-foot-tall ghost ladies prowling the streets. These rumors fostered a general fear among the populace.
People hurried back to their homes as darkness fell, trying to stay away from the unknown dangers.
Those still out tended to be strong cultivators, mostly at the Foundation Establishment level.
Yun Zhonghe walked the empty streets, his sharp gaze scanning the shadows, alert to every detail. Noticing the persistent follower from the Chen Family at his heels, he smirked. This guy took his job seriously—he didn’t give up even late at night.
Continuing unaffected, Yun Zhonghe paused abruptly.
Suddenly, his senses reached peak acuity.
Within his spiritual reach, he detected some unusual stirrings!
This presence was bizarre, sending an inexplicable chill down his spine, reminiscent of last night’s attempted intruder. The sense of dread was palpable!
Yun Zhonghe’s eyes narrowed, piercing through the darkness as he faced the unknown source of fear squarely.
On the left side, deep in a dark alley, a silhouette stood indistinctly, a white dress vivid against the darkness that blurred its outlines.
The alley was pitch-black, but the eerie woman wore some unseen shadowy glow that outlined her figure.
Good heavens!
Her figure was enormous—two full, round appendages barely containing themselves, displaying an unbelievably large size. One couldn’t help but suspect visual illusions.
Her clothes were incomplete, much skin exposed. Her pale, nearly translucent skin with long black hair cascading down concealed her face, revealing nothing but an air of mystery and eeriness.
She had the form of a mature woman, a sight to behold.
She stood motionlessly like a statue, yet gave off the impression she was staring intently at Yun Zhonghe.
Absolutely fixated, even though he couldn’t see her eyes through the black hair. But the intense eye contact was almost tangible, making him shudder.
Every cell in his body tensed, cold sweat rushing from his feet up to his skull—a scene straight out of a horror movie.
Oh no, what the heck is this huge chested banshee…
Even a Gold Core cultivator like Yun Zhonghe, who also had fighting skills against Spirit Infants, felt an unnerving chill he hadn’t before.
Isn’t this… the infamous eight-foot tall ghost?
He was taken aback, eyes locked onto the white-robed figure, but closer inspection revealed her height at a normal one-seven meters—far from the claimed eight feet.
Nonetheless, doubts lingered. After all, ghosts aren’t bound by mundane logic.
Yun Zhonghe twitched his fingers, drawing from his pocket a sword that whizzed out gracefully, illuminating the surroundings like silver lightning before landing smoothly into his hand.
He took a deep breath and ventured into the dark alley, determined to investigate this further.
“Hey, who are you…”
Just as he spoke, intending to question the white-robed lady, she suddenly disappeared, vanishing without a trace, her massive bosom disappearing with her.
That was fast—like a frame snatched by time itself, without any warning, she was gone.
Yun Zhonghe was gobsmacked and summoned his spiritual energy to chase her down.
In the blink of an eye, he reached the spot she vanished from, but found no trace of her. No matter how many directions he checked, no sign remained.
“Sword, did you see anything?”
Uneasy, Yan Zhonghe turned to his sword, which hummed softly as if affirming, **”My lord, I saw—movement was swift!”**
Wiping sweat off his brow, Yun Zhonghe muttered, “What on earth could it have been?”
In this world, ghosts are real—be it five continents or four domains. Each holds different creatures and laws.
The Ghost Domain is a land of mysteries, the realm of spirits.
Still, a barrier separates human and ghost domains, preventing casual crossing unless one has special abilities or rituals. Similar to Yin and Yang in the old stories.
Usually, one wouldn’t encounter ghosts in the human domain.
Before Yun Zhonghe could process it, a sudden, icy touch wrapped around his waist, like a silent embrace.
It was light, soft, and smooth.
Spinning around, what he saw made his eyes widen in shock and his heart skip a beat.
A short, white-haired figure swooped in, ghost-like, towards his face.
Holy sh**!
Yun Zhonghe nearly wet himself.
Struggling to break free, he found himself pinned to the wall by some tremendous force.
Now, the specter’s appearance was clear. Lips biting chaotic strands, face pale with terror, glaring violet eyes brimming with endless resentment and sorrow.
Her icy hands gripped Yun Zhonghe’s waist fiercely, fingertips digging into his flesh.
“Yuu…n Zhong~he…!!!”
The spectral voice echoed unnaturally in the night.
“Quackkkkk!!!”
Yelled in fright, an unpleasant coldness shot up his spine.
The specter raised her palm, five fingers spread wide, aiming for Yun Zhonghe’s heart—seemingly ready to rip it out.
But her talons transformed into playful fists, soft yet firm blows raining down softly on his chest.
“Yun Zhonghe, you idiot! Remember, I’m the most important! Running around with other girls behind my back!”
The familiar, petulant voice stirred memories, like a voice actor at work, making Yun Zhonghe’s heart flutter with nostalgia.
Wait, not a ghost?
Stunned, Yun Zhonghe examined closely. A cute face, fair skin, delicate features now streaked with tears like morning dew.
Red, puffy eyes, clearly from crying earlier.
“Mu Jixue?!”
He steadied himself, confirming—cute figure, familiar face, unique temperament unmistakably belonged to her.
What is she doing in Tianhai City?
“Idiot Yun Zhonghe! Thickhead Yun Zhonghe! Liar liar liar!”
Mu Jixue vented, her words laden with fury. She pounded his chest ferociously, each strike so swift it seemed to create afterimages.
If turned into sword techniques, even the Untraceable Sword Art might bow down.
Nose red, eyes filled with hurt, she looked like she’d been wronged profoundly.
“I finally managed it, and you ran away! You owe me a reason!”
