Uncle Gu made a resolute decision and directly slashed his palm to start arranging the formation with his own blood.
Zhongli Yuanjing’s eyes darkened when he looked at those ghosts, realizing they must be dangerously close to being finished products.
He didn’t hold back either, slashing his own arm and channeling the blood into the magic artifact, which emitted an even brighter light.
The rest of the people also brought out their best abilities, determined that even if they all died here today, they absolutely couldn’t let these things escape and harm others.
"These ghosts, if they escape, will surely desperately devour other life forms to bolster themselves. Yun Ran, although you are not a regular mber of the Special Administration Bureau, I hope you..."
Gu Yuan left the rest unsaid, but Yun Ran understood her aning; she was being urged not to fear death and to ideally perish along with these ghosts.
On a normal day, Yun Ran would definitely curse soone out for suggesting she throw her life away. After all, who goes around telling others to go die?
But given the current situation, it seed that everyone else present had prepared themselves for death, so she refrained from triggering anyone’s nerves.
"Rest assured, I have a clear understanding, no matter what, I am still one of the Xuan Sect’s own."
Gu Yuan felt guilty, but there was no help for it. As mbers, and indeed regular mbers of the Xuan Sect, they could not shirk their responsibilities.
Yun Ran was also curious about how these ghosts managed to deceive the existence of Heavenly Dao, such that even Heavenly Thunder had a limited effect on them.
If she could gain so insight from this, it might save her from the constant misfortune that Heavenly Dao seed to have in store for her.
Uncle Gu’s and the others’ skills were undoubtedly powerful; that unsettling chewing sound finally ceased.
However, they had now gained a clear view of the ghosts in the vat; they looked like a dark, pitch-black mass.
But soon, apart from a few elders and Yun Ran, the others, upon hearing the ghosts’ cries, lost all resistance and stood there dazed and idiotic.
"Damn! They have retained so of the Xuan Sect’s wisdom!"
It was already difficult to deal with spiritually intelligent ghosts, but now that these ghosts could also use Xuan Sect techniques, this was not good news for the mbers of the Special Administration Bureau.
Yun Ran released all talismans that had absorbed Heavenly Thunder, then swiftly slashed her own palm and ford a rapid Magic Spell.
"Break!"
With a "bang," the dark ghost energy surrounding those ghosts was shattered by Yun Ran’s talismans and the blood-empowered Magic Spell.
The ghosts revealed their true appearance, but Yun Ran was knocked flying by the blast and smashed heavily onto the ground.
If it weren’t for the protection of Little Paperman, she would have certainly broken bones; still, the pain in her buttocks made her take a while before she could stand up.
Zhongli Yuanjing, who initially looked down on Yun Ran, was shocked to see that she had managed to break through the ghosts’ protective barriers.
He was astonished to find that a person scorned by Heavenly Dao could wield such cultivation.
Those who had previously lost their senses were also blown away by the blast, but their falls were much worse. Thankfully, they regained consciousness.
Gu Yuan looked at Yun Ran, who kept rubbing her buttocks, and at the ghosts with their true appearance revealed, and roughly guessed what Yun Ran had done.
"Eh, isn’t this Daoist friend Nan Qing?"
Uncle Gu looked at the speaker: "Do you recognize soone among these ghosts?"
The speaker’s elder also looked over: "You little rascal, speak up!"
The man with two broken ribs gritted his teeth and replied amidst the gazes of his elders: "Ten years ago, when I went to the Northwest, I t Daoist friend Nan Qing.
He was warmhearted and would stand up against injustices. He was far more advanced in Dao progress than at the ti, and I left him a recomndation letter, hoping to invite him to join us at the Special Administration Bureau.
But he never sought out, and I thought he disliked restraints. I didn’t expect that he had fallen victim to foul play."
That Nan Qing of the past always had a smile on his face, but now seeing his sinister appearance pained the speaking man’s heart.
The crowd looked at the other ghosts whose true faces were now exposed, and though they did not recognize them.
Still, those present guessed that these ghosts must have been outstanding individuals when they were alive, or they wouldn’t have lasted until now.
Even for them, who had seen all sorts of tragedies, this was very distressing.
Putting themselves in their shoes, if it were them who were killed and turned into such things, even though retaining so semblance of spiritual wisdom, yet still being forced to harm others against their will, it would be agonizing.
Even disregarding the karmic consequences on these ghosts, everyone knew they no longer had a chance at reincarnation.
Ginsengfruit had thought its Host suffered enough, but it turns out there were even more miserable beings.
At this mont, Yun Ran truly intended to kill Rong Gu—there was a limit to murdering others. To tornt one’s fellow cultivators like this was worse than pigs and dogs!
Uncle Gu felt sympathetic but could only harden his heart: "Fellow Daoists, today we must kill them!"
"Mm!"
...
Everyone felt very heavy-hearted.
They were likely all going to stay here today.
Yun Ran did not join the action to kill the ghosts, but rather sat down on the spot, took out a small flag, waved it, and cried out: "Clouds, co forth!"
After a while, clouds gathered in the sky, blocking out the sunlight completely and casting the villa area into a dim, greyish state, as if rain were imminent.
Then, Yun Ran summoned all the rit within her, and took out a Golden Feather to wear on her head.
She tore off the bandages that had been wrapped around her beforehand, allowing her wounds to rupture and bleed.
With the last grain of rit Golden Light flying out of her body, Yun Ran’s complexion rapidly turned pale and dim.
The rit Golden Light hovered over the ghosts who had already lost their humanity.
"Ah..."
The ghosts let out shrill screams of agony.
Yun Ran’s face, pale as paper, suddenly shouted: "Ghost Gate, open!"
All those present, including Yun Ran, after hearing the sound of iron chains dragging on the ground, collapsed to the ground awkwardly, as if their bodies were being suppressed by so Prohibition.
A spatial distortion suddenly appeared in the open space of the villa, and a black, door-shaped portal erged.
"Who dares to be so bold as to rashly open the Ghost Gate!"
With a "puh," aside from Yun Ran, who could still stand, the rest of the people, including the elders, vomited blood due to the pressure of the voice and fainted on the spot.
Yun Ran wasn’t faring much better, but if it weren’t for the Qingfeng Temple inheritor’s Jade Token she had on her and the Golden Feather bestowed by her ancestors, she would probably be hanging on to her last breath by now.
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