I Am Your Natural Enemy

Wen Yan was stunned for a moment upon hearing that Feng Wei had gotten into trouble, bewitched by a Ghost.

After pondering briefly, he realized, Feng Wei, as a Ghost himself, had actually been bewitched by a Ghost?

”So it’s like a person who’s been so enchanted by a female ghost that they’re utterly confused, and they believe everything she says, right?”

”Although not quite the same, the actual situation is pretty similar. He even brought that Ghost back with him, claiming they were friends, and asked me to help settle them in. He’s never asked me to do this kind of favor before. I told him to first make arrangements for that Ghost, as I haven’t seen it. I called you first. If you’re free, you can have Feng Wei bring you over.”

”Okay, I got it. I’ll contact him. Do we need to call for backup?”

Lord Zhu thought to himself, Your Yang Energy is getting stronger and stronger. When it bursts out, you barely even seem human. Do you really need to call for backup to deal with a Ghost? Weren’t you being a tad too cautious? You think I don’t know about the Yang Energy you unleashed on Mount Zhongnan? It burned so intensely, it was as though you held a blazing sun in your hand. Even the renowned Night Vigil Deity couldn’t withstand it. The Ghost that could withstand you would have to be incredibly powerful.

”I believe that you alone will definitely suffice. If there’s a Ghost you can’t handle, then it’s not something we can deal with. I asked you here just to be extra safe. It seems that the Ghost has only bewitched Feng Wei and done nothing else. So far, my guess is that it’s just looking for a safe place to stay. Moreover, a Ghost capable of doing this yet daring to show up here and bewitch my people must not be familiar with me at all. Plus, for it to be looking for a place to stay using such methods, I suspect, maybe it’s not a Ghost from the Divine Land. It could be the one that escaped from Mount Zhongnan amid the chaos that day. Otherwise, I dare say, any Ghost from the Divine Land with such ability would surely know me. And it would not use such means to hide in my territory. If it were under normal circumstances, a Ghost with such power, as long as it hasn’t committed any heinous crimes against heaven and earth, I would arrange a place for it if it just spoke up to me. These tactics haven’t been used by anyone since telephones became widespread.”

Wen Yan was somewhat speechless. Great, another out-of-touch old Ghost, he thought.

”Alright, I’ll come over and take a look.”

Wen Yan picked up the Chunjun Mace and glanced at the Celestial Sword Master, which he had previously spent a good while figuring out how to remove. ”Are you coming along?” he asked casually.

The next moment, the Gray Cloth wrapped around the Celestial Sword Master rose up and tied itself to his back.

Wen Yan’s eyelid twitched. Careless words certainly come back to haunt you, he thought.

After studying it for a long while, he had realized that the Gray Cloth and the Celestial Sword Master were two separate entities. Without the Old Celestial Master to wield it, the Celestial Sword Master was, in essence, just the sword itself. In the hands of a Cultivator who had the Old Celestial Master’s approval, it was an incredibly powerful magic sword. Otherwise, its significance was primarily symbolic. And that Gray Cloth, which looked like a strip of coarse cloth, clearly possessed spirituality and seemed to have no connection whatsoever to the Celestial Sword Master. Because whenever Wen Yan treated the Gray Cloth and the Celestial Sword Master as a single entity, the Gray Cloth would ignore his intentions. He had assumed the Celestial Sword Master was controlling the Gray Cloth to wrap itself, but the Gray Cloth still paid him no mind. It was only when he treated the Gray Cloth as an independent entity that it displayed its full spirituality; wanting to remove the Celestial Sword Master, a single gesture from him was enough for the Gray Cloth to understand his meaning.

Now, looking at the Gray Cloth that had once again wrapped around the Celestial Sword Master and voluntarily hung itself on his back, he felt too embarrassed to say, I was just running my mouth earlier. You can get down now.

He handed the Chunjun Mace to the Gray Cloth.

”Wrap this one up too. After all, it’s one of my divine weapons; I’ve nearly killed ghosts and gods with it.”

Upon hearing this, the Gray Cloth began to move on its own. With a series of SWISHES, it also wrapped up the Chunjun Mace and hung it on Wen Yan’s back.

Wen Yan, dressed in his martial training attire with a mace and sword on his back, would be quite the image of a Sword Immortal if he grew his hair long.

After preparing his gear, Wen Yan phoned Feng Wei and asked him to come and lead the way.

Feng Wei agreed readily, saying he would arrive shortly.

As soon as he hung up, Little Zombie came holding a plate with Little Fire Seed on it.

Together, Little Fire Seed and Little Zombie pointed outside.

Seeing that Wen Yan didn’t understand, Little Zombie put down Little Fire Seed. It waved its limbs animatedly, YIP-YIP-YIPPING, and gestured for quite some time.

While Little Zombie was still gesturing, Sparrow Cat flapped its wings hard and landed on the couch with a THUD.

”That guy the lawyer brought last time is here, probably looking for you.”

Wen Yan stepped outside and saw from a distance Zhuge Wanjun’s assistant, Misha, standing there with her head down, her chin nearly buried in her chest.

”Is Wan Jun in trouble?”

Upon hearing Wen Yan’s voice, Misha’s head sunk even lower; she didn’t dare to even glance out of the corner of her eye. Just one look last time, and she had fainted on the spot. She hadn’t wanted to come this time. It was only because her best friend had pleaded desperately, swearing she was on the brink of disaster. The friend had repeatedly insisted that Misha take her to Virtue City, as the person there who could help was named Wen Yan. Misha, unable to refuse the persistent requests, had finally come, albeit reluctantly. Now that she was here, she somewhat regretted it, thinking it might have been better to just be a fair-weather friend.

”It’s not about Wan Jun, it’s about me... no, no, it’s about Li Linlin! Li Linlin begged me on her knees to come. I... I didn’t really want to come either. No, that’s not right...” Misha was so nervous her words became jumbled; the pressure felt immense.