I Am Your Natural Enemy

Wen Yan was a bit surprised; he really hadn’t expected that they were looking for him because of this.

Logically, all they needed was to ask that Red Skirt Ghost for her own opinion.

Obviously, Qing Xuzi was really afraid Wen Yan would pin another label on him—things last time were already hard to explain clearly.

Seeing someone with great supernatural talent and getting excited, and it’s still Wen Yan delivering a sick ghost to his doorstep—here we go again.

If it weren’t for how rare and talented this one was, Qing Xuzi most likely would never bother assigning anyone to say a word about it.

”Qingcheng Ghost Doctor’s reputation is well deserved. I thought that guy wouldn’t recover until after the New Year, but turns out it happened so fast.”

”Well, it’s not like he’s all the way better; he’s just out of any real danger.

As for a full recovery later, that’ll definitely take some slow nurturing.

Getting sick strikes like a landslide, but healing is like drawing silk—that applies to ghosts, too.

If he can take the opportunity to reshape his ghostly body during the recovery…”

”That’ll do a lot of good for him down the line, like having his foundation rebuilt.”

”I’m totally fine with it; as long as that guy himself is willing, it’s all good.”

Wen Yan couldn’t help but sigh—a guy in a red skirt, turned into a Fierce Ghost, alright, this guy is the absolute top-tier god of cross-dressing.

If he could make Qing Xuzi pinch his nose and personally come to ask Wen Yan first, then that matching talent must be really something, and Qingcheng probably just so happens to have the right thing for him.

Most likely, just like Fuyu Mountain, clutching a ”Scorching Sun Fist” manual in their hand, but only able to use the very first bit as an entry-level boxing technique.

Qingcheng is probably the same, sitting on something called ”Scorching Sun Fist,” but alas, there’s simply been no suitable person or ghost to use it.

They’re pros at Spirit Binding—after so many years, their experience’s enough to run a Ghost Clinic. If you told Wen Yan they didn’t have any good stuff stashed away, he’d never believe it.

Take this time, for example—this Bian Baozheng Daoist didn’t seem to consider there was any danger, probably because he’s from Mount Qingcheng and hasn’t even released a ghost yet.

Wen Yan didn’t know much about this Daoist, but he got the general way things worked.

Kinda like when Fuyu Mountain sends people out to deal with zombie-related stuff, often needing to answer questions, so they’d never send someone like Third Great-Uncle Master, who doesn’t have any zombies under his wing.

Someone like Seventh Great-Uncle Master, who actually has a zombie teammate, clearly makes more sense and is way more convincing.

Ghosts aren’t like zombies—ghosts don’t have a physical body, so you just carry a Jade Pendant around and let ghosts rest inside.

Wen Yan figured this Daoist Bian might have a handful of Ghost Jade Talismans tucked away in those big robe sleeves.

If push comes to shove, he swings those sleeves—one person is basically an army.

This is the meta right now—unless you run into someone like Wen Yan, with overflowing Yang Energy, usually, more people is always better than fewer.

As for that other Daoist from Wudang, when the Domain unfolded earlier, Wen Yan noticed the guy’s aura flashed and instantly got suppressed—obviously he was holding back.

This guy is probably both Taoist and Martial—his Yang Energy’s not that intense, really similar to Cai Heizi, so he’s probably not the all-out brute force type, but guys like that always get stronger when pressured.

When things really go off, he’s probably just as crazy as Cai Heizi.

So far, other than a few total cheats like Tuoba Martial God or whoever, among regular martial artists, Cai Heizi is the peak Wen Yan’s seen.

Soloing a giant Night Vigil Deity and instant-KO’ing it—basically the same as a cheat character.

Speaking of which, Wen Yan wondered how Cai Heizi was doing, but now wasn’t really the time to ask, so he just pressed that thought down for now.

Wen Yan chatted for a bit, and as he was about to leave, he got a call from Feng Yao.

The official story from the Scorching Sun Department was they were way too understaffed, just no one to spare to come out to the White Fox Clan Territory.

Now that it was all over, and no one reported anything to the Scorching Sun Department, their people just weren’t coming; they had to go deal with something else.

Like, for instance, tracking and hunting down suspects—the White Fox Tribe Leader and those two ancient grandpas.

But in private, Feng Yao said it was more about respect for people’s simple sense of value and the current trial plan for demon kin management.

Since Wen Yan didn’t fly off the handle and wipe out the whole White Fox Clan Territory in a fit of rage, then honestly, the Scorching Sun Department couldn’t be bothered to care.

Those white foxes—scratch that, those criminal demon suspects—got handled internally by the foxes themselves, ”committed suicide out of guilt,” so Scorching Sun Department had no place to step in.

By Wen Yan’s way of resolving things, Scorching Sun Department could even say so straightforwardly, out loud.

This all got swept under the rug real fast; things at the Qinling Mountains were very quiet, nothing to report.

As for the three other places, while people were still thinking it over here, Li Qixue and Bian Baozheng—those two Daoists—actually volunteered to pick one spot each and head out.

Since Scorching Sun Department had already stepped in, their actions practically made them temporary hires of Scorching Sun.

Three spots, one for each sect.

The two Daoists each picked one and took off at the speed of light.

On Wen Yan’s side, the Fourth Great-uncle Master and his crew took a plane to the third spot themselves.

Not one of them wanted to walk with Wen Yan through the Nether Path; they all had serious misgivings about it, and unless it was absolutely necessary, they’d rather fly commercial.

Especially Bian Daoist from Qingcheng, guy deals with ghosts every single day, but he’s the most averse to taking the Nether Path.

Wen Yan told him he’d run into a Heart-Probing Ghost in the Nether Path. Didn’t sway Bian Daoist at all—if he says he’s not going, he’s not going.

Wen Yan figured there must be something he didn’t know here, to make everyone from the Three Mountains and Five Ridges so consistently reluctant about the Nether Path.