Boom!
The next moment, Lin Wudi made his move.
Yin Qi surged from the altar, converging into a small sword. Not only that, but the ghostly shadows around him, weaker imps, all merged into the small sword. The small sword looked even more sinister and terrifying, then shot towards Yang Feilong at lightning speed.
Yang Feilong snorted coldly, his Dragon Thorn flew out, and with a bang, the small sword shattered, accompanied by a piercing shriek.
Puff!
Lin Wudi spat blood and retreated in disarray, while Yang Feilong only trembled slightly. The superiority was clear.
"Lin Wudi's soul power has actually reached the sixth rank of the Mortal grade. Among the younger generation, he is considered an outstanding figure. Unfortunately, he met me!" Yang Feilong thought to himself.
The next moment, he flicked his finger.
True Qi condensed into a long sword and slashed at Lin Wudi.
Whoosh!
The anger and shock in Lin Wudi's eyes vanished without a trace. The next moment, his body fell to the ground with a thud, his head and body split in two.
The next moment, Yang Feilong flicked his finger, and a flame shot out, beginning to incinerate Lin Wudi's corpse.
"Ah!" A piercing scream suddenly erupted from the dead body.
It turned out that Lin Wudi hadn't truly died. As a ghost controller, his physical body could die, but his soul could remain immortal for a certain period. If his body wasn't completely destroyed, his soul could escape the Niwan Palace and then solidify again, becoming a true ghost cultivator!
If that happened, his cultivation speed would greatly increase without the burden of a physical body. He hadn't done so before naturally because he didn't want to lose his qualification to be human. Ghost cultivators could reshape their physical bodies after reaching a certain level, but for him, that was a distant prospect. He would naturally prefer slower cultivation to abandoning his physical body!
Moreover, with only a soul, he dared not venture out during thunderstorms or on sunny days.
Thunderbolts specifically targeted souls and even had a great attraction to them, while sunny days were self-explanatory; souls would experience unbearable pain under direct sunlight.
Flames also countered souls.
In fact, when Yang Feilong dealt with the fused ghost earlier, using fire abilities would have been even more effective than using true qi.
However, Yang Feilong had used soul-based attacks to allow his Dragon Thorn to absorb some soul energy.
Yes, the Dragon Thorn could absorb soul power, but the opponent's soul was too weak, so the absorbed soul power was limited.
And the more soul power it absorbed, the stronger the Dragon Thorn would become!
"Yang Feilong, you will die a terrible death!" Lin Wudi's screams turned into nothingness under the scorching of the fire abilities.
Yang Feilong's divine sense completely spread out, and everything in the entire palace was clearly visible. There were no more ghosts.
As for whether there were other palaces, Yang Feilong believed there wouldn't be any. Because Lin Wudi had likely gathered all the ghosts to kill him just now.
"En? What is that?" The next moment, Yang Feilong saw something appear at the place where Lin Wudi died. It was a book, and it wasn't an ordinary book, because an ordinary book couldn't withstand the incineration of those abilities.
Yang Feilong beckoned, and the book fell into his hand.
With a glance, he knew what the book was: Ghost Control Technique. Yang Feilong flipped his hand and put it away.
"Let's go!" Yang Feilong looked at Mia in his arms and said softly.
"Feilong brother, my legs are weak, I want you to carry me," Mia said, her face flushed as she stared at Yang Feilong.
"..."
Alright, perhaps she was truly scared by these ghosts. After all, she hadn't seen as much as he had, and she had been startled earlier. It was normal for her legs to be weak. So, he picked her up.
"Feilong brother, am I beautiful?" Mia asked shyly.
"Beautiful!" Yang Feilong glanced at Mia and nodded seriously. Dressed in a traditional red wedding gown, with "man-slayer" red lipstick and a phoenix crown, Mia looked more enchanting and charming than usual.
"Then, do you want to do something with this beauty?" Mia said, her voice full of allure, her breath like orchids. Coupled with her current attire, in this setting, it was unspeakably stimulating.
Yang Feilong's lips moved, and he gently lowered his head. Mia closed her eyes, her lips slightly parted.
Yang Feilong couldn't resist and kissed her.
Seeing a chair nearby, he sat down, his hands also not idle.
"Feilong brother, there's a bridal chamber ahead, let's go inside!" Mia said.
Yang Feilong had also seen that bridal chamber. It should be the final scene of the wedding.
With a flash of light, Yang Feilong brought Mia into the bridal chamber. As the two entered, the door of the bridal chamber closed on its own.
On the bed, the two kissed each other passionately.
Whether it was a coincidence or not, Yang Feilong was wearing a black suit today. The suit and the wedding dress represented modern and ancient wedding attire respectively. Although it was a bit strange, in this place, it fit inexplicably.
The bedsheets, quilts, and covers in the bridal chamber were all new.
This was specially prepared by Lin Wudi for himself, but alas, it benefited Yang Feilong. If Lin Wudi were still alive and knew that he had paved the way for Yang Feilong, he would probably be so angry that he would come back to life.
"Feilong brother, take me!" Mia said emotionally.
"Here?" Yang Feilong hesitated. Although the bedding, covers, and sheets here were new, this was a haunted house. He wasn't afraid of ghosts, and doing this was quite thrilling, but he worried that Mia might have some lingering trauma.
"Don't you feel that I look beautiful in my wedding dress? And you're wearing a suit that a groom would only wear on his wedding day. Why don't we treat this wedding ghost house as our wedding hall for our first time? Isn't that beautiful and incredibly exciting?" Mia's fair, slender legs wrapped around Yang Feilong's legs, her eyes filled with a mesmerizing charm, making her incomparably beautiful.
"I'm afraid you might regret it," Yang Feilong spoke his true feelings.
"As long as it's Feilong brother, I will never regret it! And, I believe Feilong brother won't abandon me, right?" Mia looked at Yang Feilong emotionally, her eyes full of determination.
Perhaps it was Yang Feilong's handsomeness, or his dominance, or his talent, or the excitement of him rushing to her side the moment she was in danger. In short, she now only wanted to give herself to Yang Feilong, right here, in the place where she had almost met with disaster.
"Yes, I won't abandon you," Yang Feilong took a deep breath and nodded earnestly.
"Then what are you waiting for? Feilong brother, love your Mia! Let her sing 'Conquer' for you, okay?" Mia's voice was filled with wildness.
Yang Feilong naturally wouldn't wait for the beauty to make the first move. As a cry rang out, the wedding ghost house inexplicably became more festive, as if the dark clouds had been blown away, revealing bright sunshine.
Mia sang "Conquer," again and again.