Ghost Catching System

A terrifying Ghost face pierced through the mist and stared down at Chu Hao below. Half of its face was dripping blood, its eyes were dead-fish white, and its mouth was full of sharp fangs.

This was an Asura Level Evil Ghost, its power absolutely formidable.

Chu Hao said calmly, "If I kill you, I should be able to clear this stage, right?"

The Asura Evil Ghost grinned ferociously and said, "Yin-Yang Practitioner, you’re quite confident. The Yin-Yang Practitioners who’ve died by this King’s hand number at least dozens if not a hundred. You’re just looking for death."

Chu Hao said, "Villains die from talking too much. How do you want to die?"

"Courting death."

The two sides clashed. Chu Hao moved rapidly through the mist, turning into lightning and streaking through the fog, so fast even the Asura Evil Ghost couldn’t keep up.

In the blink of an eye, Chu Hao appeared in front of the Evil Ghost. Yin Yang Force gathered in his palm; he didn’t even need to chant. A Suppression of Evil Talisman appeared in his palm.

The most basic Talisman Technique erupted with the greatest power.

"Boom."

With one palm strike, the Asura Evil Ghost let out a miserable scream, one of its eyes blasted apart.

The Asura Evil Ghost flew into a rage. It opened its bloody maw, as if swallowing the heavens, and swallowed Chu Hao whole.

The Asura Evil Ghost grinned viciously and said, "Now that I’ve swallowed you, even a Yin and Yang Grand Master can’t save you."

Suddenly, the Asura Evil Ghost’s expression changed. Inside its massive body, Chu Hao was crazily blasting apart its Ghost Body.

"Damn it, this brat’s Yang Qi is so immense, I can’t suppress him."

"Ghost Curse, Soul Lock."

Inside the Asura Evil Ghost, the power of the Ghost Curse tried to suppress him. Chu Hao kept throwing punches, shattering these Ghost Curses, smashing through them like rotten wood, not letting them get close.

The Asura Evil Ghost grew anxious; this brat was too hard to kill.

"What do you take my Ghost Body for?"

"Ghost Technique, Shrinking Soul Technique."

The Asura Evil Ghost’s body stopped moving, and very soon it was shrouded by the mist and vanished.

Inside the Asura Evil Ghost’s body, several Ghost Hands grabbed toward him, seizing Chu Hao’s hands and feet. A Ghost’s face appeared in front of him.

The Asura Evil Ghost said angrily, "Brat, don’t get cocky."

Chu Hao sneered. The Qiankun Curse Body erupted, terrifying blood energy scorching the Ghost Hands that held him.

Chu Hao said blandly, "Asura Evil Ghost, it’s not like I haven’t killed one before."

The two sides battled inside the massive Ghost Body.

At this time, the students had all arrived at the final checkpoint. Seeing the Stele of the final stage, everyone grew nervous.

It was said that in this last stage, there was an Asura Evil Ghost, and that was something no King-level Evil Spirit could compare to.

"It’s so quiet." a White-robed Student said.

There was no danger at all, everything empty and desolate.

A Red-robed Student said excitedly, "The end of the stage is right ahead."

"Great, once we pass this stage, we’ll qualify for assessment as Blue-Robed Students."

"Don’t you think this is all too weird? We actually cleared everything this smoothly?" Lan Ruo couldn’t help saying.

The Red-robed girl next to her said excitedly, "Who cares, anyway it’s the Sacred Land’s mistake, not ours."

"True."

The Beidou Hall’s exit point.

An old man was watering flowers and tending grass, very leisurely. It had been some time, since no student had managed to clear the stage.

Suddenly, the old man looked toward the front of Beidou Hall. There came the scattered sound of footsteps.

The old man put down his watering bucket and smiled slightly. "Oh! Someone cleared it today? Among the Red-robed Students, that Lan Ruo is pretty good, but she shouldn’t have the ability to clear it yet. Who could it be?"

"Could it be Wang Yumu? Bai Xiaozhen? Or..."

This old man’s existence was precisely to verify who had passed Beidou Hall.

Lan Ruo walked out of the mist, and the old man’s face was full of surprise. He’d just been thinking it wouldn’t be Lan Ruo, and got slapped in the face by reality.

"This girl’s strength has improved so fast."

Lan Ruo jumped up in excitement, her snow-white long legs eye-catching, the area on her chest bouncing like jade rabbits, as she said, "Is this the finish line?"

The mist was gone here, replaced by an open field of flowers and grass, and ahead there was a great gate.

Tianshu Palace.

The entrance to the next major stage, a place only higher-ranked Blue-Robed Students could challenge.

"Little girl, congratulations..."

The old man felt gratified, but suddenly, another person appeared behind Lan Ruo, another Red-robed Student.

This Red-robed Student exclaimed, "Is this the finish line? I saw Tianshu Palace."

The old man said in surprise, "Didn’t expect two people to pass. Not bad, not bad."

More footsteps sounded, and yet another Red-robed Student appeared.

Looking at the three of them, the old man suddenly understood and smiled. "So that’s how it is. You passed together as a team. That counts as a kind of ability."

More Red-robed Students walked out, and the old man muttered, "For a team effort, the number of you must be quite large. Your cooperation is excellent."

But then, the old man froze. What was he seeing?

A Yellow-robed Student?

The old man said in astonishment, "A Yellow-robed Student passed too? This year’s dark horse, huh."

That Yellow-robed Student was a girl with baby fat, looking soft and weak. Her big eyes curiously took in everything around, and when she saw Tianshu Palace she grew very excited.

The Yellow-robed girl said excitedly, "Hello, teacher."

The old man nodded and was just about to say, you’re this year’s dark horse, keep working hard, and so on.

But before he could get the words out, someone else walked out from behind, and the old man almost bit his tongue.

A White-robed Student came out, exclaiming with joy, "Hahaha... Beidou Hall is nothing much, it was way too easy."

The old man sucked in a cold breath. How did a White-robed Student make it here too?

"You, how did you get here?" The old man no longer knew what to say, asking in utter confusion.

The White-robed Student said respectfully, "Teacher, I walked here. There are still a lot of people behind me."

"Ah! A lot of people?" The old man was dumbfounded.

After that, people kept coming out of the mist—Red-robed, White-robed, Yellow-robed.

Five.

Thirteen.

Twenty-seven.

Thirty-nine.

Over a hundred.

Over two hundred.

The old man was about to faint.

What the hell is going on?

"You, you all?" Looking at the chattering students, the old man had no idea what to say anymore.

"Something big has happened." The old man hurriedly contacted the instructors outside.

Outside, a group of instructors were waiting. There were White-clothed Masters, Yellow-clothed Masters, and Red-robed instructors, all eagerly hoping to see how far their students could go and bring them glory.

"Teacher Zhang’s students will probably be first again."

"Not necessarily. I’m optimistic about Teacher Li. She set up a new team-battle teaching system. I sat in on it; it’s impressive."

Teacher Li was a woman and a Red-robed instructor. She said, "Team-battle teaching is only theory. When it comes to actual combat, it still depends on the students themselves."

A male instructor said, "Teacher Li, you’re too modest. I want to use your system on my Yellow-robed Students."

Teacher Li smiled slightly.

At this moment, the messenger arrived and exclaimed, "Instructors, the results are out."