Ghost Catching System

This Sword Star Lord is not weak either. Over the years, because of absorbing the power of devoted faith, his strength has rapidly advanced and reached the Monarch Level.

Chu Hao drew out the Ghost-whipping Whip and said, "You’ve had it easy, haven’t you? Over the years, how many people have you helped fulfill their wishes?"

The Sword Star Lord enjoys the position of incense offering and faith absorption every day, but how many people has he helped?

The Sword Star Lord was very displeased and said, "What does it matter to you? Who exactly are you? I’m in a good mood today, so get out quickly."

In truth, facing the young man in front of him, the Sword Star Lord felt a little guilty; something seemed off to him.

Chu Hao swung the Ghost-whipping Whip.

The Sword Star Lord sneered coldly, thinking he could easily dodge this weak strike.

But then, the Sword Star Lord was dumbfounded; despite his efforts to avoid the whip’s lash, he couldn’t evade it.

The whip slapped across his face.

"Ah!!"

A terrible, anguished scream erupted.

"So painful, so painful."

The Sword Star Lord clutched his face and screamed in agony, leaving those around shocked.

"Why does this feel so familiar?" The Sword Star Lord wailed in pain.

Chu Hao wore a cold expression as he lashed again; the Sword Star Lord cried out in pain.

After four or five consecutive lashes, the Sword Star Lord was nearly whipped to death. Chu Hao wanted to keep going but suddenly came to his senses, looking stunned.

Moments ago, he had been possessed, wanting to whip the Sword Star Lord to death.

The demonic nature of the Knocking Demon Sword—could it have already merged into his consciousness?

Chu Hao cursed silently.

"Holy Master, stop!" The Sword Star Lord screamed.

The Sword Star Lord, if asked what he remembered most profoundly in his life, it would certainly be the Ghost-whipping Whip. Suddenly being whipped repeatedly, he instinctively cried out for the Holy Master.

The Sword Star Lord came back to his senses, trembling in pain, and asked, "Why did I say ’Holy Master’? Are you the Holy Master?"

The Sword Star Lord seemed to forget his pain and exclaimed, "How can you be the Saint Heavenly Master? The Saint Heavenly Master has never shown their face. The statue in the Saint Master Hall is just imagined."

Chu Hao put away the Ghost-whipping Whip and said, "I am the Saint Heavenly Master."

The Sword Star Lord’s face was full of bewilderment.

Everyone in the hall fled, leaving only Chu Hao and the Sword Star Lord.

Chu Hao explained the reason.

The Sword Star Lord exclaimed, "Secret Shadow Ghost Curse, such a terrifying curse. It erases all related memories of that person?"

Chu Hao said strangely, "Then how do you think you left the Yin Cao Netherworld?"

The Sword Star Lord’s face was full of shock, saying, "In my memory, there was a very powerful mysterious person who caused chaos in the Yin Cao Netherworld and then brought me out."

This is the power of the Secret Shadow Ghost Curse.

All those who experienced it can’t remember what he looked like, or even his name.

Chu Hao asked, "In these seven years, has the Ghost Ancestor appeared?"

The Sword Star Lord hurriedly shook his head and said, "He hasn’t."

Chu Hao frowned; the Sword Star Lord didn’t seem to be lying.

The Sword Star Lord was still a bit unbelieving and asked, "How can you prove you are the Holy Master?"

Chu Hao took out the Ghost Heart.

The Sword Star Lord immediately believed because it was his Ghost Heart.

The Sword Star Lord was startled, and quickly his eyes filled with tears, saying, "Holy Master, you finally returned. Oh, how I’ve missed you."

Chu Hao squinted and said, "You wish me dead."

The Sword Star Lord said quickly, "How could that be? If not for you, I wouldn’t be here accepting incense offerings and worship. I’m your most loyal follower."

Chu Hao corrected him, saying, "Pet."

"Ding... The host successfully mocked and gained 40,000 Pretentiousness Points."

The Sword Star Lord almost spat out blood.

He had forgotten who Chu Hao was, but now he couldn’t afford to provoke this young man, as his Ghost Heart was in Chu Hao’s hands.

Chu Hao asked, "In these seven years, has everything been peaceful?"

The Sword Star Lord said, "Not entirely; some Evil Spirits and Demons wanted to infringe upon the Saint Master Hall, but each time they approached, the statue of the Saint Master would emit a light and kill those with malicious intent."

The Eight Desolations Nine Dragons Seal, small ghosts naturally couldn’t withstand it.

Chu Hao asked, "What about those Fierce Ghosts from the Ancient Taoist Civilization?"

The Sword Star Lord hurriedly said, "They naturally wouldn’t dare to offend you; they don’t even dare to approach the Saint Master Hall."

It seems that the power of the Eight Desolations Nine Dragons Seal is significant.

The Sword Star Lord suddenly said, "However, recently there have been quite a few ghostly outsiders, supposedly from outside, specifically hunting some Yin-Yang Practitioners."

Ghostly outsiders?

"What’s going on? Explain clearly," Chu Hao said.

The Sword Star Lord felt a bit embarrassed and said, "I’ve been in the Saint Master Hall these years without leaving."

Chu Hao snorted coldly, and the Sword Star Lord trembled and dared not speak.

Chu Hao left the Saint Master Hall; the Sword Star Lord didn’t want to leave, cherishing his life and staying away from Chu Hao.

However, Chu Hao’s words made him tremble.

"Go find information on the Ghost Ancestor; if you don’t, your Ghost Heart will be crushed. You have three days."

The Sword Star Lord was dumbfounded, and without a word, he left the Saint Master Hall to search for the whereabouts of the Ghost Ancestor.

After leaving the Saint Master Hall, Chu Hao arrived at the villa in the depths of Hongyun.

The villa’s doors were tightly closed; he entered the villa, and the coffee table inside was very clean, as if someone was still living here.

"Who are you?"

A cold voice appeared behind Chu Hao.

Chu Hao turned around and saw a man, looking grim, with ordinary features, but his eyes seemed like two campfires, vigorous and bright.

"Ah-Hui," Chu Hao sighed.

Seven years had passed, and the young Ah-Hui had matured.

Ah-Hui’s expression remained cold as he said, "You know my name; who exactly are you?"

Ah-Hui held a dagger, emitting a chilling aura, with inscriptions on it, evidently a Cursed Instrument.

Chu Hao smiled faintly and said, "Attack me and let’s see how much your strength has grown."

Ah-Hui snorted coldly and instantly charged, his speed extremely fast, like a leopard pouncing to kill, his dagger slashing down.

Chu Hao easily dodged.

But then, the dagger released a cold wave; Chu Hao instantly felt the surrounding air become extremely frigid.

A layer of Cold Ice covered him; it was chillingly terrifying. If an ordinary person or Fierce Ghost were in this situation, they’d likely have turned to frost by now.

Chu Hao dodged out of the dagger’s range, and Ah-Hui attacked again.

Chu Hao reached out and grabbed his wrist.

But Ah-Hui reacted swiftly, kicking upward with his right foot, a hidden weapon aimed to attack Chu Hao’s lower body.

Chu Hao caught it and scolded, "You brat, that’s too much, trying to make me lose everything?"

Chu Hao lifted his leg and kicked Ah-Hui flying, sending him crashing into the wall, laughing, "Is this all you’ve got?"

Ah-Hui wiped the blood from his mouth, and the talisman on the dagger flickered briefly, revealing a tall Ghost, which said coldly, "Ah-Hui, be careful. I can’t sense any Yang Energy from him."

Ah-Hui was surprised; his Ghost General was Monarch Level, yet it couldn’t detect any Yang Energy from Chu Hao.

Chu Hao laughed and said, "A Monarch Level Ghost General! Seven years have passed, and you’ve truly improved, all thanks to Fang Han’s teachings."

Ah-Hui’s face darkened as he said, "You know my master; who exactly are you?"