I Have A Dual World Seal

"How did you run into it?"

"Three afternoons ago, right after Yuan Zheng left, a group of common folk came up the mountain, saying there was something strange in the woods outside the town: a manor would appear at night, but when they went to check during the day, there was nothing at all."

Master Yue Chen said, "I saw they were stained with Yin Qi—clearly some Ghost was making trouble—so I went back with them. I didn’t expect to arrive just in time to catch that Ghost getting ready to pull up its manor and leave."

"Pull up its manor and leave?" Master Qing Song asked.

Master Yue Chen nodded. "That manor wasn’t a Spell illusion; it was a real Ghost Manor. And it didn’t look like that Ghost intended to stay here long.

But since he wanted to leave, I couldn’t just let him walk away.

In merely seven or eight days, every commoner who’d gone into those woods had Yin Qi on them. That Yin Qi was bizarre and sinister—if a mortal got stained by it, at best they’d fall gravely ill, at worst they’d die on the spot.

How could I let him go on wreaking havoc in the mortal world? I wanted to take him down—at the very least, to grievously wound him and drive him back to the Netherworld."

Speaking of this, Master Yue Chen couldn’t help sighing. "I didn’t expect that Ghost to be so formidable. I wasn’t his match. Though I did injure him, I took the heavier wounds. Leaving him behind was out of the question."

Master Qing Song nodded. "Your opponent’s Cultivation isn’t weak, and his Ghost Qi is quite pure. Come, let’s see if he’s gone or not, and whether we can still catch up."

After returning to Shaotong Mountain, Master Yue Chen had taken a Healing Elixir. Just now, Master Qing Song had also run Innate Cloud Qi through his body, completely dispersing the residual Ghost Qi. By this time, he was already more or less seventy to eighty percent recovered.

"All right!"

Master Yue Chen nodded, then instructed Yuan Jing and the others to guard the place. He himself rose into the clouds together with Master Qing Song, heading straight for their destination.

When they reached their destination—the woods by the town—the manor was nowhere to be seen.

However, Master Qing Song reached out into thin air and clawed up a clump of Yin Qi from underground.

"Profound Yin Qi—Yin Qi merging into the Earth Vein, sensing the Four Directions." Master Qing Song said calmly.

"What’s he trying to do?" Master Yue Chen couldn’t help asking.

"Treasure-seeking." Master Qing Song shook his head. "But this method can only sense Treasures in the hands of those with weak Cultivation. If the owner is even a bit stronger, he’s helpless. I’ve no idea what he was thinking."

Master Yue Chen thought for a moment. "Maybe he’s certain that the Treasure he wants to find is precisely in the hands of someone weak in Cultivation?"

Master Qing Song shook his head, not intending to keep guessing. "We’ll just go ask him."

His hand moved through a Seal Technique, and the Qi Observation Technique unfolded in his hands, manifesting an entirely different level of mastery.

White clouds drifted lazily, unwinding like silk from a cocoon, and very soon they had determined the direction in which the other party had left.

High in the air, Si Lingxi said coolly, "Of course, he hasn’t gone far."

No matter how powerful the Qi Observation Technique was, it could only discern direction and approximate distance within a certain range.

Bringing Master Yue Chen along, Master Qing Song rode clouds and drove mist all the way. Very soon, just a hundred li away, outside another town, they found a patch of woodland shrouded in mist.

In the mist above the woods, there was a faint trace of Yin Qi, which was seeping into the townsfolk passing through the woods, and even those at the forest’s edge.

Yet it wasn’t that the owner of this manor was deliberately Casting to harm people; it was mainly that his Dao Practice was limited, and he couldn’t control the scope of his Spells when Casting.

Of course, he didn’t care about these mortals’ lives either.

As for why he wasn’t Casting in some remote, uninhabited place... it was because the person he was looking for wasn’t in some deserted area.

"Found him."

Master Qing Song nodded, reached out, and a White Cloud Hand Seal formed out of nowhere, dropping straight into the woods.

As the White Cloud Hand pressed down, the mist blanketing the forest canopy was squeezed aside, and a small manor appeared among the trees.

"Daoist bull, I didn’t chase you down, and now you think you’re hot stuff again?"

A furious shout rang out from inside the manor. "Since that’s how it is, this time I’ll just... huh?"

Clearly, he’d realized that the master of this White Cloud Hand Seal was not the same Daoist he’d dealt with two days before.

"Big brother, save me!"

The next instant, a Ghostly hand suddenly appeared above the manor, fingers curled into a claw, striking upward. It collided with Master Qing Song’s White Cloud Hand Seal, and both were annihilated together.

"Oh?"

Master Qing Song’s eyes narrowed, but the corner of his mouth hooked into a faint smile. "Old Ghost Jin, how come you’ve come out of the Netherworld as well?"

"I just came out and ran into you—what rotten luck."

A voice rang out, laced with the harsh screech of Gold and Iron scraping together. "What are you doing in Lingbei Dao?"

"If you can come to the mortal world, why can’t I come to Lingbei Dao?" Master Qing Song shook his head. "I used to think you were one of the few in the Profound Yin Lineage who’d actually made something of himself. I didn’t expect you to be coveting those two Treasures as well."

"Those are the supreme Treasures of my Profound Yin Mountain lineage. By rights, they should be in my hand."

The one speaking was the last formidable Ghost of the Profound Yin Mountain line—Venerable Jin Jue.

"As I recall, when the Profound Yin Divine Monarch attained Ascension, he didn’t pass those two Treasures on to you." Master Qing Song said in a teasing tone.

"But my little senior brother and little junior sister are dead. That means the things are mine." Venerable Jin Jue said. "Little Daoist Qing Song, I didn’t come to the mortal world looking to take lives. Step aside and don’t meddle. Once I find that Little Ghost who slipped away in the chaos, I’ll naturally return to the Netherworld."

"You’re already wounded. If I let you wander around the mortal world any longer, who knows how many common folk you’ll harm."

Master Qing Song’s eyes hardened. "Old Ghost Jin, take this fellow of yours—whether he’s your subordinate or your junior—and return to the Netherworld at once. If I catch you entering the mortal world again, don’t blame me for taking action."

"In your dreams!"

Venerable Jin Jue barked. "I’ve already found a lead on that Little Ghost. If I return to the Netherworld now, I’d be making an enemy of you!

Qing Song, do you really want to stand against me?"

Master Qing Song’s fingers twitched, and he pinched out a Seal Technique in an instant.

The next moment, endless Innate Cloud Qi arose out of nowhere, enveloping the entire forest.

He was, quite literally, doing away with the chatter and striking first.

At the same time, every commoner still in or around the forest felt their vision blur—and then suddenly found themselves outside the trees.

When they looked back, they saw that the familiar woods were suddenly shrouded in cloud and mist, vague and indistinct, becoming utterly strange.

The townsfolk were all stunned, scared nearly out of their wits. One by one, they scrambled away from the forest, tumbling head over heels in their haste to flee home to the town.

High in the air, Yang Caiyi blinked and asked, a bit puzzled, "Why is that Ghost butting heads with Master Qing Song? For him, traveling between the mortal world and the Netherworld isn’t that hard, right?

He could have just agreed to Master Qing Song, gone back to the Netherworld, then come out again somewhere else later. No need to engage in Magical Combat with Master Qing Song—he probably can’t beat him anyway, can he?"

Si Lingxi patted Yang Caiyi’s little head and said calmly, "For people who’ve Cultivated to their level, Cultivation is Cultivating the heart. Facing opponents of the same realm, they can’t go back on their word. Doing that would only invite ridicule—and after that, they might as well never show their faces again."

Yang Caiyi nodded, half understanding and half not.

Lu Zheng rubbed his chin and nodded with an air of profundity, thinking that it was fortunate Yang Caiyi had blurted the question out first.