Who Let Him Cultivate?!

Meng Jingzhou flipped open a tiger skin. The tiger skin was ancient, seeming to have a history of over a hundred years. However, it was well-preserved, its dense, tiny characters all clearly legible. Lu Yang and Man Gu curiously stretched their necks to look, but they didn’t recognize the script.

“This is demon text, the internal script of the Demon race,” Meng Jingzhou explained. As it happened, he could read it.

The Fox Clan was innately lascivious and such traits manifested in their written language. They often penned indecent books. If anyone engaged in certain indescribable acts with these books, the author could harvest a shred of Yang Qi.

As a result, most of the questionable literature commonly circulated in the markets of Central Continent was authored by the Fox Clan. Despite the authorities’ frequent campaigns—propagating their dangers and periodically arranging for book burnings—these books persisted, proliferating on the black market.

Younger, Meng Jingzhou was quite infatuated with these books, though at the time, he didn’t know what these indescribable things were. He just thought the books were interesting.

He learned demon text specifically to read them in the original.

“You’re so eager to learn?” Lu Yang and Man Gu were surprised. Cultivation could enhance one’s memory, making language learning not too time- consuming.

However, the astonishing thing was that Meng Jingzhou learned the demon text before he began cultivating.

Meng Jingzhou had no desire to explain and merely stated that he had some interest in the culture of the Demon Race.

Man Gu was convinced that Brother Meng was as admirable as ever—studying hard without boasting, with humble behavior and noble character. He was worth learning from.

” What is written on the tiger skin?”

“Let me see…ghost objects… Yin avoids Yang…It’s about using the ghost servant technique,” Meng Jingzhou said.

Meng Jingzhou quickly skim-read it. After making some rough calculations in his mind, he quickly inferred the function of the manual.

“The old hunter must have been created using this method.”

“The creation of ghost objects also has requirements. The Cultivation Level must differ by two major realms, except in the case of ordinary people—those above the Qi Refinement Level can refine the souls of ordinary people.”

The ghost servant technique is somewhat useless. Ghouls can only be made from individuals at least two realms below the user. Even after refining a ghost servant, what – would you send them to fight the enemy?

Take the earlier battle with the Tiger Demon for instance. If a ghost servant had appeared, its effect would likely have been less than that of cannon fodder. It would have posed no real threat.

“Do you want me to translate everything? This doesn’t seem to have any race restrictions, so it can be practiced by the human race. However, it appears that Tiger Demons have the best results,” Meng Jingzhou said.

Man Gu was about to say it would be pointless to learn this, but heard Lu Yang analyzing, “Since we’re joining a demonic sect, we can’t be without any Demon Path techniques. This ghost servant technique perfectly suits our front. There are already prepared ghouls in the hunter’s residence. Translate the ghost servant technique written on this tiger skin, and we, three, will learn it together.”

The original plan was to eliminate the remaining ghouls, but now the situation had changed. It wasn’t too late to banish the souls after using the ghouls.

According to the Tiger Demon, the ghouls offered themselves after death, turned evil, and caused harm to travelers.

They all deserved to die.

“Alright,” Meng Jingzhou agreed without hesitating. He spread paper and ground some ink. His brush moved like dragons and snakes. He quickly wrote down the ghost servant technique.

“I won’t cultivate this technique. I have Pure Yang Spirit Root. To a ghost, I’m like the sun to snow—it will quickly dissipate. I can’t practice this Pure Yin-based magic skill.”

Lu Yang and Man Gu didn’t say anything further and began practicing together.

Before long, a sinister wind rose in the cave, accompanied by the faint wailing of ghostly apparitions. It brought with it an endless chill that cut to the marrow.

Lu Yang felt lighter. His feet left the ground, and he was floating in mid-air, like a ghost.

His mind was more awake than ever. Every sense heightened. He could pick up any minute detail around him. He felt like Meng Jingzhou was a fiercely burning fire, unbearably blazing!

“Hmm? What’s happening?” Lu Yang was puzzled. He looked down and discovered that his body was seated as usual on the ground.

“No, it’s not that I’ve learned to fly, it’s that my soul has left my body!”

Seeing something wrong with Lu Yang, Meng Jingzhou exclaimed in horror, “Only those who are at the Nascent Soul Stage can have their Yin Soul out of the Body and roam thousands of miles. How could your soul have left your body now?”

“Hurry back! You’re only at the Foundation Establishment Stage and haven’t yet cultivated to the Soul phase. Souls are easily damaged. Once they’re damaged, they’re hard to repair!”

Lu Yang also realized the problem. He recited the charm for controlling his ghost servant, restoring his soul to normal.

“How did you do that?” Meng Jingzhou had never heard of anyone at the Foundation Establishment Stage daring enough to let their Yin Soul leave the body.

There was simply no such magic skill.

Lu Yang was equally puzzled: “I just practiced according to the ghost controlling technique you wrote. I completely understood it and found no problem, so I tried it and ended up like this.”

Meng Jingzhou looked at Lu Yang with a strange expression, “Are you saying that you are treating your own soul as a ghost servant and controlling yourself?”

He had never heard of this kind of practice. However, based on the current situation, it was the only explanation.

Lu Yang thought for a while but could not come up with any other possibilities.

Lu Yang asked Meng Jingzhou to move farther away from him and tried it several times. The result was always the same – his Yin Soul left his body.” “What is up with my talent in magic skills?”

Both of them were at a loss and had no choice but to wait for Man Gu to wake up and ask if his situation was the same as Lu Yang’s.

When Man Gu woke up and saw Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou looking at him expectantly, he was baffled.

“Did you learn the ghost controlling technique?”

“I have some insights and should be able to control eight ordinary souls.”

“Can you control yourself and make your Yin Soul leave the body?” Lu Yang looked at Man Gu expectantly, hoping Man Gu would affirm it. This could prove he hadn’t deviated in his cultivation.

Man Gu looked even more confused: “How is this possible? The magic skill is for controlling ghost servants, can it also be used to treat one’s own soul as a ghost servant?”

Meng Jingzhou glanced at Lu Yang and narrated how Lu Yang had learned the technique, which greatly impressed Man Gu.

Brother Lu was quick-witted, had extremely high talent in magic skills, and was unparalleled. Brother Meng was talented and knowledgeable.

On this journey, he had learned many things that were just like what the sage had said.

How did the sage put it?

Ah right, the sage said: “Among three people walking, I will find a teacher.”

“We should go find the Ghoul.” Since there wasn’t anything of value worth looting in the cave, Meng Jingzhou called for everyone to leave.

“You guys go first. I’ll catch up after taking care of some things.” Lu Yang told Meng Jingzhou and Man Gu to leave first.

Without thinking too much about it, Meng Jingzhou and Man Gu left the tiger cave.

After making sure they were gone, Lu Yang’s smile faded, his face gradually becoming calm.

He walked deeper into the cave and discovered bones piled up like a small mountain. He sighed lightly.

“So it’s here.”

When Lu Yang saw various items, he guessed that the Tiger Demon would never throw the bones outside after eating humans. That would easily expose it. The safest thing would be to leave the remains in the cave.

Reality proved his guess.

These poor people, from different places, who passed by Song Mountain for various reasons and ended up being tricked and eaten, their final resting place was this small cave.

Lu Yang said nothing more. His Green Peak Sword could cut through steel like it was mud, easily slicing a large piece of rock off the cave wall.

He flattened the rock, silently recited a death prayer for these pathetic people, and erected a gravestone. He stood silent for a moment, apparently lost in thought, then turned and left.

“Sorry for the wait, let’s go.” Lu Yang called to his two companions to leave this unpleasant place.