Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld

Plus, with the lack of complete magical inheritance, ghosts are even harder to see.

The talk of ghosts is mostly rumor.

But now,

we actually encounter an Underworld Soul that can reveal itself to people.

Such an anomaly is likely related to the unique environment here and the place where Yu Mancang’s body was buried upon his death.

Yu Mancang remained silent.

"Enough!"

Fang Zheng shook his head:

"I see the strong resentment in you, my brother. Were you wronged by someone, seeking revenge by possessing Hou Qiyu just now?"

"That’s right!"

Yu Mancang’s face twisted in rage, wisps of black energy emerging from him as he ground his teeth and said furiously:

"I want revenge!"

"That day, I was out delivering goods when a young man in a sports car hit me. I was still alive then. I clearly remember what happened next."

He clenched his fists and roared loudly:

"I was lying on the ground calling for help. That man clearly heard but didn’t call for an ambulance. Instead, he dragged me to the mountains and disposed of my body..."

"Ha!"

"Do you know what that feels like?"

"My daughter had just gotten into university. My wife was waiting for me at home. I could have been saved, but I was left to die in the mountains!"

"In those hours before I died, do you know what I went through?"

"Ah!"

Yu Mancang let out a long, skyward howl, his Ghost Body contorted:

"I want revenge!"

"I also want... to see my wife and child."

He softened as he spoke, a gentle light appearing in his eyes.

"Brother Yu."

Fang Zheng sighed, saying:

"Without a soul foundation, lacking a physical body as support, even if you manage to survive by luck, you’ll eventually be consumed by your own resentment."

"At that point, you will transform into a mindless Resentful Soul."

"So what if I become a Resentful Soul?" Yu Mancang glared:

"Even if I turn into a Resentful Soul, I’ll make sure the person who killed me dies miserably!"

"What about your family?"

Fang Zheng explained:

"Once you become a Resentful Soul, you will completely lose your reason, only knowing to devour the living’s Primordial Energy, and your first targets will be those familiar to you in life."

"Which means..."

"You will first harm your own wife and child."

Hearing this, Yu Mancang’s Ghost Body wavered, and he looked visibly panicked.

"The paths of the living and the dead are different."

Fang Zheng spoke:

"Brother Yu, let go of your obsession!"

"..." Yu Mancang gazed blankly, asking:

"Could it really be that I have to let the one who killed me walk free? I... I really want to see my family, I don’t even know my daughter’s exam results, I haven’t seen her acceptance letter..."

"There are so many things I haven’t done, and I feel I’ve let them down..."

"Sob sob..."

He, a grown man, a mere Underworld Soul, couldn’t help but cry out loud uncontrollably, Yin Energy on his body rolling like boiling water.

Seeing this, Fang Zheng couldn’t help but feel a ripple of emotion, and after some contemplation, he said:

"Meeting is a kind of fate. I have a way to temporarily preserve your soul. Once I resolve my current matters, I can take you back to see your family."

"But when it’s all over, Brother Yu, you must disperse on your own. Are you willing?"

"Ah!"

Yu Mancang looked up, his face showing immense joy, and hurriedly said:

"I am willing, I am willing!"

"Very well." Fang Zheng did not hesitate, retrieving the Yin Soul Wood he had obtained earlier from the Qiankun Bag, forming a Finger Technique, and lightly pointing towards Yu Mancang:

"Soul, come quickly!"

"Release!"

As the magic was enacted, Yu Mancang’s Ghost Body trembled lightly before turning into a wisp of blue smoke and entering the Yin Soul Wood.

The Yin Soul Wood has the ability to nourish souls, ensuring that even if it leaves this place, the Soul Body remains intact and won’t disperse in a short time.

Moreover,

if Fang Zheng wished, he could refine the Yin Soul Wood into a Magical Artifact, allowing it to house ghosts, but he had no interest in that.

Nurturing ghosts is not only exhausting and worrisome but might also backfire. Even rare Magical Artifacts like the Five Ghosts’ Pouch require periodic rituals.

Using an ordinary Magical Artifact to nurture ghosts would only harm oneself.

Not to mention here...

Even in the Otherworld, warlocks and mages adept at ghost nurturing are often neither human nor ghost, shunned by the righteous path.

"Daoist."

On the road,

Yu Mancang curiously asked:

"Out of the three just now, who will end up as a couple?"

"Gu Qian and Liu Wei."

"Them?"

"Gu Qian may lean more towards Monkey, but Monkey is introverted and shy. If he doesn’t take initiative, he will surely lose out."

Fang Zheng said:

"Character shapes destiny, divination only deduces. This statement is undeniably true."

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The Ghost Market is a tradition from the previous dynasty.

Selling all sorts of shady items at midnight, but today, with crackdowns on tax evasion, it’s gradually being banned.

However,

The market still opens in the early morning, according to antique trade practices.

Hai Province Wuliu Street.

The largest local antique trading market.

Around four o’clock in the morning.

Dong Lin, dressed in a fitted business suit and high heels, sat down at the breakfast stall.

She had a good sense of fashion. Although her business attire wasn’t expensive, the fit, shoulder line, fabric, and craftsmanship were all quite impressive.

The color scheme and style suited her well.

Wearing it, there was no trace of cheapness.

"Mr. Fang."

"Please sit."

She gestured with her hand, once again sizing up the man dressed as a Daoist sitting across from her.

Not particularly handsome, but quite pleasing to the eye.

Especially those eyes—clear, deep, as if hiding countless secrets, making one want to take a few more glances.

"I don’t earn much."

Dong Lin broke open a disposable pair of chopsticks and smiled:

"Don’t be disdainful."

"I won’t."

Fang Zheng sat down opposite her.

This was a breakfast stall set up in front of a shop along the street. The tables and stools were shiny with oil, having been used for who knew how many years.

Two bowls of porridge, two tea eggs, and a few buns made up their breakfast.

The bowl was casually rinsed with water, but fortunately, there was a layer of plastic bag lining the bowl, making the porridge relatively cleaner.

Eating porridge from a bag was a bit inconvenient.

Dong Lin stirred the porridge with her chopsticks, gently tearing a piece from a bun with elegance despite the simple food.

"Dig in!"

She smiled:

"Their tea eggs here are quite tasty. I always get one whenever I come."

"Really?" Fang Zheng peeled a tea egg:

"Then I must try it."

"Mr. Fang, are you really a Daoist?" Dong Lin asked curiously:

"How do Daoists make a living?"

"Hmm..." Fang Zheng took a bite of the tea egg, swallowed it with porridge, and said:

"Registered Daoists usually live in a Daoist Temple and receive local government subsidies, along with income from pilgrims offering incense and tourism."

"Plus, with low expenses, living isn’t a problem."

"But I’m a bit different."

He smiled:

"I run a few companies."

"Hmm?"

Dong Lin had a perplexed expression.

A Daoist running companies?

"So..."

"Mr. Fang must be quite wealthy?"

"Sort of." Fang Zheng nodded:

"My friends manage the business affairs. I just take a share of the profits, so I have time to wander around."

"I see!"

Dong Lin nodded.

Her mother was from Jia Family Village, and she worked in the Antique Market on Wuliu Street as a salesperson.

Elder Jia heard that Fang Zheng was coming to Wuliu Street to find someone, so he inquired around and eventually found her working there, even calling her to treat Fang Zheng well.

He said,

Master Fang was a truly talented and eccentric person!

Dong Lin naturally scoffed at this, but she couldn’t ignore the face her family had given her, and Fang Zheng also left a good impression on her.

"Who are you looking for, Mr. Fang?"

"A person named Lv Qigong." Fang Zheng replied.

"Lv Qigong?" Dong Lin squinted:

"Elder Lv from Mundane Hall!"

"He’s not someone you can just meet. He retired from the antique business a long time ago and now who knows where he is enjoying his retirement around the world."

"It’s okay." Fang Zheng said:

"As long as I find a way to contact him, I’m not in a rush."

"That’s not a problem." Dong Lin nodded:

"I’ll ask my boss..."

"Oh!"

She remembered something and said:

"Juqi Studio is holding a large trade fair these days, Elder Lv might be present. But we don’t have the credentials to enter."

"Oh!"

Fang Zheng looked up:

"How can we get in?"

"You need to know how to appraise antiques." Dong Lin pursed her lips:

"Elder Song from Juqi Studio has placed over a hundred antiques at the entrance, and among them, seven are genuine. As long as you can select one of the authentic ones, you can enter."

"Hmm..."

"And you need to pay three hundred thousand to buy that item."

"If it’s genuinely purchased, it wouldn’t be a loss and might even be a bargain, but if it’s a fake, then the three hundred thousand would just be an entrance fee."

"Interesting." Fang Zheng smiled:

"So, even if you pick a fake, you can still get in?"

"Yes."

Dong Lin nodded, her expression slightly changing:

"A three hundred thousand entrance fee is not something anyone can afford, Boss Fang... better think carefully."

"There are many ways to contact Elder Lv."

"I’ll choose this one."

Fang Zheng said:

"It’s a good opportunity to see the experts in the antique business."

"Rest assured!"

Seeing Dong Lin’s worried face, he smiled calmly:

"I’m somewhat knowledgeable about antique appraisal. Perhaps not in other aspects, but I have some confidence in identifying the age of antiquities."

Magic can be said to be a cheat in antique appraisal.