Unsheathed

Cui Dongshan reached over and placed a hand on the beautiful skeletal ghost's shoulder, causing her to feel as if she had been struck by lightning. A boundless murderous aura erupted from her yin body, and her expression also became twisted as her hair billowed wildly in the air. Cui Dongshan paid no heed to this, and he simply raised his hand and slowly lifted her a foot off the ground. He then tightened his grip, lifting her another foot into the air.

However, Cui Dongshan didn't stop there, and he lifted Shi Rou higher for the third time, causing her bones to instantly become loose. It was as if she had been transformed into a sack of broken flesh with no bones. She was like a puppet being forcefully raised into the air so that she wouldn't collapse into a heap on the floor.

Cui Dongshan released his grip, yet Shi Rou remained hanging in mid-air, with her soul trembling in unrest. Wisps of innate murderous aura flowed out from all of the orifices on her face, similar to how people might sometimes bleed after suffering severe wounds. Shi Rou opened her mouth wide as if screaming in agony, yet not a single sound was made.

Cui Dongshan walked around her a single time. He hadn't raised her higher into the air three times for no reason. He had used the measuring technique of fortune tellers the first time, and this had allowed him to measure the bone qi of the female ghost.

He had used the so-called growth-acceleration technique of ancient shamans the second time, and he had then used an even more secretive technique the third time, one that he himself had improved. This final technique was derived from a mystical reading ability that Confucian sages had created, similar to the Eight Direction Attack Reading Technique. At a minimum, one needed to be the mountain master of a Confucian academy to master this technique.

Apart from owning a myriad of immortal treasures, Cui Dongshan had also mastered a huge number of secret techniques, so many that he would rank among the top few people in the Majestic World.

Cui Dongshan stole a glance at Chen Ping'an, only to find that his master was completely unfazed.

By the looks of it, Chen Ping'an was no longer that impoverished young boy wearing straw sandals. He was no longer as naive as before.

Cui Dongshan pushed aside these thoughts and took out a lesser heat coin, flicking it toward Shi Rou's glabella. The beautiful skeletal ghost collapsed to the floor, and her shoulders started to tremble as she used her bony hands to support her body. She couldn't even raise her head anymore, and it was clear that she had suffered immensely at the hands of Cui Dongshan.

Fortunately, the lesser heat coin that had melted into pure spiritual energy in mid-air could slightly lessen the agonizing pain that was torturing the depths of Shi Rou's soul.

"How is it?" Chen Ping'an asked.