Is Su Hang haunted?
Chen Jiuyang frowned.
The Chen family patriarch said, "For thousands of years, the world's spiritual energy has been cut off, and no ghosts or gods have appeared. Now, with the revival of spiritual energy, ghosts have reappeared, but the methods to deal with them have been lost."
"Since ancient times, pure Yang has overcome Yin and fierce spirits. Jiuyang, if you can handle this matter, you must act."
"The fifteen families of Shu Mountain were summoned by us. Now that people have died, we must resolve this matter."
Chen Jiuyang frowned and asked, "How did those people die?"
The Chen family patriarch said, "When the fifteen families of Shu Mountain arrived in Su Hang, they had no place to stay, so they bought some old houses to live in. One of these old houses was haunted and killed several people."
Chen Jiuyang asked, "How can you be sure it was the work of ghosts?"
The Chen family patriarch said, "The Yin energy is dense. Although the methods to deal with ghosts have been lost, we martial artists are naturally Yang energy and are very sensitive to it. Moreover, the deceased were in a terrible state, beyond human capability."
"Alright, I'll go take a look." Chen Jiuyang said.
The Chen family patriarch's expression was solemn. "Be careful when you go. That place is quite sinister, and the Yin energy is very heavy. We have already cleared the area nearby, and no one dares to step in without permission."
When Chen Jiuyang went out this time, he did not call Fang Bahua again. This was because the Chen family patriarch and other Shu Mountain patriarchs had gone to see the haunting that killed people, but they could not do anything. If Fang Bahua were called, he might die on the spot.
Chen Jiuyang went out alone and headed towards an ancient residential area in Su Hang, following the information given by the Chen family patriarch.
In the era of the Pure Yang Medical Immortal, ghosts often caused trouble, but for thousands of years, there had been no such disturbances. Had this world truly undergone new changes?
Chen Jiuyang possessed the Medical Immortal's inheritance, knowing more secrets than the martial artists of the current era.
Chen Jiuyang suddenly recalled the ghost incident he encountered in Fengcheng earlier. It was also orchestrated by humans, but they used soul power, which seemed different from the power system of the current martial arts world.
He arrived in front of an ancient mansion.
Just standing before the mansion, Chen Jiuyang felt a gust of cold wind, sending shivers down his spine.
"Creak—"
The old mansion's gate, without anyone pushing it, opened automatically, as if inviting Chen Jiuyang in.
Chen Jiuyang's brow furrowed. "Such dense Yin Sha and resentment. It matches the Medical Immortal's inheritance's description of ghosts."
At the same time, a doubt flashed in his mind. The Yin Sha and resentment here were so dense, it shouldn't be like this.
Unless there was a formation, the Yin Sha and resentment would dissipate over time, scattering into the heavens and earth.
There was no formation here, yet the Yin Sha and resentment lingered without dissipating. There were only two possibilities: first, that blood sacrifices were frequently made here to maintain the Yin Sha and resentment; second, that this was the hiding place of a certain ghost.
Based on the Chen family patriarch's description, the latter was more likely, otherwise, the Shu Mountain martial artists would not have perished.
"Inviting me in?" Chen Jiuyang's eyes flashed with cold light. "Even ghosts must die before me!"
He drew his Yan Sheng Saber, and his Three Revolutions Pure Yang True Qi surged, emitting an aura of extreme Yang and purity. He slashed down several times at the mansion.
"Rumble!"
With only four or five slashes, the old mansion was reduced to rubble. In Chen Jiuyang's divine sense, the Yin Sha and resentment within the mansion were rapidly dissipating.
Nothing more than this.
Chen Jiuyang walked over the ruins of the mansion and found that it had no special features, no formations, and no Yin souls or resentful ghosts. What was the meaning of the strange scene just now?
Was it man-made or caused by resentful ghosts?
Amidst the ruins, a yellowed envelope caught Chen Jiuyang's attention.
He opened the letter, and a line of neat handwriting appeared. It was clearly written by a man.
"Brother, your reply said you were safe on the front lines, able to slay enemies and achieve merit, bringing glory to our ancestral family. You might even be made a general. Father, Mother, and I are all very pleased."
An ordinary family letter.
He continued to read.
"You have been at the front lines for five years. I am now seventeen. Father and Mother are in good health; you need not worry. Once you return with your achievements, it will be time for your wedding. Father and Mother have already arranged a marriage for you. Your sister-in-law is extremely beautiful, dignified, and virtuous, a perfect match for you."
"When I went to see my sister-in-law, I secretly saw her sister bathing. The scene was so breathtaking that I dared not even breathe loudly, only daring to admire her from the shadows. It's a pity that sister-in-law's sister is already married to someone else, otherwise, I would definitely invite a matchmaker to propose marriage. My brother and I marrying sisters would surely be a beautiful tale."
Chen Jiuyang gave a knowing smile.
Cao Cao may be dead, but the Cao clan still lives.
"I am seventeen now. My parents have celebrated my coming-of-age ceremony. My teacher has given me a courtesy name. I am already an adult. Ever since I saw sister-in-law's sister bathing that day, I have been restless every night, tossing and turning in bed. On the day of Mangzhong, I secretly left home behind my parents and went to the boatyard in the southern district. That place was truly like a celestial realm. I..."
Chen Jiuyang was reading with great interest. This page was filled with words. He took out the next page to see how this fellow described the celestial realm.
The first few words on this page were somewhat messy and had ink stains. This was really ruining the mood.
"Brother, my brother and I have grown up together since childhood, and we've done a lot of petty thievery."
As he wrote this, the ink marks were blurred by water.
"I am proud to have you as my elder brother, and our parents are honored to have you as their son. We await your triumphant return, your marriage, and the glory of our family—"
"Sister-in-law is waiting for you to return and marry her. Write back to me quickly and tell me all this is fake, that you are unparalleled in bravery, and that you are destined to be a general, not to die on the battlefield!"
The handwriting changed, becoming much steadier.
"Brother, I am thirty-one years old this year. You promised me that you would definitely return by the time of my wedding. Today is my big day, why haven't you come yet? Sister-in-law has married someone else, Father and Mother are old, hurry back!"
The handwriting changed again, becoming vigorous yet unsteady, with even typos.
"Brother, I am seventy-three years old now. Father and Mother passed away a few years ago. My son went to the front lines to guard the border two years ago. He also doesn't write home, just like you."
"Do you think he was also chosen by a celestial sect and taken to cultivate immortality, just like you? I truly envy you for being able to roam freely between heaven and earth, forgetting worldly affairs."
"If you don't reply."
"I will assume this to be the case."
"Brother, I am settling down here. Remember to come back and sweep our graves and those of Father and Mother when you have time. We are family after all. Your brother, a final farewell."
The letter ended here.
After reading this letter, an inexplicable emotion welled up in Chen Jiuyang's heart, making him feel an indescribable discomfort.
He exhaled a breath of turbid air and looked up at the moonlit sky.
Fireworks fade easily.
People part ways easily.
This letter had been hidden here for who knows how many centuries, at least from the previous dynasty.
At this moment, the sky was not raining, but the sound of rain began to be heard at the scene.
The rain was initially very light, then it grew louder and louder.
Chen Jiuyang sensed an extremely cold and chilling aura surging towards this ruined courtyard.
"A ghost is attacking!"
Chen Jiuyang unleashed a slash of Pure Yang energy.
The ghostly energy was shattered by Chen Jiuyang's slash, but the last wisp of ghostly energy actually surged into Chen Jiuyang's body, causing him to fall unconscious.