Chapter 135: Truly, I Am Impressive!

The old man had no idea how long he had been struck by lightning. The thunderbolts in the sky were endless, the vengeful spirits on the ground were inexhaustible, and the incantations carried by the wind were relentless.

He had never encountered such a brazen and shameless person.

If you want to fight, then fight; if you want to duel, then duel. But to summon heavenly thunder at the slightest disagreement? Who could possibly stand against her?

The more the old man thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt. The moonlight emerged, yet the light rain continued. Whether it was tears or rain on his face, he looked utterly pathetic.

Clearly, this girl had previously accused him of lacking martial ethics and bullying the weak—how did it turn out that he was the one being bullied instead?

The old man looked at the talismans wrapped around him like a cocoon. There had to be tens of thousands of them! Even if they were hand-written, it would take at least ten days or half a month! How could she be so willing to dump them all at once? Wouldn’t that ruin her hands? To waste them like this—to waste them on a decrepit old man like him—was an absolute travesty!

The old man suffered in silence, but the two culprits behind his misery were not paying him any mind. Their attention was focused on the tree that had been burned down to a stump.

"You say... this tree is so large, it should have been burned to nothing. Shall we..."

"Old Ancestor, are you alright?"

Spirits and demons feared the sound of thunder because their path of cultivation relied on absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and the height of a thunderstorm was the best time for cultivation. However, if the Heavenly Dao were to discover their "cheating" thoughts, they would face the most severe punishment.

Therefore, when the thunder had roared earlier—even though the old man had been drawing all the attention from the heavens—the fear ingrained in their bones had driven them far away. Only now, seeing the calm, did they dare to come over to see who had won.

"Come down, help!"

"I—I'll come!" For the Chicken Spirit, Wen Jinge was like a second parent; she was far more familiar than Wen Xueshan, the master who was still a stranger to her.

Seeing that Wen Xueshan was still alive, and the old man was wrapped up like a rice dumpling, she immediately fluttered down. "Immortal Master Wen, what shall we do? Are we going to lead that old man away on a leash?"

"I want to build a vehicle."

"What kind of vehicle does the Old Ancestor want to build? I worked as a carpenter in my spare time."

"..." Both Wen Jinge and Lu Wei had expressions of twisted disbelief.

Not long ago, Wang Xi had complained to them that the man who called himself a god was inhumane, forcing a little girl to cut pieces of her own flesh to roast and eat. Now, it seemed they had found the root cause.

Wen Xueshan was the Heart of the Tree; when she was bored, she would dig into herself for fun. It was simply... beyond words.

"A bus."

"Hm?" Wen Xueshan didn't understand. "What is a bus?"

"It's... well, this is the Profound Gate Continent, so calling it a 'Profound Carriage' doesn't sound right. Let's just call it a 'Spirit Carriage'!" After saying this, Wen Jinge smiled triumphantly. "A very, very long box with many seats inside and an aisle in the middle."

"A larger carriage?"

"A carriage that doesn't need horses. It can be powered by profound energy, demonic energy, or devilish energy."

"That would likely require array formations for reinforcement. I can try. Shall we use this tree?"

Wen Jinge fell silent for a moment and nodded. It really was true: she dug into herself for fun whenever she had nothing to do!

"I would like to know what the Old Ancestor intends to use as a power source."

"Him!" Wen Jinge pointed at the old man, who was frozen in place by the binding talismans. "Use him. He claims to be a fierce ghost, and the vengeful spirits under this tree were truly drawn to him. Yes, 'Spirit Carriage' is perfect. In the future, I’ll drive this carriage through the sky. If the old man runs out of energy, he can just absorb all the evil spirits around him. This way, the environment in the human world can be purified, and there will be no more resentment left in the world. I see that even lightning doesn't strike this tree, so if I stick some lightning-attraction talismans on it to serve as a driving force from behind, this old man will surely run even faster. By then, I’ll be the only one with a carriage in the entire Profound Gate, and I can even drift in the sky. Sigh! What a great idea! I truly am amazing!"

Lu Wei looked at his own hands and mimicked the gesture of the Sorrow-Joy Buddha, clasping his palms together. Being with Wen Jinge made him feel more and more like he wasn't a qualified demon. Listen to her—was that even human speech?

"I..." The Chicken Spirit lowered her head, drawing circles on the ground. "Master, I suddenly realized I can't be of much help. Would you like to eat? I'll roast some chicken wings for you!"

"I don't eat!" Wen Xueshan blinked. "I am a tree; I don't eat meat."

"Ah?" The Chicken Spirit sighed gloomily. "No wonder you could eat the ones I burned in the past; it turns out you can't even taste the difference!"

"The two things... don't seem to have any logical connection," Lu Wei poked Wen Jinge’s back. At that moment, Wen Jinge placed a coffin beside the old man.

"What would a demon like you understand about the world of spirits?"

"I don't think I'm a demon." His hands remained in the prayer position.

After several exchanges of glances, Wen Jinge realized he seemed to be hinting at something. "I know, I know. We won't steal the business of the Buddhist cultivators. A person only dies once in their life. When they go to perform last rites, it's to put the deceased at ease. When we perform last rites, we’re like Black and White Impermanence, beating them until they are smashed to pieces."

"Black and... White... Impermanence..." The latter part he understood; the former, he did not.

"Ghost envoys!"

"Then what is the difference between this carriage and a ghost envoy?"

"The difference? A ghost carriage can see ghosts, but mine has them all absorbed by him."

"Raising a Gu."

"Exactly. That’s why the 'Hundred Ghost Banquet' can be used on this. It can trap him, keeping him from getting out for a short time, and making him not want to come out for a long time."

"So ruthless!"

"Not at all! He wanted to kill me. Compared to you killing an entire clan, I'm only killing one; that’s already quite merciful."

Wen Jinge patted the coffin beside her. The moment the old man saw the coffin, his eyes widened. Although he didn't know why Wen Jinge had produced it or what was inside, he felt a threat. There was something powerful sealed in that coffin, and if he tried to run...

The old man went quiet, feeling a lingering fear in his heart: he wondered if she had noticed that he had already broken a few of the binding talismans. With tens of thousands on him, she surely wouldn't notice, right?

"Now you're starting to have the air of a god."

"Don't say that; you're making me panic."

Two days later, after many improvements, Wen Jinge's Spirit Carriage was finally completed. As for the souls needed for the Hundred Ghost Banquet, there were plenty inside that tree. Wen Jinge picked out a few that looked decent and embedded them into secret compartments at the bottom of the carriage.

"It's a bit ugly!"

"That's because there are no advertisements! Just wait!"

The others watched in a daze as she modified it. A few days later, a Spirit Carriage embedded with projection stones was born. The stones embedded under the carriage windows played a scrolling, colorful image of a beautiful woman. The woman had a graceful figure; the wind blew through her hair, her delicate brows slightly furrowed as if annoyed by something, but a second later, her face lit up with a rich, vibrant smile.

If Lu Feiyu were here, she would certainly recognize the woman in the images as herself. Beyond the match she had lost against Yang Wennan, there were many other scenes that had been secretly recorded.