Chapter 108 - Ghost!

Chapter 108 - Ghost!

Dragon Mountain Peak:

Qin Changkong looked haggard, and his eyes were bloodshot.

One could tell he was distraught and irritated.

Over the past few days, he had pestered Zhuo Bufan to adjust the primeval mirror's viewing angle, meticulously scrutinizing every corner of Dragon Mountain Blessed Land.

Despite these efforts, there was no trace of Chen Fan and Qin Yao.

He was simply unwilling to believe it.

Chen Fan was dead.

His daughter, Qin Yao, was also dead.

How could this be possible?

Hope lingered, but despair loomed closer.

Zhuo Bufan and the others shared a similar sense of unease.

Chen Fan had risen to prominence recently and showcased unparalleled talents by fiercely challenging Wang Fuchen, a Yuanfu realm expert, with only Qi Grandmaster cultivation.

Alas, such an outstanding disciple had died just like that?

Adding to the distress, Qin Yao, an Alchemist, had jumped to her death from the cliff.

The perplexity of losing two extraordinary individuals weighed heavily on their minds.

However, the elders of the other three great sects were rejoicing in their hearts.

If Chen Fan were still alive, his genius would likely make him a leading figure, akin to Duan Jingtian, suppressing disciples from their sects.

Since they couldn’t get their hand on Chen Fan, his death was a preferable outcome for them.

However, the primeval mirror revealed a different story. Two Burning Incense Valley disciples cautiously navigated the dense forest, appearing weary and battered, their clothes torn.

Suddenly, two figures appeared ahead of them. The disciples were immediately horrified, as if they were seeing ghosts.

“Xiaofan, Yaoyao!” Qin Changkong exclaimed in shock, rising to his feet while trembling uncontrollably.

They were alive!

Chen Fan and Qin Yao weren’t dead.

This was great. This was really great!

Qin Changkong couldn't contain his joy, venting it in a long shout.

......

Dragon Mountain Blessed Land:

“Gh-Ghost!”

The two Burning Incense Valley disciples had come out of the dense forest, spotting Chen Fan and Qin Yao walking along the beach. Overwhelmed with fear, they mistook the living for ghosts and screamed in terror, shattering the night's silence.

The two disciples had just escaped a dangerous area; unexpectedly, they ran into Chen Fan and Qin Yao at night.

Believing Chen Fan and Qin Yao were dead after jumping off Scarlet Cliff, the disciples, now panicked, pleaded for mercy. Goosebumps appeared on their skin; their hairs stood on ends as they tried to run away.

As they ran, they begged for mercy. “Every injustice has its perpetrator, and it’s not our fault! Wang Fuchen caused your deaths! If you want revenge, find him! Don’t come to us...”

“Stop right there!”

Chen Fan had a helpless look on his face.

Aren’t these two a little too timid?

Let alone the fact that I am not a ghost, even if I am, a martial artist shouldn’t be scared of one.

What a disgrace to the Burning Incense Valley.

The two Burning Incense Valley disciples, hearing Chen Fan's shout, feared an impending attack and sprinted even faster, desperately wishing for additional legs.

In a surprising move, one disciple struck the other with a palm strike, using him as a meat shield and pleading, “If you want to kill someone, kill him. Please let me go...”

The sacrificed disciple, now a human shield, vomited blood in anger, facing unexpected betrayal. A look of despair showed on his face.

Chen Fan skillfully used his primeval qi, transforming it into a large net that captured the disciple. Now, the betrayed disciple stood before him.

This person shut his eyes tightly, trembling like a leaf in a storm, with a pale complexion, seemingly utterly resigned.

“Hey, you’re a martial artist. And since you are here, you must be a genius disciple in Burning Incense Valley’s outer sect. You shouldn't be scared, even if we were ghosts,” Chen Fan said helplessly.

“If you’re going to kill me, then make it qui—huh? What did you say? You’re not a ghost?”

This Burning Incense Valley disciple suddenly opened his eyes, studying Chen Fan. After sensing Chen Fan's warmth and noticing his shadow under the moonlight, he revealed a look of joy, as if he had just survived a huge disaster.

“I was scared to death, you know? You scared me! I thought you were ghosts! Did you have to scare people like that? Don’t you know scaring someone like that can kill them?”

This person immediately started complaining.

......

As the disciple continued his protest, the elders of Burning Incense Valley, witnessing the scene, felt their faces flush with embarrassment.

The shameful incident left them wishing for a place to hide.

They had thrown all their sect’s face away!