Chapter Thirty-Seven: A Hatred That Cannot Be Shared Under the Same Sky!

Lin Yi’s senses returned to normal.

All around him, atop the small box, a shadow entirely speckled with sparks was erupting with nothing but rage.

Instead of leaving the room directly, Lin Yi stepped steadily toward the small box.

In the surveillance room, many people witnessing Lin Yi’s actions frowned unconsciously.

A person may be physically powerful, but that doesn’t necessarily mean their mental strength is equally formidable.

This is precisely why schools promote basic physical training and also meditation classes.

Beyond the title of martial artist, there’s the designation of Mental Master.

Those with strong mental abilities are also considered powerful.

But such candidates with potent mental strength are rare and hard to find.

Many people sighed, suspecting Lin Yi’s mental strength was lacking and that he had been bewitched.

Lin Yi’s remarkable physical prowess was due to consuming rare treasures, courtesy of a secret expert, allowing him to rival top-tier A-class martial artists.

But without strong mental abilities, he would go no further.

Master An Yingxiong, Master Mu Tian, and the military officer lamented the situation.

An Miaoyi frowned.

Most members of the Paranormal Investigation Bureau shook their heads and sighed.

On the surveillance screen, Lin Yi had reached the small box, grinning as he looked at the raging Fire Ghost.

It seemed Lin Yi had not been bewitched!

From Lin Yi’s perspective, the ghost’s body was almost transparent.

This was the vengeful spirit of someone who had died in a fire, hence the scattered sparks on its body.

Its entire form was like dark smoke.

Lin Yi realized that ghosts were all energy beings; consequently, the closer one approached, the more palpable their aura of ominous energy became.

And being energy entities, most ghosts were adept at transformation techniques.

The Fire Ghost itself was confused, unable to understand why this test subject kept approaching.

Even when encountering experts who didn’t fear it, those experts would never come too close.

Ghosts carry an aura of misfortune; prolonged contact could harm one’s cultivation and energy.

But why did this person dare to approach—was he a fool?

If he were a fool, the Fire Ghost only needed to employ illusion magic to trick him into smashing the box, allowing the ghost to escape.

Considering this, the Fire Ghost’s internal expression was quite vivid.

However, with only half a head remaining and an eyeball dangling, nearly melting, this expression couldn’t be seen.

Soon, the Fire Ghost sensed something was amiss.

The person before it seemed to emit waves of energy that could burn away its misfortune.

No matter—attack!

With that, the Fire Ghost unleashed all its ominous energy, flooding Lin Yi in an overwhelming assault.

“Open the box for me, release me, I command you…”

The next moment, a massive fist greeted it.

Inside the surveillance room, many watched anxiously.

As Lin Yi drew closer to the box, some faces changed, blurting, “Could it really be that the Fire Ghost’s illusions have made Lin Yi, whose mental strength is weak, approach to free it?”

“This is bad—the Fire Ghost is about to break free.”

Several prepared to leave the surveillance room and rush to the testing site.

At that moment, the monitors flickered with small patches of static.

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Lin Yi’s massive fist shot out.

It carried an unstoppable momentum, striking hard against the Fire Ghost.

A series of sizzling sounds followed.

Within an instant, the fist, like acid, began burning the Fire Ghost.

Rapidly, the A-class vengeful Fire Ghost’s body rotted away by more than half!

Billowing black smoke faded into curling blue wisps!

The sparks that had danced across its body steadily diminished!

In its final moment, the Fire Ghost let out an earth-shaking scream.

Everyone in the surveillance room heard it.

“Aaaaah… Impossible…”

With that scream, the sparks dwindled, finally vanishing completely.

An Yingxiong, Master Mu Tian, the general, An Miaoyi, Mu Yuqing, and many others were left stunned.

The word “shocked” scarcely captured their expressions.

Who could have imagined the A-class Fire Ghost would be obliterated by a single punch from Lin Yi?

But that wasn’t all—while everyone gaped, Lin Yi made a turn, not proceeding through the room as expected, but circling back to the starting point on the fifth floor.

What was Lin Yi up to?

Many, still reeling from shock, couldn’t comprehend his actions.

Amid confusion, they saw Lin Yi heading into another room.

There were two rooms—one held the Fire Ghost, the other the Drowned Ghost. Why was Lin Yi going to the Drowned Ghost’s room?

Everyone watched in confusion as Lin Yi raised his head solemnly.

Surrounded by bright monitors, Lin Yi knew he was being watched from every angle.

Suddenly, he realized his actions were conspicuous—everyone must be watching him.

He had to display his integrity and loyalty, so he cleared his throat a few times.

“My enmity with demons and ghosts is irreconcilable.”

Having said this, Lin Yi strode into the Drowned Ghost’s room with vigor.

Earlier, the Fire Ghost’s room was filled with flames, the air seemingly scorching hot; but upon entering the Drowned Ghost’s room, he felt a refreshing chill.

Quickly, the coolness grew cold, as if he’d stepped into Siberia.

The frigid air assaulted him in waves, making it hard to control his body, compelling him to shiver.

Great flakes of snow drifted down from above.

At first, the snow felt pleasant.

But soon, the cold became unbearable.

He was covered head-to-toe in snow.

Suddenly, instead of snow, a giant icicle plunged from the sky.

As with the Fire Ghost, here too was a small box for imprisoning vengeful spirits, its lid slightly open.

But this box was shaking violently, suggesting the Drowned Ghost was even stronger than the Fire Ghost.

Even when Lin Yi had punched the Fire Ghost, it hadn’t managed to make its box shake like this.

But the Drowned Ghost had accomplished it.

Having just destroyed the Fire Ghost, Lin Yi hadn’t yet noticed the reward from the “Gods Severing Sutra,” but as he entered the room, he heard the sound of pages turning.

A series of crisp flipping noises.

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The gray-white image of the Fire Ghost became vibrant and lifelike.

At the same time, the “Gods Severing Sutra” reward appeared.

“Sealed and recorded: Fire Ghost. Reward: Ten Fire Talismans.”

“Fire Talisman: A fire-based talisman. Each one delivers an attack equal to the Fire Ghost’s full strength, and incorporates the Fire Ghost’s illusion and fire control abilities.”

This time, the reward was Fire Talismans.

Each talisman equaled the Fire Ghost’s strongest attack!

Meaning Lin Yi now had ten A-class vengeful ghost-level attacks at his disposal!

All information about the Fire Ghost flooded Lin Yi’s mind.

The Fire Ghost’s original name was Zhao Sanxiong.

Zhao Sanxiong was lazy and abusive, frequently beating his wife after drinking.

One day, after enduring his violence, his wife doused him in gasoline and ignited him. Zhao Sanxiong died.

Because he died drunk, his death was horrific—his entire body burned, flames exploding and melting his remains.

By a stroke of “luck,” Zhao Sanxiong was tainted by misfortune and transformed into the Fire Ghost.

On his first day as a ghost, Zhao Sanxiong killed his wife.

He didn’t spare his child, slaughtered his in-laws, and even his neighbors fell victim.

The Paranormal Investigation Bureau intervened, finally imprisoning Zhao Sanxiong.

His fire-breathing and fire-controlling abilities were deemed somewhat useful.

Many ghosts were similarly imprisoned for such talents.

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Fire Talismans—if he had dozens or hundreds, Lin Yi could easily cope even with grandmasters.

Delighted, Lin Yi’s gaze pierced through the layers of illusion.

He left the snowy scene behind, staring directly at the Drowned Ghost materializing atop the box.

The Fire Ghost had provided ten Fire Talismans—would the Drowned Ghost offer ten Water Talismans?

That would be pure bliss.

Lin Yi’s eyes shone like a hunter’s, his face alight with joy.

In the surveillance room, many saw Lin Yi’s expression and grew even more confused.

Everyone’s minds were tangled, unable to grasp what Lin Yi was doing.

Lin Yi’s gaze locked onto the Drowned Ghost, making the ghost uneasy.

The “Gods Severing Sutra” continued to flip its pages; after dispensing the reward, a gray-white image appeared once more.

It showed a figure in a tattered business dress, barely recognizable as female.

One bloodied, pale thigh looked mangled.

Her face was swollen, both eyes crimson with blood.

Besides her head and the one thigh, the rest of her body appeared smooth and pale, radiating a strange allure.

“Drowned Ghost. Three murders. Skilled at water control, illusions, and strength. Low-level vengeful spirit.”

Perfect—she was next!