AWB Chapter 805
Chapter 805
On the third day, one can control some weak ghosts or drive some ordinary ghosts, and can also enslave those powerful and vicious ghosts.
However, while this secret manual is valuable, it also requires a great deal of effort.
Ling Yanyan has been practicing the "Ghost Control Technique" for the past few days, but unfortunately he can only control some ordinary ghosts.
That evening, he woke up in bed, got up and went to the courtyard to begin practicing the book "The Art of Exorcising Ghosts".
The Art of Controlling Ghosts is an extremely obscure manual. Even in his previous life as a powerful Saint King, he struggled to grasp even a rudimentary understanding of it. Naturally, it would be even more difficult for him to study it now.
An hour later, Ling Yanyan was drenched in sweat. However, he was enjoying himself immensely; this was the first thing that made him happy since his rebirth.
"Hmm?" Suddenly, he frowned slightly.
A group of masked men dressed in black stood outside the courtyard gate, led by a middle-aged man. He wore a gray robe, a short sword at his waist, his hands behind his back, and stared sharply at him.
Behind him stood a group of people dressed similarly, each glaring at Ling Yan Yan with murderous intent, clearly there to cause trouble.
Ling Yanyan's lips curled into a mocking smile. He had anticipated last night that someone would cause trouble today, but he was already prepared.
He stood up, glanced at them indifferently, and asked, "Who sent you?"
The middle-aged man at the head of the group didn't speak, but instead gestured to his subordinates. Immediately, those men pounced on Ling Yanyan.
Ling Yanyan snorted coldly and instantly appeared behind a masked man in black. He struck the man's shoulder with a palm, and with a crisp "crack," the man's shoulder blade broke. He was in excruciating pain and cried out in agony before falling unconscious.
Ling Yanyan slapped another man in black away, then pointed a finger at him, and a bloody hole appeared between the man's eyebrows, blood gushing out, and he collapsed limply to the ground.
The remaining men in black were terrified and retreated in panic.
Ling Yanyan strode up to the middle-aged man at the head of the group and coldly asked, "Who are you people?"
A hint of panic flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man at the head, but he still forced himself to say, "Sir, we are from the Li family of Dongzhou City. We have come here on the orders of our patriarch to kill you, you traitor."
The Li family of Dongzhou City?
"What is the background of your Li family?" Ling Yanyan asked.
"The Li family is the number one family in the Eastern Continent, with a history of thousands of years and a rich heritage. There are many experts in the family. You have offended us, and you are destined to have no good outcome."
The middle-aged man at the head of the group said arrogantly, "If you know what's good for you, you'd better surrender now to avoid suffering."
Ling Yanyan shook his head and said, "So you're the lackeys of the Li family. Since you've delivered yourself to my doorstep, I might as well test the Li family's skills."
As soon as Ling Yanyan finished speaking, he disappeared from his spot and reappeared in front of the middle-aged man in the lead, raising his foot to kick him in the chest.
The middle-aged man hurriedly tried to dodge, but he underestimated Ling Yanyan's speed. He couldn't dodge at all and was kicked away by Ling Yanyan, crashing into the wall and sliding to the ground.
"puff!"
The middle-aged man spat out a mouthful of blood, then collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
The rest of the men in black were stunned. They never expected that Ling Yanyan, who was so young, would possess such terrifying strength. It was simply unbelievable.
Ling Yanyan glanced at them coldly and said, "You can all get out of here too!"
"what!"
The men in black fled the Ling family ancestral home as if they had been granted a pardon.
Ling Yanyan packed up and left the ancestral home. He didn't return to his own residence, but instead went to a desolate mountain outside the town.
This desolate mountain was only a hundred meters away from the Ling residence, and it was rich in spiritual energy. Ling Yanyan found a relatively clean rock and lay down on it.
"First, cultivate the Ghost Control Technique and the Nine Revolutions Thunder Control Technique."
"Buzz!"
As Ling Yanyan activated the two cultivation techniques, the surrounding spiritual energy surged and converged towards him.
The spiritual energy in this desolate mountain is extremely thin, less than one-tenth the density in the village, but still much denser than in the mortal world.
As the night passed, Ling Yanyan slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, a look of surprise on his face, and murmured.
"I have now successfully mastered the art of controlling ghosts, but I cannot control those weak ghosts, and I can only summon one low-level ghost, which is too useless for me."
Ling Yanyan shook his head and continued cultivating the Nine Revolutions Thunder Control Technique.
When he opened his eyes again, the sun was rising, and the golden sunlight shone in, gilding the mountain forest with a soft golden glow.
"call!"
Ling Yan Yan slowly exhaled a breath of white mist, feeling as if he were bathed in golden sunlight, feeling completely relaxed.