Yin Shou Shu

Chapter 360 The Final Legacy
A thick fog obscured the view.

Ran Jianfei's remnant soul was completely transparent and nothingness.

With the passing of this wisp of soul, his remaining body in the mortal world will also lose its vitality.

This biological father, who had abandoned Ran Qing for ten years, reached the end of his life at this moment.

For ten years, he shirked his responsibilities as a father, trying to quell his guilt by distancing himself from Ran Qing.

But in the end, he still chose to die, using his own death to protect Ran Qing as she escaped from the encirclement.

Standing in the thick fog, Ran Qing felt a sense of melancholy.

At that moment, he realized that his hatred and disgust for Ran Jianfei had completely disappeared.

There was no hatred, no disgust, but there was also no forgiveness.

All that remained in his heart was a sense of emptiness and melancholy.

A kind of melancholy... where you don't even know who to blame.

This middle-aged man was indeed a selfish and ruthless beast. But as he said, he was selfish, but not completely selfish.

In the final moments of his life, he chose to sacrifice himself to protect his son, finally fulfilling his duty as a father in his last moments...

But this sense of responsibility came too late.

After taking a deep breath, Ran Qing turned and left without the slightest hesitation.

He led Little Cotton toward the Ghost Country, carefully avoiding all the evil spirits wandering in the thick fog, surrounded by those writhing dead faces.

Those terrifying evil spirits and demons were terrifying, and Ran Qing could not afford to provoke any of them.

But the Ghost Kingdom was too vast. As long as Ran Qing kept her distance from them, these evil spirits would not be able to detect her presence in the thick fog.

Ran Qing walked smoothly out of the eerie and strange city and arrived at the mountain road outside the city.

The bas-relief stone pillars standing on both sides of the road are still the same as when we arrived.

But a tall, thin, pale ghostly figure drifted by, dragging an iron chain.

Ran Qing stood indifferently to the side, watching the pale ghostly figure drift away before leading Xiao Mianhua outside.

The further you go, the thinner the fog becomes.

Ran Qing could no longer see those evil spirits. He had somehow left the border of the Ghost Kingdom and arrived at the gloomy and dark Wujiang Ghost Realm.

The writhing, dead faces excitedly and happily pushed their way forward into the darkness.

They also realized the danger had passed.

Little Cotton whispered, "Are we safe?"

The dangers along the way left Little Cotton still shaken.

Ran Qing glanced back and saw that the road she had come from was dark and empty, with no trace of the Ancient Luo Ghost Kingdom in sight.

That ancient and eerie kingdom is completely hidden in the dark ghost realm of the Wujiang River.

If it weren't for the guidance of the Ghost Refining Technique in the Jar, he might not have been able to see the entrance to the Ancient Luo Ghost Kingdom even after reaching its gates.

This ghost kingdom, teeming with evil spirits, is even more mysterious and elusive than expected.

But if it weren't necessary, who would want to come to this eerie and terrifying country?

Ran Qing shook her head and let out a soft breath: "...It's safe now."

At least, this trip to the ghost kingdom has ended safely.

He finally fulfilled his sixth aunt's last wish, as well as the long-cherished wish of the ancestors of the spirit mediums, by returning the ancestral tablets to the Ghost King's coffin, allowing the cursed ancestors of the spirit mediums to rest in peace.

From then on, the ancestors of the spirit mediums were no longer monsters wandering in the darkness.

They rest peacefully and calmly in the darkness, like ordinary deceased people.

Ran Qing's greatest burden has finally been lifted.

He was about to walk the path for himself... Ran Qing thought to himself, but his steps suddenly stopped.

He looked ahead in astonishment and saw many indistinct, almost invisible figures standing on the rugged mountain path.

The eerie underworld, with its shadowy figures... yet this scene did not terrify Ran Qing.

Because the figures blocking his path were the ancestors of the spirit mediums who had previously transformed into a thick fog to clear the way for him.

These people, dressed in various ways, were all smiling kindly and gently, waving to Ran Qing.

Before Ran Qing could speak, they all came forward one by one, laughing, and patted Ran Qing's shoulder and stroked her head.

Some even playfully pinched Ran Qing's cheeks with a smile.

Suddenly, a chilling wind blew around Ran Qing, and ghostly shadows flickered.

Every ghost that passed by Ran Qing quickly vanished into thin air.

But Ran Qing, who was touched by them, clearly felt that with each touch, a cold, sinister force was injected into her body.

When Aunt Liu finally reached Ran Qing, she sighed and neither pinched Ran Qing's face nor patted her shoulder.

Instead, she gently straightened Ran Qing's disheveled collar and said, "...Don't be so sloppy when you go out in the future. Pay attention to your personal appearance."

At this moment, Aunt Liu was muttering to herself, like a nagging old mother.

Ran Qing's eyes welled up with tears, and she wanted to speak.

But Aunt Liu's figure had completely disappeared before his eyes.

These masters of the Yin-Yang Path should have vanished long ago when they transformed into a thick fog to clear the way.

But before they disappeared, they struggled to see Ran Qing one last time and gave her a final gift.

As the wisps of Yin energy flowed into her body, Ran Qing clearly felt that her cultivation as a Yin cultivator had become stronger.

And it has become much stronger!
Because of the increased Yin energy, he could even clearly feel that his five senses were more acute and his physique had become more powerful.

Little Cotton, standing to the side, asked in a daze, "...Ran Qing, why did you suddenly stop and stare blankly?"

From Xiao Mianhua's perspective, Ran Qing suddenly froze on the spot, remaining silent for a long time, unaware of what had happened.

Ran Qing, slightly surprised by Xiao Mianhua's reminder, asked, "Didn't you see it?"

Little Cotton was completely confused: "What do you see?"

"..." Ran Qing shook her head in silence: "It's nothing."

It seems that the masters of the spirit mediums throughout history have become so weak that they can no longer manifest themselves in front of outsiders.

Only his disciple, a practitioner of the spirit world, could see his true face.

The trace of Yin energy they passed on to Ran Qing was very weak.

It's just that the number of people who walk the path of the dead throughout history is so large that it accumulates into a huge scale.

Among those masters who practiced Yin-Yang walking, many even wore clothing from the primitive and unenlightened Zangke people.

They were either men or women, dressed in strange, primitive clothes, like barbarian priests in bizarre attire in ancient paintings.

Then, considering the lineage of those who walk the path of the dead, cursed by the coffin of the Ghost King...

Perhaps the lineage of Yin people actually shares the same origin as the ancient Luo Ghost Kingdom?
This tradition of exorcising evil spirits originated from a country ruled by evil spirits.
Ran Qing pondered this inheritance, step by step leaving the Ghost Realm of Wujiang and returning once again to that hot and stuffy room.

In the corner of the main room where the ancestral tablets of Heaven, Earth, Ruler, Parents, and Teacher are enshrined, countless sparks burn in a large vat filled with burning incense.

The sheer number of them made Ran Qing's eyelids twitch.

So many incense sticks...

He sensed that his cultivation level had increased, but he hadn't expected it to increase by so much.

—This is almost as good as Sixth Aunt's!

(End of this chapter)