Cultivation of Immortality: This is what unorthodox methods are like.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about!"

"Go ahead and do it!"

Wang Quan turned around, put his hands behind his back, and sighed to the sky, "I never thought that doing a good deed would end up like this!"

"Alas!"

"This underworld is unjust!"

The Soft-Haired Ghost God looked remorseful: "I didn't want it to be like this either!"

"But don't worry, I'll use a knife. My knife is very fast, you won't feel any pain."

"In the blink of an eye, I can obliterate your soul!"

"By the way, you don't need to thank me, you deserve it!"

"Furthermore, not only is the heaven of the underworld unjust, but the heaven of your human world is just as unjust."

"Try to think more positively!"

Click!

Wang Quan's mind suddenly did a 180-degree turn. He stared intently at Rouhao Guishen and said with displeasure, "You're so long-winded!"

"Just kill me if you're going to. What are you dawdling about? Are you trying to make me understand you or pity you?"

Rouhao, feeling guilty and sighing, quickly nodded: "We'll speed it up right away!"

It covered its head with one hand and pulled a long, red and white dagger from its spine with the other.

Stab it!

A long sword appeared, radiating murderous intent.

However, before it could fully draw its longsword, Wang Quan suddenly said, "Did you investigate me before you killed me?"

Rouhao Ghost God was taken aback for a moment: "I was busy receiving gifts and haven't had time to investigate yet."

"However, I did plan to investigate you a hundred years from now, but it seems it's no longer necessary."

Wang Quan laughed: "Not investigating me is the biggest mistake of your life!"

The Gentle-Haired Ghost God chuckled: "I am a ghost god, though I was not born of heaven and earth, nor am I a top-tier ghost god among those who were born; but, for me to kill you is like a strongman killing an infant."

"Therefore, whether or not an investigation is conducted is irrelevant!"

Stab it!

He continued to pull out the red and white longsword.

The king sighed.

He pulled his own head off and hugged it to his chest, while also covering his own eyes.

The Soft-Headed Ghost God grew anxious: "Why did you take your head off?"

"How can I cut off your head if you don't have a head on your neck?"

Wang Quan sighed, "After all, we've known each other for a while. I couldn't bear to see you vanish into thin air, so I took off my head, covered my eyes, and couldn't bear to look at you."

The Gentle-Haired Ghost chuckled softly, "Silly child, why are you talking nonsense?"

"Listen to me, come on, put your head up there."

"Then look at me..."

Click!

A crisp sound echoed in the room.

The ghost god was stunned.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but instead, streaks of sword light shot out from his mouth.

This blade of light was unleashed after he was injured and could no longer suppress the residual power of the [Sky-Patrolling Treasure].

call out!call out!call out!

The blade, as thin as a cicada's wing, gleamed brilliantly and swirled in the air.

Some of the sword flashes even had the phantom image of the [Ghost Emperor's Heart] hanging on them.

[Ghost Emperor's Heart] was actually injured by the sword light left behind by the [Heavenly Patrol Treasure] within the body of the Soft Hair Ghost God.

However, it constantly exists between existence and non-existence, thus exempting it from knife wounds and allowing it to maintain its peak condition for an extremely short time, continuously devouring the Soft Hair Demon God.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

My heart is pounding.

The soft brush, from its seven orifices, spewed out even more blood-stained blade light.

His expression was blank, confused, and tinged with a hint of resentment: "If I hadn't been accidentally injured by the human race's [Sky-Patrolling Treasure] a few days ago, you wouldn't have been able to eat me!"

Click! Click! Click!

The sound of flesh being devoured filled the air.

The already emaciated body of the Soft-haired Ghost God began to collapse.

He touched his heart and looked at Wang Quan: "Why didn't you say beforehand that this statue had an owner?"

"If you had even offered a single word of warning, I would have been on guard!"

Wang Quan blinked: "I only helped you find two statues, and you're already so indebted that you want to kill me; if I reminded you that the statues have owners, wouldn't you kill me and then grind my bones to ashes?"

The Soft-Haired Ghost muttered, "Nonsense... If you had warned me back then, I would not only have crushed you to ashes, but I would have also scattered your soul."

Click!Click!

The soft-haired ghost god was suddenly missing pieces of flesh and blood. He roared in resentment, "I finally gained wisdom, I finally gained a self."

"I... haven't had enough of this wonderful world yet!"

"I'm not reconciled!"

"I'm not reconciled!"

"I'm not reconciled!"

The Soft-Haired Ghost's eyes were unfocused; the last thing it saw was:

Wang Quan was kind-hearted and covered his eyes, unable to bear seeing its pitiful state.

At this moment, it felt even more sorrowful: "Finding a highly motivated helper isn't always a good thing..."

"ah.....!"

The soft-haired ghost let out a final scream, then convulsed a few times before dying.

Click!Click!

The [Ghost Emperor's Heart] devoured the Soft Hair Ghost God and finally landed on a statue:

"This country bumpkin is awful!"

Wang Quan coughed: "We're all family. If you dislike it, you're disliking you!"

[Ghost Emperor's Heart] sneered: "Just a hair, what right does it have to be considered family with me?"

"A bald man without hair only grows stronger; but a creature without a heart is destined to die."

Wang Quan chuckled; he found this [Ghost Emperor's Heart] quite interesting.

After a moment, he picked up the statue: "This is a nice thing, what's it for?"

[Ghost Emperor's Heart] transformed into human form, then his voice became ethereal: "The Western Ghost Emperor of yesteryear once gifted statues to many of his beloved relatives and friends."

"This statue originally contained the power to protect those dearest relatives and friends."

"The power within disappeared simply because of some events."

"However, some strange abilities of Western ghost gods and emperors remain within it."

"Any being belonging to the underworld can continuously improve, and even—continuously move towards becoming a Western ghost god emperor, as long as they master it."

Wang Quan was stunned and immediately threw the statue aside: "Isn't this just a Western ghost god emperor? Or rather, has it possessed him?"

"Are you willing to become someone else?"

"You've gone from being a shadow to having your own thoughts, so why do you still want to become someone else?"

[Ghost Emperor's Heart] was taken aback and fell silent.

Over time, the cracks in the room grew larger and larger.

[Ghost Emperor's Heart] suddenly said, "It's time to go!"

"This place is going to collapse!"

Wang Quan chuckled awkwardly, "I don't know how to leave!"

[Ghost Emperor's Heart] chuckled: "I'll take you!"

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Yin Mansion, No. 95 Courtyard:

[Ghost Emperor's Heart] is gone.

Before leaving, he gave Wang Quan a scroll of Taoist scriptures.

"I originally intended to give you those two statues so that you could gain some of the power of the [Western Demon Emperor]."

"Later I realized you were right: although you can gain benefits by relying on them, you will constantly tend toward [Western ghosts and gods emperors]."

"That stuff is no good!"

"However, this Taoist scripture is also a good thing!"

Wang Quan coughed: "Although I come from a heretical sect, we heretics also have 108,000 volumes of Taoist scriptures."

[Ghost Emperor's Heart] chuckled: "Whether it's the unorthodox sects or the orthodox sects of Xinzhou, they actually only have 100,000 volumes of Daoist scriptures."

"And this scroll I'm giving you is the first of the other eight thousand scrolls."

Wang Quan was stunned when he heard this.

After he came to his senses, he realized:

[Ghost Emperor's Heart] is gone.

In his hand now lay a scroll of Taoist scripture, seemingly crafted from gold, upon which was written a line of text: "The Emperor said that saving others is not as good as saving oneself."