After the ghost-hunting master descended the mountain, his fame spread throughout the capital.

Jiang Dusheng did not answer Wang Dazhuang, but slowly turned around and looked at the shadow of a thick pillar under the corridor.

The shadow rippled slightly.

Immediately afterwards, a slender figure slowly emerged from it.

Her figure was so thin that it seemed as if a gust of wind could blow her away, and she wore a simple yet expensive dress.

Her face still faintly showed signs of her former beauty, but it was shrouded in a haggard and pale appearance due to prolonged illness.

Her soul was surrounded by an aura of weakness that lingered, clearly indicating that she had died of a prolonged illness.

Jiang Dusheng looked her up and down, then cut to the chase, "Ordinary souls who die of illness, without great resentment, should have already entered the cycle of reincarnation. Since you have no resentment, are you lingering in the mortal world because of some lingering attachment?"

The female ghost nodded, her voice barely audible, "Yes... I do have unfulfilled wishes, and my soul has been wandering aimlessly around here for some time now."

She paused, as if gathering her courage, and continued, "Just now outside the mansion, I suddenly saw golden light shooting into the sky from the Zhou mansion, dispelling evil spirits and driving away malevolent forces, its power extraordinary."

"I think there must be a truly powerful being who has come to this filthy place, so I dared to follow..."

As she spoke, she knelt gracefully before Jiang Dusheng, her voice filled with sorrow, "Young lady, your aura is pure and dignified, completely different from that old woman Zhou's sinister and filthy presence. Please, please help me!"

Jiang Dusheng raised her hand and rubbed her temples. After a night of fierce fighting and depletion of spiritual energy, all she wanted to do was find a place to lie down immediately, preferably with a thick wall blocking out all light and sound.

She gestured for Wang Dazhuang to help the female ghost up, her voice clearly weary:

"Even the greatest injustice can wait until I wake up. Right now, I don't even have the strength to draw a talisman. If you have patience, wait quietly; if you can't wait, go find another opportunity."

Upon hearing this, the female ghost dared not disobey in the slightest and quickly nodded, indicating that she would wait quietly.

Jiang Dusheng then turned to Wang Dazhuang and said, "Go to Granny Zhou's room and find all the blank talismans she has left that haven't been tainted with too much evil energy, as well as scissors and such."

"I'll get you a body to use for now, you can guard the gate for me."

She emphasized, "Remember, whether human or ghost, no one is allowed to come in and disturb us without my permission. Understand?"

Upon hearing that he could have a new body, Wang Dazhuang's spirits immediately lifted, and he quickly agreed:

"Alright, Master! Don't worry, I've got my eye on this door! Little devil, big devil, Young Master Xie... oh no, I mean, whoever comes, I'll turn them away! I'll go get it right now!"

The next moment, the spirit excitedly darted through the wall and returned shortly afterward, carrying scissors, talismans, and other items.

Jiang Dusheng mustered his strength, channeling the last bit of spiritual power into his fingertips. The scissors flew, their movements so fast that only afterimages could be seen.

A short while later, a paper figure made of talisman paper, glowing with a faint spiritual light, appeared on the ground.

"Go in and give it a try." Jiang Dusheng pushed the paper figure towards Wang Dazhuang's soul.

Wang Dazhuang couldn't wait any longer. With a cheer, he immediately rushed towards the brand-new paper body.

A flash of light appeared around the paper figure, and it slowly stood up, stretching its limbs.

He couldn't wait to run to the bronze mirror on the dressing table in the room, wanting to see how handsome and dashing he looked now.

He was stunned when he saw it.

The handsome face reflected in the mirror was no longer the deliberately sculpted kind, but rather seemed naturally formed, exuding a pure and intelligent aura untouched by the world.

Like the immortals in temple murals who serve the gods and Buddhas and listen to the wonderful teachings, they are so captivating that one dares not look away, yet one dares not easily desecrate them.

"Master!" Wang Dazhuang was so excited his body trembled slightly as he looked at himself in the mirror from left to right. "This appearance! I! I love it so much!"

"This...this is simply a celestial being who stepped out of a painting! Look at those eyebrows and eyes, that bearing! Hehe..." He couldn't help but look in the mirror, admiring himself with delight.

The sickly female ghost beside him looked at Wang Dazhuang's new body, her brows furrowing slightly, a thoughtful look flashing in her eyes.

He seemed to want to say something, but was also hesitant to speak, so he stopped himself.

Wang Dazhuang noticed her expression, stopped admiring himself, and said with a hint of smugness, "What? Am I too handsome, making you lose your mind? Or do you feel ashamed of yourself because of my new image, which is too otherworldly?"

The female ghost quickly shook her head, her voice weak and hesitant, "No, no, this young man's new appearance is naturally excellent. It's just..."

She hesitated for a moment, then said softly, "I just feel like there's something vaguely familiar about this appearance, as if I've seen a similar aura somewhere before, but I can't quite place it..."

Jiang Dusheng was already lying on the couch, his eyelids almost glued shut.

Hearing the female ghost's words, she didn't even open her eyes, but instead gave a languid chuckle, saying:

"Familiar? Doesn't he look like that imperial advisor who always seems compassionate but is actually full of scheming?"

Her words were spoken haltingly, yet they were like a lightning bolt that cleaved through the fog of the female ghost's memories.

"Yes, yes, yes! Now that you mention it, I remember!" The female ghost suddenly realized, nodding repeatedly, her soul becoming slightly brighter with excitement.

"I was fortunate enough to see the Grand Preceptor once from afar during a royal blessing ceremony during my lifetime."

"Although the distance is too far to see clearly, the overall demeanor, especially the contours of the eyebrows and eyes, does indeed resemble this young man's current appearance by about seven or eight points."

She added cautiously, afraid of offending Wang Dazhuang, "However, the Grand Preceptor has a more ethereal and lofty aura, inspiring awe and making one dare not look directly at him. And this young man... well... is more lively and vivid."

She phrased it euphemistically, but what she really meant was that Wang Dazhuang's smugness was completely at odds with the dignified demeanor of the Imperial Advisor.

Upon hearing this, Wang Dazhuang's initial excitement cooled considerably.

He immediately cowered, no longer caring about admiring his new appearance, and hurriedly went to Jiang Dusheng's bedside, lowering his voice, his tone trembling with tears:

"The Grand Preceptor?! Master! My dear Master! Please don't harm me!"

"The Imperial Advisor is a true master, said to possess boundless magical power! If... if he knew that I, a mere brat, was flaunting a face so similar to his..."

"I...I'm afraid I was completely purified by a beam of Buddha's light, leaving not even a trace! Master! Or...or should we change to something simpler?"

Jiang Dusheng was so sleepy that his consciousness was completely blurred, and he couldn't hear what the other person was howling about. He only vaguely felt a fly buzzing in his ear.

She waved her hand impatiently, as if to chase away the annoying noise, tilted her head, and her breathing became even and long.