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

Jiang Dusheng turned to the next page and finally found the content he wanted to see:

"Oh, you're asking about the method of borrowing purple energy and yang energy? You truly are a good disciple of mine, finding a destined person so soon after descending the mountain. Your fortune is extraordinary!"

"However... this matter concerns the inheritance of Heaven's Way and the extremes of Yin and Yang. This person's purple aura indicates that he is of noble birth, and his Yang energy is an outward manifestation of his fierce and decisive nature. The two are perfectly integrated, extremely Yang and extremely strong, which clashes with and counters the Yin energy within you, yet they are also mutually supportive and complementary."

"Using it in the ordinary way is tantamount to inviting heavenly fire to burn oneself, extremely dangerous. How exactly can one transform and harmonize it, incorporating it for one's own use without suffering a backlash..."

"Master... alas, it cannot be said, it must not be said. My disciple, you should ponder it yourself, or perhaps when the time is truly ripe, the clear path will reveal itself!"

"Remember, haste makes waste, and forcing things will only bring disaster!"

"P.S.: The temple has been very busy lately, and I am feeling very tired. I have decided to go down the mountain soon to travel and escape... uh, travel around."

"All matters concerning the temple have been entrusted to your wooden-headed senior brother. Do not worry about me, and do not return to the temple to look for me; you will not find me there."

"In short, take care, my disciple. Do not be a hero in times of trouble, and do not spend money recklessly (if you have any extra, you can ask someone to bring it to the temple). Peace is a blessing."

Jiang Dusheng: "..."

She held the letter in her hand, remaining silent for a long time.

The candlelight flickered across her face, illuminating her slightly twitching eyes and the faintly throbbing veins on her forehead.

The entire letter was lengthy and rambling, filled with concern mixed with complaints, mystery veiled with evasiveness, and finally, it even mentioned the incense money…

Not a single piece of truly useful information!

Wang Dazhuang cautiously observed Jiang Dusheng's expression, not daring to utter a sound, for fear that she would take her anger out on him.

Jiang Dusheng lit the letter with the candlelight and watched it turn to ashes.

Borrowing the purple aura and yang energy from Xie Jinchen to comprehend it on his own? Is the time ripe?

She rubbed her throbbing temples. It seemed there was no hope of getting help from Master Ming.

Everything still requires us to figure it out ourselves.

In that split second, another figure suddenly flashed through her mind.

Or... should we ask another master?

The thought had barely crossed her mind when she immediately shook her head and rejected it.

Forget it, that one is even less reliable.

If you ask him how to borrow the purple aura and yang energy, he would probably enthusiastically come up with seven or eight "unorthodox and miraculous methods" that would be extremely dangerous to implement.

Finally, I'll add, "My good disciple, give it a try! If you die, I'll summon your soul and make a paper doll body for you!"

Oh well, I guess I'll have to rely on myself eventually.

Just as Jiang Dusheng resigned himself to his fate, a new commotion arose in the courtyard.

The candlelight inside finally caught the attention of the two men.

Jiang Wanqing's voice rang out in the courtyard, this time addressed to Xiao Huan:

"Xiao Huan! Has your sister come back yet? Don't lie to me!"

Xiao Huan's voice was a little strained, but she still insisted, "Second Miss, Eldest Miss really hasn't returned yet. Perhaps... perhaps I forgot to turn off the lights while tidying up the room?"

"Forgot to turn off the lights?" Jiang Zhiheng's voice was clearly displeased and questioning. "Then who turned on the lights just now? Did a ghost do it?"

Upon hearing the word "ghost," Jiang Dusheng, inside the window, raised an eyebrow and a wicked smile flashed in his eyes.

She glanced at Wang Dazhuang, who was hovering to the side trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible, tilted her chin slightly toward the window, and said in a calm voice:

"Go out and send a gust of cold wind. Doesn't he want to see ghosts? Let him see what they're made of."

Upon hearing this, Wang Dazhuang excitedly replied "Yes," and with a twist of his soul, he passed through the door.

Inside the courtyard, Jiang Wanqing continued relentlessly, "It must be my sister who's back! Sister! I know you're inside, I have something to tell you!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a strange, eerie wind suddenly swept through the courtyard.

The wind was strange, icy cold, swirling and drilling straight into people's collars, making the lanterns sway violently, their light and shadow dancing wildly.

A faint whistling sound was also carried in the wind, sometimes high, sometimes low, drilling straight into people's ears and making their scalps tingle.

"what!"

Jiang Wanqing was the first to scream, her face turning pale. Forgetting all about decorum, she frantically hid behind Jiang Zhiheng, yelling, "A ghost! Second Brother! A ghost!"

Jiang Zhiheng's face also turned pale. He tried to remain calm and looked around, but all he saw were swaying tree shadows and a whistling wind. The howling sound seemed to be right next to his ears, and it seemed to be everywhere.

Although he was a man, the situation was truly eerie and sinister.

"Wanqing, don't be afraid, maybe it's just the wind..." Before he could finish speaking, a stronger gust of cold wind swept over him, making him shiver.

"A ghost! There really is a ghost!" Jiang Wanqing was so frightened that she forgot to cry. She grabbed Jiang Zhiheng's sleeve and dragged him outside. "Second brother, let's go! Let's get out of here!"

Jiang Zhiheng felt a chill run down his spine. Pulled by her, he stumbled backward, and the two of them practically tumbled and crawled away from the courtyard gate, running frantically towards the brightly lit main courtyard.

Xiao Huan, who was originally standing in the courtyard, had already turned pale when the cold wind suddenly rose.

She already had a deep psychological trauma from being possessed by a male ghost last time, and she was afraid of the word "ghost" every day.

Experiencing the eerie wind and ghostly wails firsthand, fear instantly overwhelmed her.

She felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, her legs went weak, and with a "thud," she fainted to the ground.

The cold wind gradually subsided.

Wang Dazhuang's soul was floating back into the room, about to claim credit, when he saw Xiao Huan lying unconscious on the ground and was immediately dumbfounded.

The spirit was so frightened that it stammered, "M-Master! Something's wrong! Your maid... has fainted!"

Jiang Dusheng: "..."

She entered and exited the room, looked at the limp Xiao Huan on the ground, and sighed softly. Perhaps... she should consider raising a few more little ghosts?

But... where can you find a ghost like Wang Dazhuang, who is timid, died young, and whose only obsession is to remain in the human world?

These short-lived cowards aren't everywhere...

Wang Dazhuang felt a chill run down his spine from her gaze, which seemed to be assessing something. He almost died on the spot again and immediately started wailing:

"Master! I really didn't mean it! I didn't know she was so afraid of ghosts! I... I just blew some air out as you instructed, and she made a couple of whimpering noises..."

Jiang Dusheng snapped out of his thoughts and gave him a disdainful look: "Alright, stop howling."

She walked back to the table in the room, picked up scissors and some talismans, and said, "I'll cut out a new body for you. Wrap yourself in the blankets and take Xiao Huan back to the room to settle her in."

Upon hearing that he had a new body, Wang Dazhuang immediately forgot his fear, and his soul brightened with excitement: "Yes! Thank you, Master!"

This time, Jiang Dusheng didn't tease him anymore. His scissors flew across his hands, and before long, a tall, handsome paper figure dressed in a tight-fitting outfit stood before him.