Who is spreading rumors that my filial piety towards them has changed?

As for this town you mentioned? Although it wasn't my creation, I intend to cultivate it into my training ground.

It turns out that in the past, sorcerers would also call their territory "dojo" or "dojo." Chu Mingkong had thought it would be something like "shaman's field."

Witch Doctor Yifan... Witch Doctor Yifan?

"You mean to say that this town has nothing to do with you?" Chu Mingkong frowned and asked.

"Hmm? The changes in this small town are indeed rare, but is it hard for the younger generation to understand?"

Ivan chuckled. The truth about what happened in this town was obvious to him, but he didn't expect to encounter someone who was confused.

He felt as if when he woke up, everyone in the world seemed to have degenerated into mentally challenged individuals, capable of manipulating the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, but their knowledge was frighteningly limited.

"I thought it was just a new trick people in this day and age came up with for cultivation."

Ivan pointed in the direction where Joel was.

"That baby girl was a ghost baby formed from the resentment of someone who died tragically. Underneath a brothel in this town, there is a body stitched together with a mirage woman and something else. The ghost baby's soul possessed the mirage woman's corpse. In addition, there were some treasures buried here, as well as this unique time of year when yin energy gathers, which made this unique town possible!"

The ghost baby originally couldn't control the town's cycle of reincarnation. She cried blankly, and occasionally she would succeed. I taught her how to manipulate this change normally, so that she could continuously enjoy her mother's embrace. In return, I reaped boundless resentment from the ending of each cycle, summoned the ghost, refined the ghost general, and reforged my power. Now I can only walk the path of ghost cultivation, but with the help of this dojo, it is indeed worth a try!

I'm so kind, trying to let a baby in swaddling clothes receive maternal care and teach her how to use that power!

Chu Mingkong sneered: "And then the baby's mother was killed again and again?"

Although it was a loop that resembled an illusion, Chu Mingkong felt that Qiao'er was a living person, but one who was forever stuck before the tragedy occurred.

Ivan ignored his emotions and showed no concern whatsoever:

“Is there a problem? Although I could indeed teach her to stop the massacre before it happens, wouldn’t that be a waste of my time? This is the price this child has to pay, and it can also be seen as her revenge. I’m avenging this little darling!”

"And how did you help them this time? By drawing out Gui Chong?"

The soul fire in the skull's eye sockets flickered, joyful and excited! He praised it happily:

"That's right. It seems that people in this era still have some brains."

Don't you think the tragedy that happened in this small town is too heartbreaking? Even in my time, when we wiped out enemy tribes, we would leave women and babies behind, but here they didn't even spare the children. No one stood up for them, but I can refine their resentment and guide the people here to become vengeful ghosts to seek revenge and uphold justice in the world!

Then I will recruit these vengeful ghosts as ghost generals and ghost soldiers, and I can rebuild a ghost department in this decadent era!

Furthermore, this place is quite unique. I'm not sure if this is only happening on this one day, or if it will always be like this. Although the people who committed these tragedies are dead, each recurrence of these tragedies still generates resentment from the victims, meaning they can continuously transform into vengeful ghosts!

What this skeletal man said makes a lot of sense.

Of course, this only refers to his statement that the people in this small town died unjustly and no one spoke up for them.

They certainly died unjustly, losing their lives inexplicably, and even their corpses were used by the Prince of Jin's men as consumables for experiments on the Abyss Transformation.

They died under mysterious circumstances. If someone hadn't accidentally stumbled upon this hell on earth, who knows when anyone would have known that so many things had happened here.

Chu Mingkong, a man who always seeks revenge, even agrees with these tragic dead turning into vengeful ghosts to seek their vengeance, as long as the innocent are not harmed!

If a Taoist priest were to come and stop the vengeful ghost from seeking revenge, Chu Mingkong would even generously offer his support and go and greet the Taoist priests' mothers.

But is this skeleton man, Ivan, really as righteous as he claims to be?

Under the guise of goodness and venting anger for the miserable, they actually exploit the suffering of these people for their own benefit.

They draw resentment from the endless cycle of tragedies, ensuring that these people cannot find peace even in death; suffering and hatred can be used as tools for self-interest.

Chu Mingkong felt that the plight of the people in the small towns of Jin was truly tragic.

This is truly like chives; after one harvest, the roots are not pulled out.

We're just waiting for you to reincarnate, so you can grow another crop and we can harvest it again.

Its purpose was never to bask in the beauty of the sun; it was designed from the beginning to be solely for the resentment of being harvested and killed.

If one were to say when Ivan would feel sadness towards the people of this small town,

That will definitely be the day when this town can no longer continue its cycle and can no longer generate resentment!

At that time, Ivan will weep bitterly and cry out in sorrow—

It's okay if you die, why can't you start over and die again so I can hold onto some of my resentment!

"Your slogans sound impressive, but your purpose is to benefit yourself. Your talk of justice cannot represent ordinary people."

"Oh? Then how can you help them? Is an indifferent person mocking someone who actively tries to help?"

“I don’t think I can represent them. All I can do is stop people from making fun of their suffering and spit on them as well.”

Chu Mingkong's arm crackled with pale lightning, and a deafening tiger's roar resounded as a gigantic white tiger charged forward, leaping towards Yi Fan.

Ivan looked at the white tiger with surprise:

"Wind, Thunder, White Tiger, does the Earth of the Moon still exist? How can it still be used to enshrine such a solid totem beast?"

Surprised as he was, Ivan did not sit idly by and wait for his death. He raised his two arms, which were still connected by bones and flesh.

"Evil ghost chants!"

Clusters of vengeful spirits rose from the earth, and these spirits flew up and gathered into the upper body of a black demon the size of a mountain.

The wind, thunder, and white tiger could rival the size of an elephant, but they paled in comparison to the shadow of this evil spirit.

The demon was restrained by the thunder, and the white tiger's pounce was abruptly stopped by the demon's claws, which slapped it to a halt.

"Catch the sword!" Zuo Qiuchi shouted, tossing the Extinction Heavy Sword to Chu Mingkong.

She didn't follow to deal with Ivan because some evil spirits had gathered in the town, preparing to harvest the resentment and gather the leeks (a metaphor for exploiting others). She had to protect Qiao'er.

After Chu Mingkong took the sword, he quickly swung it!

A massive sword light descended from the sky, like a crescent moon falling from the heavens, possessing boundless power.

Undeterred, Ivan chanted a spell softly, and a blurry shield appeared before him. The sword light passed right through him without causing him any harm.

The feeling was like slashing at an ethereal, ghostly being with an ordinary iron sword.

"Your weapon skills are quite good, but unfortunately, ghost cultivators are least afraid of brutes!"

"Back then in the palace, they summoned the ghost of that ancient emperor to counter my weaponry skills?"

Muttering to himself, Chu Mingkong had already arrived in front of Yi Fan, his heart completely unmoved, simply because Yi Fan had a multitude of tricks up his sleeve.

Chu Mingkong mustered his strength in his jaw muscles and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva with exceptional skill. The saliva shot out faster than an arrow, and as the distance closed, Ivan was unable to dodge it. His skull was pierced through, and the decaying power of the extreme Yin energy was immediately revealed.

As Ivan watched the shield being pierced by the trickery of a mere child, he spat out a mouthful of water, and the soul fire in his eye sockets finally showed violent fluctuations.

"...The power of extreme Yin! There's already a way to utilize this power?!"

Distraction comes at a price; that spit had just pierced through his ghost cultivator shield, and another sword strike coming straight at him sliced ​​off half of Ivan's body.

Ivan dodged aside, creating distance, glanced at the town below, and, assessing the impending start of another cycle, suddenly burst into laughter:

"It's no use. As long as this town's cycle continues, I can always have enough resentment to replenish myself!"

However, this cycle of reincarnation could not be wasted. He manipulated the shadow of the evil spirit, which was the size of a mountain. The evil spirit swung its arm and swept it, intending to indiscriminately harvest the people there!

Chapter Thirty-Three: Burying the Unfilial!

Offense is much easier than defense when there is no preparation, especially when the attacking side is trying to destroy their own base.

While it may seem like Ivan is simply reaping indiscriminately, he has a scheme in mind. He chose to attack from a direction that Zuo Qiuchi couldn't reach. If she were to go and support other places, then Qiao'er would be in trouble.

In this battle, Ivan's victory was easy. The town's reincarnation was imminent. As long as Ivan could collect the resentment of a few lives in this reincarnation, he would be in a good position no matter what!

Zuo Qiuchi glanced at Qiao'er behind her out of the corner of her eye, and murmured:

"If we can't protect all of them, then we'll protect as much as we can..."

Chu Mingkong didn't want to put pressure on Zuo Qiuchi, so he shouted, "It's alright! Just protect Qiao'er! I'll just knock away whatever resentment he gets!"

Ivan laughed loudly, his jaw agape, making one wonder where his voice was coming from.

"Are you only protecting the mother of that ghost baby? You sympathize with these poor people, but why only focus on a few? In the end, you also think the people here aren't human, so why are you interfering with my collecting resentment? Who does this hurt? The people in this town have already been hurt beyond repair!"

Chu Mingkong sent Yifan flying with a single palm strike, the palm print on his body emanating an extremely yin aura. There was reason to believe that although the ancient witch tribes couldn't use extremely yin power, they had devised ways to suppress its effects; the damage caused by those palm strikes was less than Chu Mingkong had anticipated!

"Did your ancient shamanic tribes specialize in moral discourse?"

Unfortunately, your attempts to manipulate me with your thoughts have no effect on me. I'm the kind of person who's loyal to whoever benefits me. I will do my best not to let down those who are related to me and who are kind to me, but those who are unrelated to me can only come second. Nothing can come before those who are related to me.

And the morality you speak of is nothing more than assuming that what serves your own interests is morality, and exposing your darkness is immoral. I don't quite understand why you're so insistent on erecting a facade of righteousness to whitewash yourselves.

As for the people in the town that Ivan mentioned, they are already dead...

Indeed, everyone here was long dead, even Joel, who had spoken to him with a smile and sold him the handkerchief...

But who said that death is insignificant, because these ordinary people have died, so it doesn't matter if we mess with their dignity after death?

Even a ruthless horse hunter like him wouldn't pursue the responsibility for the orphan's dead horse when he saw the silly orphan.

Do ordinary people deserve to be denied peace even after death?

Ivan's figure flashed, and he once again used the magic shield to avoid Chu Mingkong's sword strike. Although he had the strength of a thousand pounds, it was like a fist hitting cotton, unable to hit the target.

However, Chu Mingkong also came up with a new way to deal with it on the spot. He kept an eye on Yi Fan's dodge and had already prepared to aim in advance!

The instant his sword strike missed, he drew his bow and fired in rapid succession. Several golden arrows, like rainbows piercing the sun, pierced through Ivan's torso almost at the same moment Ivan's figure reappeared.

If there were any onlookers, they would surely think that Chu Mingkong was like a prophet, or that Ivan deliberately dodged into his arrow.

"An arrow that touched the Golden Crow Jade Marrow... Kid, your skills surprise me."

Ivan's skeletal hand touched his arrow wound, and looking at the extreme yang energy in his palm, the soul flames flickering in his eye sockets became solemn.

"However, how long can you hold out? It seems that people of later generations have long forgotten that when facing a powerful sorcerer, if you cannot defeat him immediately, you should run away!"

Suddenly, the atmosphere around them took on an ancient feel, with ghostly figures looming all around and the sacrificial dance growing ever more intense.

Chu Mingkong suddenly realized something. Before he saw Uncle Wei Zhong invite that ghost cultivator, there were similar phantoms and sounds around him. He thought that these were just gimmicks to create an atmosphere.

In reality, these shadows are indeed summoned to assist the sorcerer, and these shadows themselves will even continuously help the sorcerer summon gods. However, sorcery has degenerated to this day, and many things have been lost.

If this continues, a one-on-one fight with a sorcerer will likely result in being ganged up on!

In the town, Zuo Qiuchi used his fingertip sword energy to stop the sweeping force of the mountain demon's shadow from a great distance. It did manage to hinder it to some extent, but the effect was limited.

The dead townspeople transformed into millions of vengeful spirits that rose into the sky and gathered on Ivan's body. With each gathering, his body would be repaired a little.

Ivan let out a hearty and comfortable groan, then said regretfully, "It's a pity that the collected essence is too little to rebuild the flesh and blood ghost body. I can only condense a little bit of flesh to hang on my body!"