This Taoist Master is too Frivolous

Any ghost that entered couldn’t escape his “perception”.

The moment the ghost Daoist stepped into the haunted house, Xu Yang “saw” him.

That familiar voice, that familiar face, no difference from when he was alive!

The intense emotional fluctuation caused the “Dream Creation Skill” covering the entire haunted house to momentarily shatter.

Ghosts trapped in “dreams” startled awake, some cried out and ran, some seemed stunned in place, and some took the opportunity to venture deeper into the haunted house!

After all, these were rules set by Xu Yang.

The deeper you venture, the higher the reward!

Any ghost that made it through the haunted house could even get the “ultimate secret big prize”!

As for what this “ultimate secret big prize” was, Xu Yang never announced it!

But there was a saying in the Xi Xia ghost circle: whoever can make it through the haunted house could be extravagantly rich in their ghost life. Some even claimed that the “ultimate secret big prize” was a Yin Treasure, and whoever got it could even become a Ghost King!

This information started circulating recently.

Although unverified, it greatly boosted the confidence of numerous Yin spirits, and many ghosts even came for a second attempt at the haunted house!

“Damn it!”

“You cunning bastard!”

Xu Yang kicked a vile ghost who attempted to penetrate the fourth layer of the “haunted house”, saying, “Today I’m in a good mood, I won’t hold it against you. Go get your reward from Xu’s General Store!”

With a thought.

The “Dream Creation Skill” was cast again, covering the entire haunted house once more.

As for himself, he had moved from the fourth floor, the deepest part of the haunted house, to the first floor, standing before the ghost Daoist.

As the old and young stood face to face, there was silence for a few seconds.

After a few seconds, Xu Yang smiled and said, “You’re back?”

Nixing what he had imagined – a great wailing, deeply emotional scene – Xu Yang just felt a little red around the eyes, and his nose felt a bit sore.

Looking at his grandson he’d worried about day and night.

His face was much mature than four years ago, and he also seemed more handsome.

Xu Zhiyuan revealed a kind smile, nodded, and said, “Yes, I’m back.”

Xu Yang: “Didn’t you suffer down there, did you?”

Xu Zhiyuan smiled lightly and said, “I’m the lord of a ghost realm down there, commanding hundreds of thousands of underworld soldiers. Who would dare make me suffer?”

“Heh!”

Xu Yang didn’t believe it and said, “You’re so powerful, but I never received a dream from you.”

“Right!”

Once the subject of dreams was mentioned, Xu Zhiyuan became puzzled and said, “These days, I’ve been constantly using secret methods to send you dreams, but they always ended in failure. I thought the Lu Shan Sect was controlling you, but clearly that’s not the case.”

“What?”

Xu Yang was surprised: “You never sent me a dream.”

“Whether I did or did not, wouldn’t I know?”

Xu Zhiyuan frowned in puzzlement, saying, “If it’s not the Lu Shan Sect interfering…then why? Could it be that some powerful entity shielded your senses and blocked my dreams?”

As Xu Yang heard this, his heart raced.

He felt a chill behind him, as if being watched by an invisible gaze, he whispered, “Grandpa, don’t scare me…What strong entity would bother doing such a thing?”

“It’s just a hypothesis.”

Xu Zhiyuan laughed, “Of course… it could be that you simply haven’t slept for a while.”

This sentence was meant to be a joke.

Xu Zhiyuan said it in such a way obviously not wanting Xu Yang to overthink.

But Xu Yang was taken aback.

Haven’t slept?

I…

It does seem like I haven’t slept in a while!

So, he quickly changed the subject, asking the old man a few questions about his situation in the “underworld”. The old man answered every one of them, and finally brought up the question in his mind—

“Xu Yang.”

“What exactly happened to you?”

“I know your natural abilities and talents. Back then, even if I had forced you onto the path of cultivation, you would have struggled to achieve success. Instead, you would have been dragged into the disputes between the Lu Shan Sect and the Jingming Sect. That’s why I chose to hide it and let you live a normal life.”

“How were you able to attain such a realm in a mere four years?”

Xu Zhiyuan asked a slew of questions all at once.

Xu Yang bluffed, “After you passed away, Grandpa, I was devastated. So I bought a bicycle intending to travel the whole country. But two days into the journey, an accident occurred, and I accidentally fell off a cliff into a mysterious cave, where I encountered some opportunities.”

This kind of trope is common in novels.

Suffice to say…if Xu Yang were to make up stories like this, he wouldn’t even blink and could come up with dozens of them in one go!

“So that’s what happened!”

Hearing this, Xu Zhiyuan didn’t doubt a single word and nodded, “It seems you’ve come upon a significant opportunity, even enough to change your fate. It’s not an exaggeration… When spiritual aura first emerged, I was a practitioner in my middle age. The reason I could rapidly reach the Divine Transcendence Realm was also due to some opportunities.”

“Those who became masters in the early stages of the resurgence of spiritual aura, apart from their own talents, all had their fair share of opportunities, big or small.”

The grandfather and grandson duo were chatting inside the haunted house.

Surrounding them, ghosts who had entered the haunted house were trapped within Xu Yang’s “Dream Creation Skill.”

The fear deep within their hearts was awakened, shrieking one after another, crying out for their parents. Even the ghosts that had entered the haunted house with Xu Zhiyuan were stuck in “dreams”, including those in red and the Ghost King.