Thousands of Fierce Ghosts, Slaughtering the Villainous Flock

Warren Yuan finally started looking like he’d swallowed a whole lemon—nervous, lost, totally out of his depth. Mark Ma and his gang? Already grinning like they’d just scored free lottery tickets.

This bluish jade stone they whipped out? Their boss, Horace Hong, dug it up from some ancient tomb in Shaanxi. The thing glows creepy blue, practically screaming "bad news," and it’s a certified ghost-suppressing stone—locked inside is a century-old murderess.

Even if you’re just a regular Joe, you’d feel the bone-deep chill oozing out of that stone. Normal folks couldn’t see the ghost, but they sure saw Warren go from fine to twisted up and icing over, like he’d just been hit with a freezer burn.

Guy looked like he was about to turn into an ice sculpture, no joke.

Most folks just gawked, some even cheered for the Seven Stars’ sick magic tricks.

But the ones with real eyes? They were straight-up freaking out—a red-dressed ghost chick was licking Warren’s face and clawing into his gut like she was hunting for snacks.

That’s instant death mode—get grabbed by a ghost like her and even the top dogs are toast.

“Master Ma, you’re a legend! Total idol status!” May Wu snarked, eyes locked on Lily Liu like she wanted to chew her face off.

Meanwhile, Victor Lau and Bill Wu were just chilling. To them, Warren was the top troublemaker—take him out and the rest (Jason, Frank, you name it) would fold like a cheap tent. The Seven Stars had ‘immortal hacks,’ so regular martial arts were totally outclassed.

“Miss Wu, relax—it’s your birthday, so if anyone tries to mess with you, I’ll be the first to shut them down!” Mark Ma was melting inside, already daydreaming about hitting the sheets later.

The ghost was moving way too fast—Warren Yuan sucked in a freezing breath, clearly about to bite the dust. He frantically glanced at Ryan Ling, voice cracking as he croaked out, "M-Master, save me!"

The Seven Stars of the Dipper? Totally stunned!

May Wu, Bill Wu, and Victor Lau all froze too—jaw drop moment!

Everyone else craned their necks, trying to see what the heck was going down!

Up till now, everyone figured Warren Yuan, the big-shot Orthodox Unity uncle-master, was the leader—older, tougher, the top dog. So when he’s suddenly begging a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old kid for help, and even calls him ‘Master’? Minds blown.

Yeah, that was a total head-scratcher.

After a couple seconds of stunned silence, Mark Ma suddenly burst out laughing, voice sharp as a knife: "Warren Yuan, Uncle Warren, I used to kinda respect you, but now? You ditched Orthodox Unity to worship some snot-nosed punk? Man, you’re embarrassing yourself—and making us look bad too!"

When Mark Ma dropped the word ‘embarrassing,’ the whole crowd instantly started sneering at Warren. Some folks even whispered that maybe the Seven Stars’ magic was so wild, it had driven Warren totally nuts.

May Wu just started grinning again—she was already convinced she had this whole showdown in the bag.

But right then, Ryan Ling stepped out, face darker than a thundercloud, clutching his final trump card—the Ghost-Gathering Talisman. This was his last shot, and he knew once he played it, nobody in the hall would stand a chance.

"Xiaofeng, wait—" Lily Liu grabbed Ryan, worried out of her mind. She didn’t know what anyone else was packing, but Ryan was the kid she’d raised herself—no way he had some secret ace up his sleeve, right?

"Don’t worry, sis—I’ve got this," Ryan flashed her a cool smile, gently let go of her hand, and stepped forward. In a blink, he activated the Ghost-Gathering Talisman.

Mark Ma and his crew were still snickering, acting like Ryan was just there for comic relief. A couple even started muttering about how he was way out of his league.

But right then—bam! Black smoke exploded from Ryan’s palm, and evil ghosts from the Netherworld came pouring out in packs, roaring like wild beasts. In the blink of an eye, hundreds—no, thousands—of savage spirits were crammed into the middle of Prosperity Tower’s main hall.

Instantly, Mark Ma and the other six just stood there, totally brain-melted.

Orthodox Unity folks were all supposed to be ghost-control pros—guys like Warren Yuan and their master Horace Hong. But there’s an ancient rule in the biz: control three ghosts, you’re an expert; nine, you’re a master; eighteen, that’s the human limit. The manual spells it out—more than eighteen, you’re not even human anymore.

But here’s Ryan, and in just a blink, he’s got over a thousand ghosts pouring out of his hand—each one uglier and meaner than the last. Their brains basically short-circuited.

That murderous ghost who was showing off a second ago? She dropped all her attitude and started shaking like a terrified bunny, instantly groveling on the floor.

But those evil ghosts? Not the forgiving type. They swarmed her like a feeding frenzy, and in seconds, Crystal White was ripped to shreds—over a hundred ghosts fighting to get a bite, while the rest (like nine hundred more) glared at the Seven Stars like hungry wolves.

"Immortal, spare us! We didn’t know you were here—we’re idiots, we deserve to die!" Mark Ma was so scared he practically peed himself, dropping to his knees with a thud. The other six were already pale as corpses, collapsing and kowtowing like their lives depended on it.

"With scumbags like you in Orthodox Unity, it’s only a matter of time before the whole sect gets wiped out! Warren, do what you need to do. Being soft on snakes just gets you bitten." Ryan shot the seven a death glare—no way was he listening to their begging.

"Thank you for the lesson, Master. I’ll remember it!" Warren sighed inside, but when he looked at the seven, his fists clenched tight.

"Uncle Warren, have mercy! We’re newbies, just getting started—let us go back to the sect and we swear we’ll turn over a new leaf, no more evil stuff..." Mark Ma was so desperate, he was practically drilling holes in the floor with his forehead.

"Too late! You only get one shot, and you blew it. Still, we’re fellow disciples, so I won’t kill you—just shatter your Dao foundation. That way, you’ll never have the power to do evil again!" Warren declared, then swung his iron palm down hard.

"No—!" Mark Ma tried to dodge, but they all knew the deal: for a cultivator, losing your Dao foundation is worse than death.

But dodging? Not happening. Four or five evil ghosts had them pinned down tight. All you heard was seven dull thuds—just like that, the Seven Stars of the Dipper were flat on the ground, nothing but seven piles of useless mush.

Warren sighed again, dropped to one knee to bow to Ryan, then stepped back.

Jason Lin and zombie Frank Qin came over, clapping Warren on the shoulder. They might bicker all the time, but this battle had leveled up their brotherhood. Warren’s real-deal righteousness? Way better than all those fake saintly sect elders.

"Sis, I’ve cleared every obstacle for you. Got a grudge? Pay it back. Got beef? Handle it. Tonight, I dare anyone to stop you!" Ryan said, handing Lily Liu the whip again.

Lily Liu was floored. Her ‘little brother’ was suddenly mysterious, crazy strong, and all grown up. The look in his eyes set her heart on fire.

"Th-thanks, bro!" Lily Liu nodded hard, then marched forward, whip in hand.

Even though normal folks couldn’t see the ghosts, there were so many that by now, with midnight creeping up, the whole hall was drowning in rolling black mist and bone-chilling wails. Everyone dropped to their knees, shaking like leaves.

Bill Wu and Victor Lau were already out cold. Victor was foaming at the mouth, twitching like he’d just been hit with a seizure.

Meanwhile, the whip cracked again and again across May Wu’s pampered body. She’d never been beaten like this—her screams were pure misery.

"Boys, don’t just stand there—strip those rich ladies and have your fun! Tonight, nobody’s gonna stop you!" Jason Lin leered, spotting the vicious socialites hiding in the corner.

In a flash, Jason’s crew pounced like starving wolves, tearing at clothes. The thousand evil ghosts were drooling too, rushing in for the chaos.

Screams and howls blended into one wild chorus, the banquet hall’s floor soon stained red with blood...