ROAR!
The Ding Ancestor glared furiously, one eye red and one black, both burning with rage. He tried to rip off the human skin, but no matter how hard he struggled, it wouldn’t come loose.
The skin crept up the Ding Ancestor’s arm, inching upward, wrapping itself around his body step by step!
It’s almost done. Tonight is the full moon, and when midnight strikes, the ghost gate will open. Then someone will take you into the path of reincarnation.
Don’t blame me. You’re the one who stole my black jade and sealed me in the tomb, forcing me to survive half-dead in this world. This is karma—fate decided it all!
The Daoist grinned coldly, his eyes sinister, his whole body shrouded in ghostly energy.
As he finished speaking, the Daoist looked at the Ding Ancestor being wrapped in human skin, his smile growing even wider.
Suddenly, the Daoist jerked his head up, his gaze locking onto the top of a nearby tree.
There, a lone figure stood at the tip of a branch, his silhouette thin and cold, exuding an aura of aloof pride.
Beside him, the full moon hung high, casting a faint silvery glow over his body.
Who’s there?!
The Daoist glared over, his voice low and angry, eyes filled with murderous intent.
Human-Skin Ghost Garment—what a twisted technique. I never thought anyone in this world would actually use it to try and cheat the heavens.
I saw descriptions of this technique in the Immortal Tome Pavilion, but never bothered to witness it myself. First, it’s low-grade and inefficient. Second, it violates human decency and the natural order. I never thought I’d see it here today." Evan Lin lowered his head, watching the Ding Ancestor struggle against the skin, his eyes utterly indifferent. "You spent fifty years picking corpses and mixing materials to create your so-called strongest corpse body? Ridiculous."
Evan Lin had read about Human-Skin Ghost Garment in the Immortal Tome Pavilion, but the description was brief. The technique is so low-level it’s useless against anyone at Foundation Establishment or above—completely worthless.
Who are you?!" The Daoist’s face darkened as he looked toward Evan Lin, his voice hoarse.
He spoke with a wary expression. Though his face stayed calm, a storm raged inside him.
This Human-Skin Ghost Garment technique was a secret immortal art he’d risked his life to discover in that tomb! To master it, he’d spent years living in the shadows, neither dead nor alive.
Now, with success so close, he wouldn’t let anyone interrupt!
Evan "Nine Mysteries" Lin.
Evan Lin lowered his head and spoke slowly.
The Daoist’s expression changed slightly: "You’re the one who killed the fourth-grade Vajra and Mystic Arts Adept Mark Mu—Evan Nine Mysteries Lin!"
We have no grudge, so why stop me?" The Daoist took a deep breath, face tense as he spoke loudly: "How about this—go your way, I’ll go mine, and we’ll never interfere with each other!"
If you’re doing this for the Ding clan, I can promise you: from today on, I won’t touch them again. I’ll even make sure they stay number one in Sunrise City, maybe even all of Seacrest Prefecture. How about it?
The Daoist’s mind raced, his gaze flicking repeatedly to the Ding Ancestor, who was still tangled in human skin.
The human skin had already covered a third of the Ding Ancestor’s body.
Just two-thirds more and the Human-Skin Ghost Garment would be complete.
Then all he’d have to do was abandon his current body and possess the one he’d prepared for fifty years—the transformation would be complete!
Just thinking about it made the Daoist’s heart burn with excitement, but he quickly calmed himself.
If someone interrupted now, all those years of effort would be wasted!
For the Ding clan?" Evan Lin shook his head slightly. "Their fate means nothing to me. As for your proposal, sorry—I can’t accept."
I despise the Human-Skin Ghost Garment, but neither you nor that corpse should exist in this world.
So, I’ll just use you to nourish my magic artifact.
Evan Lin’s tone was indifferent, and as soon as he finished speaking—
The Daoist suddenly sensed something, his face twisting in shock. In the air, three beautiful female spirits in palace-lady robes appeared.
They floated in midair and rushed toward the Ding Ancestor.
The Ding Ancestor howled, his voice hoarse, struggling desperately to break free from the human skin—but it was useless.
The Three Maiden Spirits looked like they’d found a long-awaited feast. Mouths open wide, they bit into the Ding Ancestor’s body.
It’s useless! That corpse has been hardened for over fifty years—it’s tough as iron. There’s no way you can devour it so easily...
The Daoist sneered as the spirits bit down, but after a few moments, his face changed dramatically and he roared, "How is this possible? Let go of him!"
The Three Maiden Spirits tore off flesh, chewing and swallowing it. Waves of baleful yin energy nourished their bodies.
With every bite, their forms grew more solid.
The Ding Ancestor roared, waving his arms to drive the Three Maiden Spirits away, but it was useless.
The Daoist pinched several hand seals, furiously drawing talismans in the air.
Five or six Soul-Suppressing Talismans appeared in midair. As the Daoist was about to strike at the spirits, his heart skipped—he whipped his head around and saw, out of nowhere, the youth at his side!
Evan Lin extended a finger—seemingly weightless—which crushed all five or six Soul-Suppressing Talismans in front of the Daoist.
Splurt!
In an instant, the Daoist was sent flying backwards, spitting blood. As he fled, he glared at Evan Lin with hatred: "Someday, I’ll remember this!"
The Daoist roared, eyes full of venom, and turned to leave.
But as he turned his head, he saw a fist flying toward him.
Boom!
Evan Lin’s fist smashed straight into the Daoist’s head.
The Daoist’s mind went blank, his whole body stunned.
He flew a great distance, crashing into a giant tree.
The tree trunk shook violently from the impact.
The Daoist spat blood, staring in horror at Evan Lin, who had appeared before him.
Too fast—far too fast!
So fast he couldn’t react at all!
What do you want from me?!
The Daoist tried to stand, but his bones felt shattered, pain twisting his face.
Evan Lin stepped forward, eyes cold: "Of course—I’ll feed my magic artifact with you as well."