Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 1197: Chapter 795: The Demon Ghost Emerges (Part 2)

Underneath these forty-nine locations lie black, round ceramic jars, each containing a head. In their hollow sockets, eerie flames flicker, as if gazing at some unknown horror.

The jars and the dried wells seem to be connected by something, and the pervasive evil qi rises, swirling cold winds gathering above the dried well.

Inside the dried well, black smoke emanates from the jade box on the stone platform, writhing violently, emitting a spine-chilling hiss.​

Suddenly, a piercing shriek cuts through the night sky, a powerful force erupts from within the dried well, mixing the surrounding sinister energy into a black vortex. A blurred black shadow slowly emerges in the vortex, gradually solidifying.

The shadow is twisted, surrounded by dense evil qi, suddenly awakening the surrounding residents from their slumber, a creeping dread crawling into their hearts.

​The shadow flickers, the malevolent aura thickens, and the lush vegetation in the courtyard withers instantly, devoid of vitality.

Scarlet eyes open, filled with endless resentment and hatred, as if wishing to drag everything into a dark abyss.

An unknown fear arises in the hearts of the residents, who scream in terror, instinctively trying to flee.

The icy wind howls, and the residents trying to escape freeze before opening the door.

Their faces contort, as if enduring endless agony; their eyes gradually turn to a lifeless gray, devoid of vitality.

As vitality drains away, the sinister aura grows denser, thick as gruel, and the shadow becomes increasingly solid.

In the span of a breath, a tall, twisted figure formed from the churning evil qi, with edges flickering with ghostly light, appears. Its skull protrudes, its bloody eyes burning, its nose a black void, fangs exposed. Its limbs resemble withered wood, covered in black patterns, its ten fingers like hooks. Black mist surrounds it, chilling the soul.

The black mist envelops its body, with faint cries and anguished moans echoing within, as if countless wretched souls are trapped inside, enduring torment.

Just as the specter’s form takes shape, Lu Fusheng ascends to the sky, his expression exceedingly grim.

Evil spirit!

This is the legendary evil spirit!

Lu Fusheng is filled with dread and shock.

The Sea of Spirit has many legends about ghosts, but few have truly seen them.

Even Lu Fusheng has only seen descriptions of ghosts in some ancient books.

He never imagined that today, within the Ancient County City, such an evil spirit would appear. Despite being in the Martial God Realm, Lu Fusheng felt his scalp tingle when faced with such an existence.

"Damn it!"

Although terrified, Lu Fusheng steels himself and confronts the recently emerged specter.

He has no choice but to face it, with the Lu family behind him, and tens of thousands of people in the Ancient County below him, unless he is willing to abandon them all and escape alone, preserving his life.

Flames surge, the spear thrusts like a dragon, with its hundred-yard long spear beam piercing toward the roaring specter.

The fierce flames collide with the chilling malevolent aura, emitting a sizzle.

The spear beam quickly pierces through the black smoke formed by the evil qi, but as it reaches the specter, the specter, as if provoked, lets out an ear-splitting roar.

The roar reverberates, driving the evil qi to surge and spread.

The evil qi is like a cold tide, frost and snow gather wherever it passes, covering rooftops, eaves, doors, windows, ground, every inch.

And if it falls upon a person, an ordinary person would immediately feel their body stiffen, their vitality rapidly drain away, turning into a rigid corpse within moments.

Martial Artists could resist for a moment, but could not withstand for long; only the Innate Martial Artists could still control their bodies to flee.

As the evil qi spreads, numerous servants of the Lu family turn into statuesque corpses, plunging the entire Lu family into endless panic, everyone scattering and fleeing.

The city’s townspeople, by now, are already in chaos, a great terror descending, everyone desperate to escape.

Even the Heavenly Gang Stage Martial Artists, facing such an unknown horror, can only think of fleeing.

Lu Fusheng’s speared test did not inflict any harm on the specter, but instead enraged it.

The enraged specter, bearing rolling evil qi, charges toward him.

Facing such a being, Lu Fusheng does not dare be complacent; while blocking the specter’s approach with his spear, he controls flames to attack the specter.

Sparks swirl around him, each spark transforms into a fireball, hurling at the specter.

Raging fire explodes in the air, dispersing quite a bit of the evil qi gathering in the sky.

But such attacks are like scratching an itch for the specter, completely ineffective.

Moreover, as time progresses, the specter continues to evolve, its body gathering evil qi and forming scale armor. In just moments, a pitch-black suit of armor appears on its body.

And in its hand, a long-handled weapon is also taking shape.

This brings pressure to Lu Fusheng.

The human and ghost entangle and collide in mid-air, flames and evil qi blanket the skies, almost covering half of Ancient County City.

On a pavilion in the city, the ghostly woman sees this scene and lets out a giggling laugh.

"As expected of a Ghost General comparable to the Foundation Establishment Stage, Lu Fusheng, I wonder if you like my grand gift!"

At some point, Duan Qiaofeng appears behind the ghostly woman, speaking coldly: "This is not the time to be happy, there are still many troubles within the city that need our attention!"

"You handle those small fry, why must I personally act?" The ghost woman complains.

In Ancient County City, besides the personnel of major families, there are also people from the three major sects. They have stores in the workshops and rather a lot of people, and the Lu family still has people around.

Since Duan Qiaofeng has already taken action, he naturally hopes to achieve even greater results.

He wants to take Lu Fusheng’s life, and also plans to start a massacre in Ancient County City.

"Ghost woman!" Duan Qiaofeng coldly calls.

"Alright, alright, I understand! I’ll go now, okay? But I still need to control this Ghost General, so I can’t stray too far!" The ghost woman submits, though unwillingly.

Duan Qiaofeng snorts coldly, no longer bothering to argue with her, his figure flickers, disappearing into the dark streets.

The specter’s emergence marks the beginning of the slaughter, plunging the entire Ancient County City into chaos.

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Tianbao County.

Yang Zhenshan awakens abruptly from his cultivation, a glimmer of astonishment flashing in his eyes.

He descends from the bed, approaches the window, and gazes toward the south where Ancient County City lies.

"What is that?"

"Such sinister aura!"

He does not know what is happening in Ancient County City, but he can sense an extremely terrifying aura emerging from there.

Sinister, chilling, an aura that makes the scalp tingle.

Tianbao County is not far from Ancient County City, just over forty miles, and Yang Zhenshan’s spiritual sense naturally cannot extend into Ancient County City.

However, such undisguised and extremely eerie aura can still be perceived from Tianbao County.

"Something’s wrong! And it’s big!"

Yang Zhenshan doesn’t need to think to know something is wrong in Ancient County City.

Seemingly confirming his suspicion, he senses an explosive fiery aura emerging from the direction of Ancient County City.

No longer needing to perceive it; visually, it’s obvious something is terribly wrong there.

Because the violent flames have already blossomed in the night sky.

It’s not the type of flames that redden the night sky, but a kind of heavy, oppressive flame, as if shrouded by a layer of black mist outside the raging fire.

Causing the originally fierce flames to become gloomy and oppressive.

The sound of pounding on the door resounds, Lu Youning’s voice echoing from outside.

"Mr. Yang! Mr. Yang!"

The urgent voice breaks the nocturnal silence.

"Mr. Yang, trouble has struck the County City!"