After A Max-Level Celestial Master Transmigrated Into The Body Of A Sickly Beauty's Substitute - Chapter 6

The ghost’s hand, cold as an icicle, clamped tightly around Gu Guixi’s wrist. As the immense force struck him, he fell toward the ground below, accompanied by his own terrified screams. Falling from the third floor, even if he survived by luck, he would likely spend the rest of his life in a bed.

The ghost’s face loomed larger, her tangled black hair and caked blood making it impossible to see anything but her features of pure terror. As her dress fluttered, her pitch-black nails dug deep into Gu Guixi’s wrist. Alongside the sensation of weightlessness and panic, familiar memories began to surface.

“You are!”

The next second, a yellow talisman suddenly appeared. Amidst the roaring flames, Gu Guixi snapped back to reality.

The medical equipment beside him emitted a steady sound. The hospital room was brightly lit, and doctors and nurses moved back and forth beneath the white ceiling.

“He is awake!” the doctor said.

“The patient was agitated; it was likely a nightmare. There are no other problems.”

After communicating with the doctor, Steward He called the Gu family to report the situation. Since waking from the dream, Gu Guixi’s expression had been bizarre, flickering between fear and sudden realization, his eyes occasionally flashing with hatred, looking altogether ferocious. Once the doctor left, he immediately grabbed his phone and dialed a number.

The phone rang and rang, a busy signal repeating until the system automatically hung up. It was not until the sixth call that someone finally answered.

The moment the call connected, Gu Guixi pulled a handful of black ash, the remains of the burned yellow talisman, from his pocket. Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead as he hurriedly recounted his experience. Finally, he asked, “Why am I bumping into ghosts? Is she back to take revenge on me?”

“Did you not say there would be no problems?”

The Daoist on the other end spoke unhurriedly, “If the vengeful spirit’s resentment is too deep, it is indeed possible for her to break free from my spell and come after you.”

“I do not care!” Gu Guixi roared upon hearing this. “Five hundred thousand. Kill her.” He clenched his back teeth, each word dripping with malice.

The Daoist paused, hesitating for a moment. He had faced off against people from the Lan family last time, suffered a backlash after his failure, and had to pay a huge price to recover; he was still incredibly wary of them. Sensing his hesitation, Gu Guixi immediately raised the price to one million.

The Daoist nodded immediately. “Deal.”

He still had not figured out what treasures the Lan family held, and he needed to avoid their direct interference for now. But dealing with this small vengeful spirit should not be a problem. After getting the result he wanted, Gu Guixi’s twisted expression finally relaxed a little. After hanging up, he hurriedly took out another yellow talisman and clutched it tightly in his hand.

After finishing his report to the Gu family, Steward He turned around to hear Gu Guixi calling him.

“Old He, close the window.”

The wind was strong tonight, and the curtains were billowing. Steward He walked over, slammed the window shut, and drew the curtains. When he turned around, he was met with Gu Guixi’s dark, inscrutable gaze.

Gu Guixi was always smiling in public, appearing like a cultured gentleman. Who had ever seen him so unhinged? Steward He felt his palms grow cold. After a few brief words, he hurried out of the ward.

Early the next morning, just as dawn broke, he was awakened by Gu Guixi. Gu Guixi had already changed out of his hospital gown and into his own formal, refined suit. Seeing him wake up, he said, “Drive me somewhere.”

He stood with his back to the light, his complexion gloomy. Old He stepped back slightly and asked, “Where is Sir going?”

Gu Guixi paused for a moment.

“The mass grave.”

Over the past half-month, Lan Ting had not only felt his body condition improve, but he also discovered that his meridians were inexplicably half-unblocked, allowing him to gather Qi. Being able to gather Qi meant his spiritual power could now autonomously recover to a certain extent. This way, every night in his sleep, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth would drift into him, and he no longer had to treat it like a disposable battery that needed constant refilling.

Although his injuries had healed and his life was no longer in danger, his damaged foundation remained difficult to restore. The delicate, willow-like state of coughing every three steps and vomiting blood every seven steps would have to stay with him for a while longer. The Lan family was accustomed to it, as Lan Ting had been sickly since childhood; they believed he just needed more nourishing and care.

“How is it? Did you eat?” The family sat in the dining room, asking Auntie Wang, who was in charge of the cooking.

Auntie Wang wiped her hands and nodded. “Yes, yes. I saw that the amount left over was less than what I sent in.”

“That is good,” Madam Lan smiled with relief. “You cannot skip meals when you are sick.”

Since returning from the hospital, they had discovered that Lan Ting’s personality had changed quite a bit. He had been such a pure and shy child, and although he had been rebellious for a while, his core could not change. However, since returning home this time, Lan Ting’s personality had become much more withdrawn, not exactly silent and not quite autistic, but everyone felt something was different. Lan Ting’s eyes seemed to harbor a strange, hidden loneliness.

The Lan family had worried for a long time, but Lan Lin finally said, “This is for the best. Even though the price was steep, it might help him learn a lesson.”

Mr. Lan nodded as well. He stood up and said, “Lan Lin, come with me to the study.”

“Yes, Father.”

Madam Lan put aside her worries for a moment and sat on the sofa, patiently knitting a sweater. Not long after, a servant approached, looking a bit awkward. “Madam, there is a guest.”

Lan Ting remained in his room. Once the door was closed and locked, no one knew what he was doing. His family thought he was licking his wounds in solitude, grieving, but in reality, he was sitting cross-legged by the window, lazily sunning himself.

During the day, there was solar essence. After choosing the right position, the sunlight bathed his body, and the mixed spiritual energy drilled into him. His spirit center had accumulated quite a bit, but his body’s capacity was limited. The excess solar essence drifted in and out, brushing against his spirit center, and when it could not fit in, it flew out in a huff.

It gathered into a faint glow, landing on his hair, his eyelashes, and occasionally a few grains fell onto his lips. The white strands of hair were dyed with a golden veil in the sunlight, looking delicate and fragile.

After a while, the youth’s closed eyelashes fluttered, shaking off the light before he opened his eyes. Everything before him was pitch black, a stark contrast to the warmth he felt on his body.

After staring blankly for a long time, Lan Ting blinked, covered his mouth to yawn, and lazily snatched a few grains of solar essence. He crushed the light between his fingertips into dust, then held it in his nimble hands, molding it into a lifelike golden bird.

“Gu Sheng Ling Mu.”

As his thin lips parted, the golden bird seemed to come to life. It flapped its wings and instantly sank into his right eye.

“Open.”

With a single word, the darkness before him was dispelled. Light flooded in, and the tall buildings in the distance came clearly into view. His dark pupils regained their luster, sparkling with the clear, glass-like quality of gems under the sunlight. The solar essence seemed to love his eyes, crowding toward them, causing Lan Ting to blink, and grains of golden light fell down along his eyelashes.

He touched the corner of his eye and, after a brief adjustment, shifted his gaze downstairs. At the same time, there was a knock on his door, and the servant’s voice came from outside.

“Young Master, the Gu family is visiting. Master said if you do not want to see them, just stay in your room.”

When the Gu family arrived, they were nearly kicked out by the Lan family. But this time, they did not bring Gu Guixi and used the excuse of a project the Lan family was currently working on. This project was very important to the Lan family, but the Gu family had a connection to it, which was why Mr. Lan agreed to the meeting. However, they took the guests to the study and told Lan Ting to stay in his room to avoid any unpleasantness.

Lan Ting responded, and after the footsteps outside faded, he turned his gaze back to the window. Only a few minutes later, rustling sounds came from the window, and a ladder was soon propped against it. Gu Guixi appeared at the top.

He poked his head in and whispered, “Xiao Ting, I am here.”

His tone was nauseatingly gentle. Lan Ting met his gaze without expression, which caught Gu Guixi off guard. He opened his mouth to say something strange and hesitant. “Your eyes?”

As soon as he spoke, he saw the youth blink, a flash of radiance passing through them, and then those eyes became dull again. Lan Ting tilted his ear toward him, a subconscious reaction of a blind person trying to locate someone, and smiled. “Guixi?”

His tone was full of pleasant surprise and expectation. Gu Guixi’s eyes revealed his delight. It seemed he believed everything he had said that day.

Watching him smile without reservation at his “blind” self, the smile at the corners of Lan Ting’s mouth widened. He turned sideways to let Gu Guixi climb in through the window. As he turned, he locked eyes with the female ghost.

He glanced past her and asked gently, “You smell like cigarette ash.”

Actually, it was not cigarette ash. The scent left behind after paper was burned was more like paper money.

Feeling guilty and went to pay your respects?

Lan Ting cast a cryptic glance at the female ghost. He did not know what she had been through, but her state upon this reunion was extremely weak, her ghost form nothing but a shadow. If not for the heart blood connecting her to Gu Guixi, she should have long ago vanished into smoke. She had lost most of her Yin energy, yet she stubbornly continued to cling to Gu Guixi, unwilling to leave. Without strength, Yang energy was lethal to her.

Not noticing Lan Ting’s gaze, Gu Guixi looked unpleasant. He tried to keep his voice steady and changed the subject.

“I missed you so much I could not sleep, so I smoked a cigarette.”

“Really?” Lan Ting asked hollowly.

Gu Guixi smiled affectionately. “Would I ever lie to you?”

What surprised him was that Lan Ting, who had not been willing to get close to him for a long time, suddenly walked over and tapped him on the shoulder. It was light and quick, gone in a flash. Before Gu Guixi could feel happy, Lan Ting moved away again.

Immediately after, a commotion came from outside the door. It was Mr. Lan’s angry voice.

“The Lan family will not cooperate with the Gu family on any more projects! Please leave, President Gu!”

The servant knocked on the door, and Gu Guixi was pushed from behind.

Lan Ting said, “My father is coming in. You need to leave quickly.”

Gu Guixi had no chance to react. He had not even been able to get to the main point before he was forced to leave in frustration.

Lan Ting’s right eye shimmered as he watched Gu Guixi’s back.

Gu Guixi had three flames on his shoulders and head, but only two remained. His Yang fire was weakening, while the vengeful ghost’s Yin energy was growing.

“Useless thing,” the youth muttered indifferently.

Just then, Madam Lan called from outside the door, “Xiao Ting.”

Lan Ting’s expression instantly became harmless. He turned, opened the door, and said gently, “Mother, I am here.”