Surprise! The Fake Heiress is Actually an Ancient Master of Metaphysics! - Chapter 31

With a flick of her finger, Tan Lingyin recalled the immobilization talisman.

The female corpse immediately collapsed back into the coffin in agony, her nails gouging deep scratches into the wood.

Not daring to delay another moment, the ghost swiftly fled from the corpse.

A shadowy black apparition emerged, darting straight toward Tan Lingyin.

The ghostly figure was pitch-black, enveloped in thick, sinister energy. Under the illumination of the Divine Light Talisman, wisps of black smoke continuously seeped out.

Master Xuanqing grew frantic. “Such dense malevolent energy! Girl, get out of there now!”

Unfazed, Tan Lingyin held the Divine Light Talisman between her fingers and commanded sharply, “Kneel!”

The ghost hesitated briefly before obediently dropping to its knees.

Tan Lingyin’s eyes were icy, her delicate face as cold as frost. “The malevolent energy on you was formed from corpse-raising, not from harming others. I had no intention of tormenting you like this, but you refused to listen.”

“This humble one knows her wrongs,” the female ghost replied, her voice unexpectedly pleasant.

Narrowing her eyes slightly, Tan Lingyin ordered in a clear, authoritative tone, “Retract your ghostly form. Let me see you.”

As she spoke, the Divine Light Talisman at her fingertips dimmed.

Without the talisman’s suppression, the ghost’s sinister resentment stabilized.

Master Xuanqing watched Tan Lingyin nervously, too anxious to speak.

Was this young girl too reckless?!

Facing such a powerful ghost, she actually withdrew the Divine Light Talisman that could suppress it!

Such a fearless young fool!

The female ghost knelt on the ground, gradually retracting the thick miasma of resentment to reveal her original appearance.

She wore a bright red wedding dress, her black hair slightly disheveled, with waist-length tresses cascading over her chest and shoulders.

Her pale, oval face was framed by almond-shaped eyes, starkly black and white, while her lips were stained a vivid red, as if painted with ancient rouge.

Tan Lingyin spoke calmly, “You seem young. What’s your name?”

“This humble one was an orphan. I named myself Manao (Agate).”

“A good name,” Tan Lingyin praised, scrutinizing Manao’s face carefully while her fingers began tracing unseen calculations.

This time, Manao remained utterly still, kneeling obediently.

After a moment of calculation, Tan Lingyin suddenly laughed coldly. “To think there could be such a despicable person in this world!”

“You are pitiable,” she murmured softly, her voice laced with sympathy.

Manao looked up hopefully. “Can the Great Master help me? I want revenge!”

“Revenge? It’s too late. That person died long ago,” Tan Lingyin replied, shaking her head slightly, her tone tinged with resignation.

Manao pressed, “Then he must have reincarnated! Can the Great Master help me find him?”

Tan Lingyin refused coldly, “Past grievances belong to the past. If he has already reincarnated, you cannot see him again, much less kill him.”

Manao prostrated herself, kowtowing deeply. “Even just a glance would suffice! I beg the Great Master to help me! I’m willing to serve you forever, even if it means never reincarnating!”

Tan Lingyin narrowed her eyes, her fingers tracing another quick calculation.

To her surprise, she found that she and this ghost truly shared a karmic bond.

She took a few steps forward, stopping right before Manao. “Do you still remember that person’s birth date and time?”

Manao quickly raised her head. “Yes, yes! He was—”

With the provided details, Tan Lingyin began calculating the man’s fate at that time.

This calculation truly revealed something astonishing.

It turned out to be the fate of an immensely wealthy and powerful individual!

However, this person’s fortune was intertwined with bloodshed—an outright villain through and through.

Meanwhile, Xuanqing was still studying Manao’s face, quietly trying to divine why she had ended up this way.

In the end, he could only determine that Manao had been born five hundred years ago. Beyond that, relying solely on divination, he couldn’t uncover anything else. He would need to ask for Manao’s exact birth date and time to perform a proper divination and trace the course of her past life.

Master Xuanqing secretly admired Tan Lingyin’s skill. Just by observing Manao’s face, she had been able to divine her past—truly remarkable!

Tan Lingyin could only determine that the person had entered the cycle of reincarnation but didn’t know when exactly they had been reborn.

She spoke solemnly, “Wait here. I’ll go ask.”

Tan Lingyin stepped out of the formation and gave Master Xuanqing a slight nod. “Keep an eye on her.”

Master Xuanqing nodded, not daring to relax for even a moment.

Tan Lingyin walked to an open area nearby, took out a talisman paper, and bit her fingertip to begin drawing a spiritual sigil.

She intended to send a message to the underworld to inquire about the person’s current whereabouts.

It wasn’t that she wanted to help Manao, but rather that the person had indeed obscured the workings of fate, using despicable means to re-enter the cycle of reincarnation after death.

Raising a corpse was essentially a way to transfer all the evil deeds one had committed onto the corpse they had nurtured.

Judging by the malevolent energy surrounding Manao, aside from the resentment she had generated herself, the person had committed countless atrocities while alive.

Such a person had no right to be reborn as a human again!

As the founding master of the mystical arts, Tan Lingyin was determined to expose this loophole and ensure that the person atoned for their sins from five hundred years ago in the Hell Realm.

The bright red blood formed intricate spiritual patterns on the talisman paper, the lines connecting seamlessly in one fluid motion.

Tan Lingyin murmured an incantation, and the talisman flew out, enlarging midair.

A vortex appeared out of nowhere, dark and foreboding, exhaling gusts of icy wind.

“Who dares disturb my peace?” A cold, deep voice echoed.

The sound reverberated across the empty construction site, carrying an eerie, layered echo.

Tan Lingyin recited the birth date and time, speaking calmly, “This person committed countless atrocities five hundred years ago and obscured fate to achieve reincarnation. Please help me find out where they are now, King of the Underworld.”

“Such a thing exists?” The voice belonged to the King of the Underworld, ruler of the underworld.

After a long pause, the King of the Underworld spoke again, “Here is their current birth date and time. Their days are numbered—send them directly to the Hell Realm.”

With that, the vortex slowly vanished, not even giving Tan Lingyin a chance to respond.

Tan Lingyin frowned slightly, thinking to herself, Did the King of the Underworld not recognize me?

The talisman used to send the message to the underworld also turned to ashes after the vortex disappeared.

Tan Lingyin didn’t dwell on it further. Using the birth date and time provided by the King of the Underworld, she quickly performed another divination.

Sure enough, the person was nearing death—and they were also in the capital.

She turned to look at Manao, who was watching her with hopeful eyes. “Master…”

Tan Lingyin said solemnly, “I already have a general idea of his location. I’ll take you there in a while. Would you be willing to stay with me for the time being?”

“Yes, yes! This humble one is willing to serve Master in any way!” Manao nodded repeatedly, her excitement palpable.

Master Xuanqing spoke gravely, “You’re going to keep her by your side?”

Tan Lingyin replied gently, “Yes. I’ll help her dissolve her resentment before sending her into reincarnation.”

Master Xuanqing immediately refused, “No! Jing Yan must stay by your side in the future. That evil spirit covets him!”