Rebuilding the Immortal Cultivator Clan Chapter 1842 - 1390: The Reason

The Bai Family Master was ensnared by a searing, blood-colored energy. It did not annihilate him entirely, but instead left him clinging to a final, fragile thread of existence.

Pressing her longsword against his throat, Jiang Fengwu interrogated him with a freezing tone, "Speak! What dark secret brings you to hide within the mortal realm?"

"Heroine, have mercy! I will confess everything I know, I swear!"

Terrorized by the lethal intent radiating from the blade, the Bai Family Master's face twisted into a mask of bitter desperation as he pleaded in a hushed voice, "There is no secret or grand design; I am merely a refugee seeking a place to survive."

"Hmm? You still dare to deceive me!" Jiang Fengwu’s phoenix eyes sharpened. Her piercing glare caused his frame to shudder violently as the edge of her sword bit closer to his skin.

If his only goal was survival, why would he stir up such a chaotic disturbance? A true refugee would surely have maintained a much lower profile.

"I’ll talk! I’ll talk!"

Recognizing that his falsehoods were failing and only fueling her desire to kill, the Bai Family Master abandoned all pretense and immediately confessed his objective.

He revealed that his presence in this secluded town served a singular purpose: the harvesting of negative emotions—fear, rage, and despair—from the mortal population.

This was the reason for his nocturnal prowling; by tormenting the mortals at random, he could amplify their suffering, making it far easier to siphon their negative energy. He was not alone, as low-level members of the ghost clan like himself were scattered across various remote villages and towns, all performing the same grim duty.

"To what end are you doing this?" Jiang Fengwu pressed further, a cold light flickering in her eyes.

The Bai Family Master shook his head in genuine confusion. "I truly do not know. The Ghost Kings assigned this task to us. They gave the orders but never provided an explanation."

She continued her interrogation; some questions were met with answers, while others remained mysteries even to him.

"I have told you everything. I beg the heroine to grant me life. I promise never to harm mortals again and would gladly serve as your loyal subordinate."

Though he sensed his death was likely, he refused to abandon even the smallest hope of survival, willing to endure the humiliation of becoming a mortal's servant.

"Hmph!"

With a cold snort, Jiang Fengwu ignited her Qi-Blood. She swept her blade in a powerful arc, releasing a crimson Sword Light that decapitated the ghost clan member instantly. No blood sprayed from the wound; instead, wisps of Yin Qi drifted into the air before quickly evaporating.

"If I were to spare you, how could the souls of the mortals you slaughtered ever find peace?"

Letting out a soft sigh, she went to find the elderly woman she had ushered away from the fight. Seeing that the woman was merely shaken by fear and physically unharmed, she felt a sense of relief.

As for the cruel servants of the household, they had long since fled in terror upon discovering their master was a ghost. They had vanished into the shadows, and Jiang Fengwu saw no reason to hunt them down.

Helping the old woman to her feet, she spoke gently, "I am sorry that your home was destroyed. Please take this Silver Tael as restitution so you may hire someone to rebuild tomorrow."

"No, I cannot accept this! You have avenged my husband and are the savior of my family; I cannot take your money," the old woman argued, refusing the gift immediately.

However, Jiang Fengwu firmly pressed the silver into her palms. The woman was impoverished and alone, her only shelter now a ruin. Without assistance, she would likely perish before long.

Furthermore, Jiang Fengwu had no intention of leaving just yet. She planned to stay in the city and wait for the ghost clan courier to arrive.

According to the information from the fake Bai Family Master, a representative of the ghost clan would arrive at the end of each year to collect the harvested negative emotions.

It was a pity he didn't know the ghost clan's base of operations; otherwise, Jiang Fengwu would have gone on the offensive instead of waiting.

As for the other towns suffering under ghost clan oppression, she devised a solution. She would contact local Immortal Dao organizations and task them with purging the entities. Since these were merely low-level Qi Cultivation ghosts, any decent Sect should be able to handle them with ease.

By now, Jiang Fengwu had already dismantled the Triple Seal Array within her body, reclaiming her status as a Perfect Earth Immortal!

She had no other choice. Who could have predicted that her attempt to experience the mortal world would lead her directly into a ghost clan conspiracy?

Had she not broken the seal to restore her Cultivation, she would have been forced to either flee in disgrace or march toward a certain death.

"If my memory serves, there is a Cultivation Sect roughly five hundred miles to the east," Jiang Fengwu muttered. She then transformed into a beam of Spirit Light and vanished into the horizon.

Moments later, she arrived at the gates of the Qingyuan Sect.

The mere release of a fraction of her aura sent the resident cultivators into a state of absolute dread. Many fell to their knees, trembling as they begged for their lives.

Jiang Fengwu frowned at their pathetic display, though her expression soon softened.

Upon reflection, she realized that anyone as weak as they were would be paralyzed with terror if suddenly confronted by an Earth Immortal of unknown intent.

"I have come because there is a task I require of you," she said, withdrawing her aura completely. She intentionally utilized a Heart Clarity Spell to ensure their fear wouldn't cause them to forget her commands.

"Whatever the senior commands, we shall do our very best!"