Ghost Catching System

There were many Corpse Monkeys here; if they could all be killed, one could definitely obtain a considerable amount of Experience Points.

Therefore, Chu Hao said to the System, ”System, purchase the Nine Suns Thunderstrike Talisman.”

”Ding... Host has purchased the Nine Suns Thunderstrike Talisman, consuming 3,000 Pretentiousness Points.”

Item: Nine Suns Thunderstrike Talisman

Rarity: ★★

Ability: A wide-range Thunderstrike Talisman capable of inflicting great damage on ghosts and Corpse Monsters, lasting for ten seconds.

Everyone was in a chaotic scramble, completely unable to pay attention to others.

The Corpse Monkeys were fragile, but their bodies harbored potent corpse poison. A Disciple of Qingcheng Mountain was carelessly bitten; his eyes rolled back as he fell to the ground convulsing. Soon, corpse spots appeared on his body.

Lan Zhen was greatly startled and hastily took out a bottle of medicine, giving a pill to the disciple, but to no avail.

Xu Chang said, ”This corpse poison is not ordinary; be extremely careful not to get caught.”

Lan Zhen’s expression turned grim.

Everyone was troubled. So many had already died without even a glimpse of the Golden-Wood Drought Demon. With these Corpse Monkeys swarming everywhere, how could they possibly deal with them?

”Jade Purity and Primordial Azure, True Talisman proclaiming allegiance, urging the shift of Dual Qi, melding into one truth, Five Thunders, Five Thunders, quickly gather the Yellow Serenity, swiftly as if by decree!”

A talisman could be seen floating mid-air, emitting a brilliant purple light.

”CRACKLE!”

The talisman suddenly erupted with thunder and lightning, sweeping across in all directions, with bolts as thick as little fingers lashing forth.

”BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!”

A series of Corpse Monkeys exploded.

”Ding... Killed twenty Corpse Monkeys, gained 20,000 Experience Points.”

”Ding... Upon killing them, a Corpse Transformation Talisman dropped.”

In everyone’s stunned gaze, within a hundred-meter radius, purple light flickered and thunder exploded, as if a Sky God had intervened.

”Ding... Killed three hundred Corpse Monkeys, gained 300,000 Experience Points.”

”Ding... Killed three hundred Corpse Monkeys, gained 300,000 Experience Points.”

”Ding... Items dropped by killing Corpse Monkeys have been collected into the inventory.”

”Ding...”

A series of notifications, and in the blink of an eye, Chu Hao had gained 2,600,000 Experience Points. Countless small items had dropped.

After ten seconds, the Nine Suns Thunderstrike Talisman in the air finally turned to ashes, its energy spent.

Looking again beyond the hundred-meter radius, not a single Corpse Monkey remained; only the scorched earth marking the thunder’s passage was left.

The group stood petrified.

Especially Wang Junshu; as a Mao Mountain Disciple whose specialty was Talisman Techniques, a core art of his lineage, he recognized Chu Hao’s display as a long-lost Thunder Talisman technique.

Chu Hao, with his hands behind his back, said indifferently, ”Continue leading the way.”

”Ding... Host has successfully pretended to be unfathomable, gaining 3,000 Pretentiousness Points.”

Xu Chang swallowed hard, glancing at her husband and conveying a meaningful look. This is someone we shouldn’t mess with, she thought.

Lan Zhen exclaimed in admiration, ”Fellow Daoist Chu, you’re incredible! You’re truly one of the strongest Inborn Experts among the younger generation!”

Chu Hao waved his hand, saying, ”It’s just a minor technique.”

He walked over to the Disciple of Qingcheng Mountain, who was poisoned, the corpse spots already spreading towards his internal organs. Lan Zhen quickly approached, saying, ”Fellow Daoist Chu, I gave him an antidote pill, but it’s completely useless. What do we do now?”

Lan Zhen was anxious; he was one of the disciples she had brought, and several had already died. She couldn’t afford to lose another.

After all, it was a human life; Chu Hao wouldn’t just watch someone die.

So, he took out the dropped item, the Corpse Transformation Talisman, and after forming a seal with his hand, placed it on the disciple’s forehead. The corpse poison in the disciple’s body immediately began to recede, and the Corpse Transformation Talisman itself turned pitch black.

Chu Hao removed the talisman, saying, ”He’s fine now.”

Everyone was amazed once again; Chu Hao was not only formidable in his methods, but his life-saving skills were also miraculous, inspiring awe.

Zhang Chenfeng and Wang Junshu clenched their teeth. The gap between us and Chu Hao is only growing wider, they felt.

At this point, it was impossible for them to turn back; they had to find the Golden-Wood Drought Demon.

The compass pointed to a cave entrance.

Xu Chang said, ”This should be the place.”

Lan Zhen turned to the others and commanded, ”You guys stay here and guard.”

The ordinary Disciples of Qingcheng Mountain nodded; their strength was too low, and they didn’t dare to go in.

Old Dog Zhang was also left outside; after all, he was an ordinary person, and his guidance was no longer needed here.

The cave was damp and not very deep. Ahead stood a large, withered tree, looking as if it had been struck by lightning. Its branches extended out along the rock wall. The tree trunk was so thick that it would take three people to encircle it with their arms.

”CRACK!”

The group tensed as they saw a humanoid monster peeling off from the surface of the tree trunk.

It was human-like, nearly three meters tall, its body composed entirely of withered wood.

”Golden-Wood Drought Demon!” Everyone’s expression changed.

The Drought Fiend was a legendary creature believed to cause droughts. However, Drought Fiends were not like modern zombies; they were revived dead matter that naturally formed into monsters.

This was a Drought Fiend.

Who would have expected the Golden-Wood Drought Demon to actually be a dead tree?

The Golden-Wood Drought Demon let out a dull roar, emitting a powerful Corpse Demon aura that made their hair stand on end.

It was certain that the Golden-Wood Drought Demon had originally been a Tree Demon, which, after exhausting its lifespan, had somehow transformed into a Drought Fiend.

The Golden-Wood Drought Demon roared, stomping on the ground, and withered tree vines surged up from beneath the soil, coiling towards the group.

Lan Zhen drew a slender sword, shouting, ”Die!”

The Qingcheng Sword was a powerful weapon of Qingcheng Mountain used for slaying demons and fiends; each disciple of the direct lineage possessed their own, and this was Lan Zhen’s.

With a thrust of her sword, runes flared on the blade, capable of piercing through even solid stone.

When the sword struck the vine, it produced a spark but surprisingly failed to penetrate; the vine was as hard as metal and stone.

Lan Zhen’s expression shifted slightly as she circulated her Inborn True Qi. The talismanic markings on her sword flashed brightly as she fiercely stabbed into the vine, splitting it with a single slash.

But it had no effect on the Golden-Wood Drought Demon; there were too many withered vines, and they attacked the others.

At this point, everyone unleashed their techniques.

Zhang Chenfeng said, ”I’ll clear a path for you! Kill it!”

As he spoke, Zhang Chenfeng bit the tip of his tongue and drew a talisman on his Goldstone Sword with the blood. This Goldstone Sword, resembling a greatsword, was heavy and substantial. He swung it fiercely, cleaving through the vines before them.

Lan Zhen, overjoyed, charged in, following Zhang Chenfeng.

The Golden-Wood Drought Demon threw its head back and howled, sending out a sonic ripple. The noise within the cave was deafening. Loose dust and stones rained down from the cave ceiling. Undeterred, it charged fearlessly into the fray.

”BOOM!”

From its arm, the Golden-Wood Drought Demon lashed out a very long, withered vine, as tough as metal and stone. It struck Lan Zhen and Zhang Chenfeng, sending them flying, blood spurting from their mouths.

Wang Junshu took out a red talisman, reciting a spell.

Yet the ground churned, and suddenly a withered vine emerged from underneath, entangling Wang Junshu.

”Not good.”

The Golden-Wood Drought Demon pounced once again, its fist, as large as a boulder, hammering towards Wang Junshu.

That punch, if it landed, would surely reduce him to pulp.

Wang Junshu’s face turned pale with shock. He hurriedly took out a talisman and threw it forward. A defensive talismanic ward appeared, blocking the punch.

”BOOM!” Wang Junshu was still sent flying.

This was the might of the Golden-Wood Drought Demon; it was too powerful.