Ghost Catching System

Holy City.

In a quiet corner of the Holy City, by a river, there lies the ancient relic of the Undying Sect.

A wrinkled frog surfaced on the water, muttering to itself, ”The Bloodline Inheritance has begun, young master, are you ready?”

A Netherworld Person, enveloped in the aura of death, stepped onto the shore from the river. It was a corpse, with a heavy corpse aura, turning the lake water pitch black and filled with death.

The Netherworld Person’s body was once refined with Underworld River Water, turning the entire river a shade of dark green.

A trace of life-fire appeared in the eyes of the Netherworld Person; this was extraordinary—one could say the Undying Sect had taken corpse refinement to the pinnacle.

”I cannot accompany you, young master; be extra cautious on this journey.” said the Old Green Frog.

The Netherworld Person seemed not to hear, nor did it respond, as it set off.

In the mountainous region of the Holy City, the rivers and hills are deeply hidden. Some mountain ranges have holes everywhere, where people once entered seeking treasure and never returned.

This place was once haunted; some say the Holy City once housed humans and perhaps the ghosts of the Holy City linger.

At this moment, footsteps were heard in the cave tunnels, with whispers suggesting someone was being sent off.

Inside the cave, a group appeared carrying a sedan chair; the carriers were stout, yet their faces were pale, lifeless, and hollow-eyed.

Seated on the sedan was a person, beautifully sorrowful, with long hair draping down, difficult to discern whether male or female!

The person on the sedan wore red clothes, incredibly sorrowful in appearance. If anyone were present, they’d find it hard to distinguish their gender; this person held a folding fan, pointing forward as the carriers slowly departed.

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The ruins of the Holy City extended vastly; in one place, a tremor shook the earth veins, and from deep underground, a coffin emerged!

The coffin lid fell to the ground with a ”bang,” and an ancient woman, dressed in white, emerged from within.

She seemed long deprived of sunlight, her skin lifelessly pale yet eerily beautiful; her red lips enticing, body proportions stunningly incredible.

This sorrowfully beautiful woman in white spoke softly, her voice pleasing yet bitter: ”Born into the world, alas for this life! I am no longer human.”

With her hands behind her back, she took an incredible step several meters forward, disappearing in an instant.

A man in the ruins witnessed the woman’s silhouette flicker, disappearing in a blink, thinking his mind was playing tricks.

A man nervously grasped his companion, saying, ”I think, I just saw, a woman in ancient clothing fly past.”

His companion displeased, replied, ”Damn! It’s broad daylight, don’t scare me; nobody in this world can fly—unless it’s a ghost.”

”Ghost! Yes, it must be a ghost; I did not see wrong.”

”You’re crazy! Where are ghosts in broad daylight? Ghosts only appear at night.”

In the Holy City, similar situations occurred in various places; mysterious figures kept appearing.

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”Farewell, Lord Qi Tian.”

Qi Tian floated in mid-air, a man with an imposing stature, handsome features, eight feet tall, looking up at the sky.

The sun scorched intensely, but Qi Tian’s ghostly body was unaffected! He exuded a holy aura, making one doubt whether he was really a ghost.

Qi Tian looked at his own body, coldly saying, ”To be reborn, yet not human; this is the shame of my life as Qi Tian.”

An old woman emerged, leaning on a cane, with a deathly pale face, shaking her head, ”This is not shame.”

Qi Tian glanced at the old woman, saying, ”Grandma, I once dominated the young generation in the Yin and Yang Realm, unmatched in the world, now reduced to hiding—if this isn’t shame, then what is?”

The old woman sighed, ”Tian’er, do you know how many tried to bury themselves to avoid that great catastrophe, wishing to emerge in this era, yet so few succeeded until now.”

Qi Tian dissatisfied with his current self, said, ”If I can’t live, I’d rather reincarnate.”

The old woman said, ”Don’t be impatient, Tian’er; you need to go within the Bloodline Inheritance to find Emperor Shun’s Human Rebirth Technique; with it, our lineage can be revived.”

Qi Tian looked astonished, ”Grandma, does such a Yin-Yang Technique really exist?”

The old woman smiled, ”Indeed, Emperor Shun created the Human Rebirth Technique, reviving the Suiren Clan and defeating the First Ghost.”

Qi Tian’s heart trembled in awe; what immense strength it must have taken to create such a Yin-Yang Technique.

The old woman smiled, ”You were the strongest in that era; believe there won’t be anyone able to stop you. I won’t accompany you this time.”

Qi Tian asked, ”Grandma, where are you going?”

The old woman grinned mysteriously, ”Once you find the Human Rebirth Technique, our lineage will need living bodies; I’m out to find suitable bodies for you.”

Qi Tian, excited, set off with a group of ghosts.

”I must find the Human Rebirth Technique, and whoever blocks my way, I shall kill.” So thought Qi Tian.

Qi Tian flew in the sky, unbothered by the sun, mumbling, ”These ghosts flying save quite a lot of trouble.”

Qi Tian finally arrived near the Crystal Tower, his eyes shining sharply, saying, ”Gu Yan! Hope you are here too.”

Qi Tian stepped into the Crystal Tower, vanished.

Someone rubbed their eyes, saying, ”Did I see wrong? Just now, I saw a group of ancients enter the tower.”

”I saw a group of ancients entering too; my Heavenly Eye sees they are not human, very ominous, seemingly ghosts.”

”Damn! Broad daylight and seeing ghosts, should have checked the almanac before heading out.”

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A flash of white light; Chu Hao felt a piercing brightness, instinctively squinting.

When he opened his eyes, he found an ancient path, a living ancient scene—bustling streets, city towers richly adorned. Right before his eyes.

Chu Hao exclaimed, ”What’s going on? Did I get caught in a Yin-Yang Illusion Technique?”

”Candied haws.”

”Buns, dog meat buns.”

Someone sold goods, old-time scenes not unlike many time-travel dramas, leaving Chu Hao utterly bewildered. Only then did he realize his clothes had changed—a simple hemp garment.

”No way, who changed my clothes? Didn’t feel a thing.”

Chu Hao was utterly perplexed.

A young voice appeared at his left side, ”Young master, this city is so big, where are we going next?”

Chu Hao turned to find a fifteen-year-old girl, with sparkling eyes and porcelain features—a beauty in the making; curiously observing the ancient city.

Chu Hao curiously asked, ”Young girl, who are you calling young master?”

The girl blinked, suddenly lunging, clutching Chu Hao’s leg, crying loudly in distress, ”Waaahhh… Young master, you don’t want An An anymore? An An is very obedient, An An will not cause you trouble, An An…”

At this point, Chu Hao was truly bewildered.