Chapter 907: Ghost Mother’s Counterattack?

A fierce battle threatened to break out, but because the gap in strength was too wide, the outcome became clear almost immediately. Ye Wenxin effortlessly suppressed Ghost Mother, yet Ghost Mother still glared at her with bloodlust, as if her new evolution had only heightened it.

Ghosts were different from other races—they were born for battle and bloodshed. The more they fought and the stronger the opponent, the stronger they became. However, as Ghost Mother was separated from Sword Ghost, she could only display about half her full strength.

Ye Wenxin could never allow Ghost Mother and Sword Ghost to merge again. The resulting power would be unimaginable.

Ghost Mother bared her teeth and tried to bite her. Ye Wenxin casually pulled a handkerchief from her bag of holding, used her golden pen to write scriptures on it, and stuffed it into Ghost Mother’s mouth.

Ghost Mother, humiliated and unable to speak, could only glare daggers at Ye Wenxin. Immediately, curses from Ghost Mother flooded Ye Wenxin’s mind. Her expression showed no hint of submission. On the contrary, the bloodlust pouring off her intensified. It would keep building up until she found a way to vent it.

Ye Wenxin sighed. “It’s tough raising a ghost.” She had underestimated evolutions. It looked like this was going to be a long night.

She rummaged through her bag again, and a pile of daggers fell out.

“I remember this one is from Ling Jue, and I think this is from Qing’er…” Ye Wenxin looked at her dagger collection, testing their weight and trying to find a handy one she could use.

Ghost Mother’s mind sobered as she watched her. The umbrella sword was restricting her movements, so she could only stare apprehensively as Ye Wenxin arranged her in a 大 pose. Memories surfaced in her mind, warning Ghost Mother what the crazy b*tch was going to do next.

Still unable to speak, Ghost Mother whimpered, and her dark green eyes became pleading.

“Hehehe. You sobered up too late…” Ye Wenxin’s wide grin, coupled with her original form’s beauty and inherent charm, only made her appear like a ferocious monster.

She was the devil, striking fear in Ghost Mother’s mind.

But then Ghost Mother saw Ye Wenxin shake her head at the daggers. She nearly cried with joy, thinking Ye Wenxin had a change of heart and intended to punish her less that day.

However, immediately after Ye Wenxin put away the daggers, she took out another bag from her bag of holding.

A bunch of knives fell out of it.

“Hm… I can’t use the daggers on you, so it will have to be a kitchen knife instead.”

Ghost Mother almost passed out from shock. If she’d known Ye Wenxin could torture her in other ways besides “playing” with her, she would rather lay flat than be reckless.

Ye Wenxin turned her head and saw Ghost Mother’s absolute despair. “Oh my, you look so expectant.” Still, she was quite beautiful in that pose. Her armor shone faintly in the moonlight, fitting her curves and making her appear more warriorlike.

Ye Wenxin had actually chosen the kitchen knife because she worried she couldn’t pry away that damn armor. Of course, instead of telling Ghost Mother this, she lowered her head, using her golden pen to write on the knife.

After a while, Ye Wenxin held a scripture-enchanted kitchen knife in her hand. She gave it a few swings, the scripture dancing and glowing magically with her movements. Despite being a kitchen knife, it felt like a divine weapon.

Ghost Mother trembled. She was so scared that she possessed the rock next to her, but it broke not even a few seconds later. Ye Wenxin appeared with the kitchen in hand, her grin never disappearing.

“Don’t be scared, Gui Gui. I’ll be gentle.” Her eyes scanned Ghost Mother from head to toe, as if she was pondering where to slice first.

Even though Ghost Mother was a ghost, she feared her deranged master. She desperately wanted to back away, yet couldn’t escape the umbrella sword’s circular ward.

“Stay… stay away…” Ghost Mother said shakily, not knowing that her pitiful expression only aroused her abuser’s desire.

Ye Wenxin smirked. She’d picked the perfect kitchen knife to pry the armor with. She purified Ghost Mother again, preventing her bloodlust from becoming too heavy.

“Hehehe.” Ye Wenxin chuckled, thinking she was finally doing something befitting a Celestial Master. Ghost Mother, however, was unaware of her pure intentions. She assumed Ye Wenxin could no longer tolerate her and was planning to cut her into slices to eat.

Feeling so trapped, Ghost Mother started bawling.

Ye Wenxin paused. Ghost Mother’s acting skills had improved somewhat. She even learned how to cry at will. However, the more human Ghost Mother became, the more Ye Wenxin felt she should curb her properly.

Otherwise, Celestial Master Zhong’s most feared scenario—Ghost Mother and Sword Ghost merging into one—would end this world.

Mind made up, Ye Wenxin restrained Ghost Mother.

Ghost Mother watched hopelessly as her proud armor became like paper under the kitchen knife. It split in two, and she now resembled a de-shelled prawn.

Ghost Mother wailed miserably. “Someone, save me…” A ghost’s cry differed from that of ordinary humans. It resounded throughout the whole forest, alerting passersby.

Ye Wenxin was long used to Ghost Mother’s cries, flattery, pitiful acts, temptations, and lies. She had learned all her tricks. But Ghost Mother’s current appearance was too amusing. Ye Wenxin recalled those horror flicks she once saw, and one line stood out, which she now recited.

“Hehehe. Scream all you want, my pretty. No one’s gonna save you…” Ye Wenxin couldn’t hold back her laughter and even teasingly pecked Ghost Mother’s face.

Ghost Mother’s cries became more heartrending. “Witch…”

Ye Wenxin was about to strip the last piece of her clothing when she heard sudden movement nearby. It didn’t seem to be a weak opponent. She glanced at Ghost Mother before transforming back into Ye Wenxin.

And since ordinary people couldn’t see Ghost Mother, Ye Wenxin wasn’t worried about others seeing anything weird.

Ye Wenxin considered pretending to be a beauty taking a few dips under the waterfall.

But a shadow flew out, slashing toward her, ending that thought.