【5】CultivatigBuddistArts,StrikigDowteEvilofteGostPa

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    “VajraTeique—se!”

    Justintime.Myblowstruckbeforeitcouldreajuringitbadly.Theghosthowled,thenfled.

    “Hey!Coward!”Ishouted,thensprierit.

    ButitfloatedwhileIran.Anditwasahigherrealmthanme—Icouldn’tcatchup.Ieragittoitsir,dehghostlyenergy.

    Suddenly,aswarmofghostsemerged—itwaslikeagangbinghisthugs.Luckily,theywereallStage-1,andIcouldhahemwithease.

    Themissionhadnowshiftedfrom“SytheEvilSpirit”tetheGhost.”

    Sesfromolddramasfshedinmymind—righteouscultivatorswieldingpeachwoodswordsandtalismanstoexorciseevil.Now,thecetodoitforrealwashere—andIwasn’tabouttowasteit.

    Twohourster,Icolpsedheghostden,exhaustedandpanting.EveryhostileStage-1gho