Chapter 58 (2/2)

If there was a chance, he had to experiment with it.

Subsequently, Chen Hao took out the copper-coin sword and bronze Eight Trigram and started blessing them.

The spirit aura flickered twice, and the two magical artifacts became more powerful.

[Copper-coin Sword: Blessed magical artifact. Powers: eliminate evil, give off warning.]

[Bronze Eight Trigram: Blessed magical artifact. Powers: suppress evil, eliminate evil, seal.]

[Blessing depleted four years of Dao Attainment.]

Those two magical artifacts now each had two new powers.

For the copper-coin sword, eliminating evil, give off warning; for the Bronze Eight Trigram, eliminating evil, seal.

It was alright for the copper-coin sword, for the results were as expected.

But there was something magical about the Bronze Eight Trigram—there was now a seal on it.

Chen Hao was surprised to see this seal, because this meant it was a sealed ability. Moreover, it wasn’t just limited to spirits, it also had a suppressing effect on demons and monsters.

Chen Hao glanced at the black cat. Hmm, this little fellow is a demon. Should I try out the effect?

The black cat was feeling bored and counting its claws, when suddenly it sensed malicious intent targeted at itself. Fur exploding, it instantly leaped up and sized up its surroundings with a dubious and confused look.

Who the f*ck is having designs on me?

Chen Hao was surprised.

I was merely thinking about it, and the cat sensed it? Has this fellow become so powerful? Darned cat. I spend so much money raising you, and you’re hiding so many things from me, your owner?

But Chen Hao ultimately gave up on the idea.

Who knew if that seal would cause other damage. If the black cat was injured by it, it would be no fun.

He then took out the God of Fortune figurine to bless it. Coincidentally, this time it depleted three years of his Dao Attainment, and his Dharmic power was completely depleted.

But the effects were not bad. Apart from bringing in wealth and protecting the house, it now had the additional powers of eliminating evil and accumulating energy. It was now a solid Feng Shui magical artifact.

What this good stuff lacked now, was a rich man who had an affinity with it.

After his experimentation, feeling highly satisfied with the result, Chen Hao kept away his magical artifacts and prepared to take a shower before sleeping.

In the few days that followed, Chen Hao trained hard in his cultivation, practicing the use of Dharmic power every day. He would deplete and recover it repeatedly. He would practice combining his Dharmic power and Dipper Steps, as well as combining Dharmic power with amulets.

Combined with Dharmic power, the result was extraordinary.

His application of the Dipper Steps was getting increasingly strange and unpredictable. Chen Hao had even done an extreme experimentation and discovered that he could move three meters in one step easily—it was not something a human could do! However, combining this with cultivation, it resulted in rapid depletion. With his ten years of Dao Attainment, under normal circumstances, he could only practice Dipper Steps for half an hour.

Though there was some difficulty in combining Dharmic power with amulets, so he had yet to succeed in finishing one amulet in one shot.

Today, Chen Hao depleted his Dharmic power once again and finished his cultivation for the day. He was planning to bathe and sleep when suddenly he received a call from Zhou Gang.

“Hao’zi, I might be in some trouble.” Fear was evident in Zhou Gang’s trembling voice.

The shocked Chen Hao anxiously asked, “What happened?”

Zhou Gang said, “That headless female ghost appeared again just now. This time, it appeared at my home, giving Tongtong a huge fright.”

Chen Hao froze, instantly feeling angry.

Atrocious. How dare you frighten Tongtong? Even if you died a wrongful death, you shouldn’t be harming the innocent. F*ck. You’re asking for it.

Chen Hao said immediately, “Wait for me, I’ll come right away.”

After hanging up the phone, Chen Hao packed up his stuff, then went out with the black cat.

Ten minutes later, a cab stopped in the community where Zhou Gang lived. Chen Hao paid the driver, before hurrying to Zhou Gang’s apartment.

On the way, Chen Hao sized up his surroundings.

Indeed, there was now dark energy in this community, and most of it was gathered at the story where Zhou Gang’s apartment was located.

Chen Hao’s face froze.

No wonder there was a difference between wandering ghosts and ferocious ghosts. This ferocious ghost that had died a wrongful death was unscrupulous and did as she pleased.

Humph, I’m no longer a pushover. How dare you bully my precious little girl? I’ll make sure you don’t even get to be a ghost.

[1] a genre of Chinese fiction concerning the adventures of martial artists in ancient China