"She really is a spirit!"

Everyone's faces changed.

Because they found that without the cover of the Red Umbrella, He Ling was now bathed in sunlight, unexpectedly casting no shadow on the ground.

How could this be human?

"This is surely a ghost!"

Huang's face became extremely cold. With a tug of his hand, he had already added several Spirit Talismans, and said he was going to blast He Ling.

"Huang, this matter has nothing to do with you, stay out of it!"

He Ling said coldly.

"You were born a ghost, yet instead of reincarnating, you linger in the mortal world. I will capture you now!"

With that, Huang's Spirit Talismans had already been launched at He Ling.

It was precisely the Spirit Trapping Talisman, which exploded instantly, transforming into a cage of Spiritual Breath, attempting to ensnare He Ling.

"Courting death!"

He Ling coldly shouted, sending out a Blood Talisman.

This Blood Talisman was immensely powerful, transforming into a blood curtain and enveloping the entire square in an instant.

Even Huang's Spirit Talismans were quickly shattered.

He Ling flew upwards, unleashing a Ghost Claw in mid-air, striking at Huang.

Boom!

A loud explosion echoed, Huang was fiercely sent flying, crashing to the ground, spitting blood, trembling uncontrollably.

It was just a moment, yet it revealed He Ling's terrifying power.

"He Ling, why did you lurk beside Wang, what are you after? Why harm Wang?"

Yang Tian asked solemnly.

"Yang Tian, you're meddling in my affairs, I'll make you pay now!"

He Ling shouted coldly, extending both hands, continuously spinning.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Blood Talismans flew from her body, surrounding her in constant boil, transforming into Ghost Claws, blasting towards Yang Tian.

"Such a strong Blood Talisman!"

"We must escape immediately, or we will die here!"

"This ghost is more terrifying than imagined, she can act in daylight, showing her power!"

The people around all changed their expression.

Some Talisman Masters looked panicked, quickly retreating outside.

"Yang Tian..."

Wang Ying tightly embraced Wang Yue, feeling the breath of death.

She feared that He Ling's Ghost Claws would destroy them, and they'd surely die.

"Ling Ying, protect them as they retreat, don't worry about me! I don't believe I cannot capture this she-ghost today!"

Yang Tian said, then flew up.

Clang!

Yang Tian drew the Holy Sword and slashed forward fiercely.

Boom!

A resounding explosion erupted, Yang Tian's sword strike shattered the incoming Ghost Claw.

Yet still more Ghost Claws spun and boiled around Yang Tian.

"Yang Tian, you will regret exposing my identity!"

He Ling screeched harshly.

"What a ghostly woman!"

Yang Tian smirked coldly; at this moment, he dared not slack off, his Spiritual Breath within surged and roamed continuously along the Three Meridians of the Talisman Vein. These waves of Talisman Breath surged out, striking the incoming Ghost Claws.

Something amazing happened, these Ghost Claws were refined.

Originally blood-red Ghost Claws, now refined into pure white.

"Using one's own approach against them!"

Yang Tian waved and unleashed the flying Ghost Claws, roaring towards He Ling for a kill.

"Yang Tian, you're a Three Meridians Talisman Master!"

He Ling felt an unprecedented pressure, she stared at Yang Tian, and her figure flickered as she tried to escape.

"Trying to escape? Do you think I will let you?"

Yang Tian smiled coldly, operating Divine Sense, manipulating the flying Ghost Claws to strike He Ling hard.

Boom!

A resounding boom, the flying Ghost Claws transformed into a strike, hitting He Ling from behind hard.

He Ling was struck and spewed blood; she waved a hand, grabbed the Red Umbrella, and quickly fled outside.

"Humph!"

Yang Tian didn't rush to pursue, landing on the ground.

"Big brother, you're amazing, you can even kill ghosts!"

Wang Yue cheered and jumped into Yang Tian's arms.

Wang Ying and Ling Ying exchanged glances, secretly letting out a sigh of relief, just witnessing the flying Ghost Claws coming to strike, they thought Yang Tian couldn't resist, yet Yang Tian just a strike transformed the Ghost Claws into his attack?

"This young man truly is a master! My goodness, I have been in Talisman City for thirty years, never have seen such a strong Talisman Master!"

An elder excitedly exclaimed.

People around looked at Yang Tian with a gaze of reverence.

"Master Yang, please make sure she doesn't escape; she will continue to harm!"

Huang said, looking pale.

"Don't worry, I already know what to do."

Yang Tian waved his hand, called Wang Ying and the others, got into the car, and headed to the wealthy area.

"Big brother, do you know where she fled to?"

Wang Yue asked.

"Yes, she went back to find your father!"

Yang Tian said.

"What?" Instantly, Wang Yue panicked: "Big brother, you must rescue my dad, don't let the ghost take him away, my dad can't die."

"Don't worry, I know what to do."

The car sped forward rapidly, soon returning to the wealthy area.

"Dad, Mom, Secretary He is a ghost!"

Wang Yue jumped out of the car and ran towards the villa.

"Xiaoyue, what did you say? Secretary He is a ghost?"

Li Dan came out from the hall, with a shocked expression on her face: "Are you talking nonsense? How could there be ghosts in broad daylight? Secretary He just returned and is discussing resignation with your dad in the study."

"Oh no!"

Wang Ying said nervously.

Meanwhile, Yang Tian was already rushing towards the study, while Li Dan realized something: "Could it be true? Is Secretary He, that vixen, a ghost?"

Bam!

By then, Yang Tian had already broken through the study door; upon entering, he saw He Ling kneeling in front of Wang Huateng, tears streaming as she sobbed.

And Wang Huateng was sitting on the bed with a pained look on his face.

"Yang Tian, you've come! Why did you attack Secretary He?"

Seeing Yang Tian enter, Wang Huateng stood up.

Yang Tian said nothing, but coldly walked toward He Ling.

"Boss Wang, save me..."

He Ling's face turned panicked.

"Yang Tian, get out immediately!"

Wang Huateng said angrily, but just then, Wang Ying and Wang Yue rushed in: "Dad, this Secretary He is not human, she's a ghost!"

"A ghost?"

Wang Huateng stood frozen.

"Yes, she's a ghost, the illness on you was caused by her singlehandedly, didn't you know?"

Yang Tian asked.

Wang Huateng's face turned pale, and he shook his head: "I don't know anything, how could she be a ghost?"

"Uncle, step back!"

Yang Tian said, intending to hit He Ling on the top of the skull with the palm.

He Ling was already severely injured, unable to put up any resistance, and if not killed now, there would be no chance.

"Yang Tian, don't kill me, please don't kill me, I can cure Boss Wang's illness..."

He Ling blurted out with a pale face.

"Oh?" Yang Tian stopped: "Fine, cure Uncle Wang's illness now, and I'll leave you with an intact corpse."

A glint of coldness flashed in He Ling's eyes, but she obediently approached Wang Huateng, and without any noticeable moves, Wang Huateng's face quickly regained its color.

"Dad, how do you feel?"

Wang Ying quickly supported Wang Huateng.

"I've recovered mostly, I feel the suppression in my heart has dissipated, just need good rest next."

Wang Huateng's face had regained its rosy color, looking refreshed.

"I've cured Boss Wang's illness, please spare me, I promise I won't harm anyone anymore."

He Ling knelt in front with a plop.

Yang Tian's eyes were ice-cold, running Divine Sense as he probed Wang Huateng.

Indeed, Wang Huateng's illness had stabilized, but what puzzled Yang Tian was a scarlet red mist underneath Wang Huateng's testicles.

The scarlet red mist gathered inside Wang Huateng's testicles, its nature uncertain.

Yang Tian was puzzled because Wang Huateng's testicles were extraordinarily small, only a little bit big.

For an ordinary person, it should be impossible to be that small.

With Wang Huateng's testicles so small, it didn't resemble a normal person at all.

For a moment, Yang Tian was puzzled: "Could it be that Uncle Wang's illness isn't fully cured? Why are his testicles so small?"

"Big brother, what are you saying? Could it be that my dad's illness hasn't healed yet?"

Wang Yue cried out anxiously.

Yang Tian drew out the Holy Sword, slashed it towards He Ling, pinning it at her chin, coldly: "He Ling, as a ghost, instead of reincarnating, why do you stay here doing evil?"

"Don't kill her, she saved me, let her go!"

Wang Huateng quickly stepped forward.

"Boss Wang, you've treated me so well, yet I've harmed you, it's my fault!"

He Ling blurted out with a pale face.

"Little He, you've been with me for three years, even if there's no accomplishment, there's toil, now leave here and never come back to find me again!"

Wang Huateng said with a stern face.

"Yes, thank you Boss Wang for sparing my life."

He Ling stood up, planning to leave, but Yang Tian already acted, his Holy Sword flicking, carving out a Sword Array beside He Ling, immobilizing her.

"As a ghost, what right do you have to stay here? Let me send you on your way!"

Yang Tian thrust the Holy Sword toward He Ling's chest.

"Yang Tian, stop immediately!"

Wang Huateng shouted with a pale face, but it was too late, Yang Tian's Holy Sword already pierced into He Ling's chest with a bang.

But with a bang and roar, Yang Tian's Holy Sword was blocked.

He flicked the Holy Sword to see He Ling wearing a Spiritual Jade on her chest, with two blood characters "Spirit" and "East" written on it.

"What is this jade? Why can't the Holy Sword pierce it?"

Yang Tian looked surprised, exerting force with the Holy Sword towards the Spiritual Jade.

Bang!

The sound of collision rang out, Yang Tian's Holy Sword still couldn't pierce the Spiritual Jade on He Ling's chest.

Now, Yang Tian was truly puzzled: "What kind of jade is this? Why can't it be pierced?"

A trace of panic flashed in He Ling's eyes; she quickly hid the Spiritual Jade on her chest, looking at Yang Tian: "Yang Tian, if you want to kill, do it, but don't touch my jade! It's the most important thing to me!"

Yang Tian frowned, but then he coldly said, "Fine, whatever it is, let me kill you first!"

"Yang Tian, don't kill her, please, don't kill her, just let her go, my illness has stabilized, if you let her go, I promise to marry my daughter to you!"

Wang Huateng said anxiously, quickly blocking in front of He Ling.

Seeing Wang Huateng's nervous expression, Yang Tian frowned, and suddenly he noticed a lipstick mark behind Wang Huateng's ear.

This mark looked like it was kissed by a woman.

Instantly, Yang Tian's face sank: "Uncle Wang, the reason why you're protecting He Ling so much, is she your lover? In fact, you already knew she's a ghost, right?"

"Yang Tian, what are you saying? I only found out today that Little He is a ghost, I didn't know before!"

Wang Huateng hurriedly explained.

"Uncle, just stop covering it. Your so-called illness is not a disease, but from seeking pleasure with He Ling, letting her absorb Yang Qi. The lipstick behind your ear is her kiss, right? You couldn't bear to wipe it off, right? Additionally, although your illness has stabilized, your testicles are only thumb-sized, and inside them gathers a scarlet red mist, which is He Ling's Ghost Breath, proving you've been drained of Yang Qi by He Ling!"

Yang Tian said a sentence, then swung the sword, cutting Wang Huateng's crotch, revealing his shrunk testicles.

Seeing the thumb-sized, glowing red testicles, Wang Ying, Ling Ying, and Wang Yue's faces changed: "So that's why, no wonder Dad can't bear to kill He Ling! Turns out he was drained of Yang Qi! Yang Tian, what should we do now?"