After returning to the secret chamber, Fu Changsheng looked at the Patriarch Contribution Points which had surged upwards on the panel and was overjoyed. With a few more contribution points, he could conduct a fourth draw.
He did not immediately hurry to Daxi Village.
Liu Runzhi had disappeared at the foot of Luofeng Mountain. He feared that Li Wentai would not give up and let the Qi Cultivation Ninth Layer Tribulation Cultivator continue ambushing at the foot of the mountain.
Moreover.
The intelligence indicated that Landlord Fu's daughter-in-law, Autumn Cicada, had already turned into a ghost for several years. It's possible she had already reached Tier One Late Stage Cultivation, so he had to make some preparations in advance.
He flipped through the books that Liu Runzhi gave him.
He found that there were records of five types of Tier One Middle-Grade Talismans.
Among them.
The final talisman was called the Soul-locking Talisman, specifically designed for fierce ghosts. Even a Tier One Late Stage Ghost Cultivator would be somewhat wary of this talisman:
"This is it!"
Fu Changsheng decided to first create the Soul-locking Talisman.
There's no concept of time in cultivation.
A month passed in the blink of an eye.
The Tier One Middle-Grade Talisman was harder to make than he imagined. He nearly exhausted the talisman paper purchased from the marketplace, and on the last two sheets, he finally managed, with the help of the talisman brush, to barely succeed in creating one Soul-locking Talisman.
Looking at the ground littered with waste paper.
Fu Changsheng shook his head.
In the Hundred Skills of Cultivation, even if you have talent, you still need time to hone it:
"A month has passed, that Tribulation Cultivator should have long left."
It's time to go to Daxi Village to subdue that Autumn Cicada Female Ghost.
Fu Changsheng pushed the door open and walked out.
Upon entering his view was the Spirit Medicine Garden, already golden with ripening Red Marrow Rice, ready for harvest in a month.
In the fields.
He saw his big brother, Molan, busy working.
Both had separately broken through to Qi Cultivation Fourth Layer and Qi Cultivation Second Layer.
Seeing Fu Changsheng leave seclusion, the two hurriedly came forward and bowed:
"Patriarch, have you successfully crafted a Tier One Middle-Grade Talisman?"
"Yes, it didn't disappoint."
Fu Changsheng nodded slightly.
Big brother Fu Changren congratulated with joy:
"Congratulations, Patriarch, on advancing to a Tier One Middle-Grade Talisman Maker. Unlike me, who is utterly clueless about talisman-making, Molan, although a late starter, has already been able to successfully produce a Tier One Low-Grade Rapid Movement Talisman, using Miss Runzhi's Tier One Low-Grade Talisman Brush."
Fu Changsheng looked at Molan in surprise.
Before he went into seclusion.
Molan was still consolidating cultivation. Unexpectedly, in less than a month, she too succeeded in making a Tier One Middle-Grade Talisman. Truly deserving the title of a future Nascent Soul Great Cultivator, she learns everything quickly.
Fu Changsheng laughed and said:
"Good, good, our Fu Family has gained another Talisman Maker. I'll go to the marketplace later to purchase a batch of talisman blood and talisman paper."
Big brother Fu Changren, however, said:
"Patriarch, buying talisman paper is too costly in terms of Spirit Stones. After the Red Marrow Rice is harvested, the Spirit Field needs to remain fallow for several months. I was thinking why not plant Seven-Star Grass. It will mature in four months, and by then, we can make talisman paper from it. If the clan cannot use it all, we can sell it for a profit. What do you think of this suggestion, Patriarch?"
"Big brother truly knows the way of wealth,"
Fu Changsheng laughed.
On the other side.
Fourth sister was seen running over with a wolf pup in her arms.
Chasing behind her were two Fire Cloud Chickens.
Fu Changsheng found it amusing, instructed her a bit, and then headed straight to Daxi Village after descending the mountain.
Landlord Fu was the second largest landowner in Daxi Village, with a yard of three entries.
The courtyard walls were plastered with various ghost symbols, and the gatekeeper was a burly pig butcher. Though it was daytime, the place was fully illuminated.
Arriving at the back courtyard.
Landlord Fu and his wife looked emaciated, tortured into skin and bones.
Landlord Fu's wife, the Qin woman, pushed open the windows, glaring viciously at the desolate well in the back courtyard, plastered with layer upon layer of talismans:
"You vile fox, you were unscrupulous in life, dallying with your father-in-law, and even in death, you wish to torture me. Is that so? I just want to see your abilities tonight against the renowned Daoist Qin. Unless I make you disappear soul and all, I won't carry the surname Qin!"
Landlord Fu, on the other hand, was somewhat weak-hearted:
"Hush, it's almost nightfall. Keep quiet. Everyone says her fate is hard, she has wiped out her entire family. But you were insistent on believing that Eight Immortals Lady and insisted on marrying her to Chang'er as a Netherworld Wife, otherwise, we wouldn't have all these troubles."
"Heh, old man, how dare you blame me? Who couldn't control his lower half?"
"How could I be blamed? It was that Autumn Cicada, the vile fox, who seduced me. I... I was just drunk at the time..."
Landlord Fu knew he was at fault, turned his back, and said nothing more.
The Qin woman snorted coldly.
After waiting awhile.
When Daoist Qin didn't show up.
Night had fully fallen.
The entire Fu Mansion was ablaze with lights, bright as day.
At this moment.
A gloomy sobbing emanated from the ancient well in the back courtyard, then a chilling wind rose, blowing out all the lanterns.
Soon after.
Bang bang bang!
The talismans pasted on the ancient well exploded one after another.
The Qin woman, peeking through the window, saw this scene and was so frightened that she tumbled back into bed, huddled with Landlord Fu, trembling all over.
"I am so wronged... I died wronged..."
The mournful ghostly cries echoed in the rear courtyard.
Following that.
A white figure was seen rising from the ancient well.
The servants, upon seeing this, let out a cry and ran off in terror.
In an instant.
The rear courtyard became empty.
The white figure drifted around the courtyard, repeating over and over:
"I am so wronged... I died wronged..."
Fu Changsheng, hidden under an Invisibility Cloak, seeing this, sighed with relief, realizing this Autumn Cicada Female Ghost hadn't turned into a fierce ghost, merely driven by instinct to cry out her grievances.
Fu Changsheng stood in front of the female ghost under the peach tree, and spoke in a clear voice:
"What grievances do you have? Please tell me in detail, I am the Clan Leader of the Fu Family, and I will see justice done for you."
The drifting female ghost paused in confusion.
When Fu Changsheng repeated his words.
The female ghost just silently wept, repeatedly uttering the phrase:
"I am so wronged... I died wronged..."
Seeing this, Fu Changsheng murmured:
"It seems Autumn Cicada has no memories of her life, saved only by a lingering resentment."
With that, he flicked his sleeve.
A Hundred Ghosts Banner floated in front of him.
He infused it with a Technique, and Yin Qi roiled within the banner, forming a small vortex. The vortex emitted a pulling force on the aimless ghost in the air, drawing its form closer.
Fu Changsheng felt a leap of joy.
At this moment, the Qin woman in the main house, hearing sounds, peeked out and mistakenly believed the summoned Daoist Qin had arrived. She rushed out holding a chamber pot filled with black dog blood, intending to splash it on the ghost in the air.
Fu Changsheng waved his sleeve, sending a gust of wind that knocked the pot over, pouring all the contents onto the Qin woman.
However.
Because of the Qin woman's presence, the previously calm female ghost suddenly grew agitated, her eyes flashing blood-red, her hair transforming, and in an instant, she became a Red-Clad Female Ghost, shaking off the Hundred Ghosts Banner's pull.
"Roar!"