Chapter Seventy-Nine: Miss, Your Perfume Can Hardly Mask It Anymore

Zhou Jian consorted with ghosts, and his cultivation relied on summoning and commanding these spirits. Naturally, this practice provoked various supernatural incidents and unstable factors, making him a sworn enemy of the Supervisory Council.

This time, he had sensed the strangeness of the Southern District’s teaching building early on—even ventured into its core area. Yet he failed swiftly. By his estimation, the most terrifying presence in the core was that corpse, which likely ranked at Extraordinary Level Five or higher.

After such a setback, Zhou Jian was quick to devise a trap, aiming to draw the Council’s attention. As he quietly collected “highly gifted” ghostly creatures, he simultaneously ensnared the Council members. Although the trio possessed impressive combat strength, the bizarre environment played to Zhou Jian’s advantage, allowing him to succeed.

Now, the final battle had arrived.

Chen Nan and Lin En were both wounded, their injuries severe. Zhou Jian was about to completely overpower and kill them. Chen Yao grew anxious, but in a fight between Level Three extraordinaries, she was powerless—forced to watch her teammates being suppressed and defeated.

Recalling Zhou Jian’s recent words, Chen Yao’s heart stirred: Zhou Jian also feared the ghosts in the core area. Rather than dying at his hands, why not take a desperate gamble? If Zhou Jian could profit by exploiting their battle with the ghosts, why couldn’t she do the same?

Resolute, Chen Yao seized the moment, darting toward the last classroom at the corridor’s end.

“Damn it!”

Seeing this, Zhou Jian broke out in a cold sweat. During his first exploration, merely sensing a trace of that corpse’s aura almost got him discovered—and killed. If this girl...

He dared not imagine the consequences. Zhou Jian immediately abandoned Chen Nan and Lin En, rushing after Chen Yao.

Yet he was too late. As a Level Two extraordinary, Chen Yao was swift—within a blink, she encountered the foremost ghost: a long-haired female specter.

Bang.

Chen Yao collided with the ghost, who lifted her head. Surprisingly, she bore few characteristics of the supernatural—apart from a certain gloom and an odd stench, she appeared quite human.

“Ah... you... bumped... into... me!”

To Chen Yao’s astonishment, the ghost looked at her and, with great difficulty, uttered several words.

“A talking ghost! Level Three extraordinary—or perhaps Four?”

Chen Yao broke out in a cold sweat, realizing that she might die here. Manipulating threats required strength; caught between Zhou Jian and this ghost, she was outmatched.

“Fool, this is a Level Four extraordinary ghost!”

Zhou Jian arrived, and without hesitation turned to flee. Though he raised a Level Four ghost himself, it had only recently ascended and, due to incomplete cultivation methods, was weaker in combat—good for bullying lesser extraordinaries, but incomparable to a naturally formed Level Four.

Still, Zhou Jian was too slow. Just as he halted and was about to turn, the long-haired ghost flashed an eerie smile. Her hair billowed like a waterfall, instantly enveloping the entire corridor—Zhou Jian and Chen Yao included.

“Yao Yao!”

At that moment, Chen Nan and Lin En arrived, only to witness the long-haired ghost unleashing her power.

“Damn it.”

Zhou Jian cursed, forced to summon his bloated ghost to fight. The long-haired ghost, expressionless, merely split her hair into two strands, launching attacks at Zhou Jian and his ghost—facing two opponents without losing ground.

Zhou Jian felt utterly exhausted. Blaming that woman for provoking the most terrifying presence, he knew now everyone would perish here.

Yet something even more despairing happened. The classroom door opposite the ghost creaked open, and out stepped a handsome young student.

“Hell, a mature Level Four evil ghost!”

Zhou Jian had crossed paths with this boy in his initial probe and knew he was closely linked to the corpse. His strength far surpassed the long-haired ghost. Facing two Level Four extraordinaries, Zhou Jian experienced true hopelessness.

“Hm? What’s going on here?”

Just then, a strong, unfamiliar voice rang out. For Zhou Jian, it was even more bizarre—what kind of place was this, and how could there be a third party?

“Miss, stop fighting! The perfume can hardly mask the smell anymore.”

The strange voice sounded again, leaving Zhou Jian utterly perplexed. Who was he talking to?

Chen Yao had already lost hope—especially when the classroom door opened, expecting something even more terrifying to emerge. Yet, to her surprise, beside the unknown boy stood Qin Jing.

Instantly, her hope soared anew, only to hear Qin Jing address the long-haired ghost as “Miss” and uttering various odd remarks.

Perfume? What could that mean?

Chen Yao sniffed lightly. As a girl, she immediately recognized the scent—on the ghost was the newest Chanel perfume.

“A female ghost... actually wears perfume?”

Stammering in disbelief, Chen Yao felt her worldview shatter.

Even more startling, upon hearing Qin Jing’s voice, the long-haired ghost actually retracted her “black, straight hair,” looked at Qin Jing, and spoke hoarsely: “...perfume, more...”

“Hell, this guy is selling things to ghosts now?”

Even the always composed Lin En lost her calm. The events unfolding before her were too mind-bending. Ghosts, formed of resentment, had always been irrational—since when could one trade with them? And what were they selling? Perfume and luxury goods? Heaven help us, what had this world become?

“So this is your mortal enemy, Zhou Jian? A ghost cultivator?”

As the scene fell into a momentary hush, Qin Jing glanced thoughtfully at the highly guarded Zhou Jian and asked Chen Yao.

Chen Yao nodded hurriedly. “Yes, he’s a wanted criminal. Qin Jing, can you help us capture him?”

In any other setting, Chen Yao would never have spoken so casually. Within the Council, she was a rare prodigy—beauty, strength, and lineage all unrivaled, pursued by countless admirers. But today was simply too perilous. Faced with the mysterious Qin Jing, her instincts pleaded for aid.

Qin Jing could only smile wryly and shook his head. “Big sis, I’m not a police officer. I don’t deal with criminals, and honestly, I lack the ability to catch him.”

Zhou Jian breathed a sigh of relief. He harbored an instinctive fear of Qin Jing, who could stand beside that boy.

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