With a single slash, William Clark felt as if he had struck ice; the sharp blade was stopped just three inches in, and a chilling cold seeped up the blade into his arm.

The Qi-Devouring Ghost counterattacked with lightning speed, another arm formed of swirling black smoke reaching for his forehead.

In the blink of an eye, William Clark drew back his blade and turned, but did not retreat. The blade flashed like fireflies, stirring up a fierce wind that swept through the chamber.

Night Battle in All Directions!

Countless shadows of the blade wove together endlessly, like the surging waters of the Yangtze River. The ghostly arm reaching for him was struck dozens of times in an instant, the illusory black mist rolling and tumbling, constantly spewing out red vapor!

The Qi-Devouring Ghost appeared to be incorporeal, but William Clark knew it was not, because he could feel each strike landing as if on solid ice.

As hard as ever!

As cold as ever!

He paid no heed, swinging his swift blade at the Qi-Devouring Ghost in a relentless assault. A dark cloud dispersed, and several beams of moonlight shone through the window lattice.

The silvery moonlight fell right on the blade, and instantly, a cold, icy radiance flowed along the sharp edge.

It had no overwhelming aura, only an unbreakable tenacity that not even gods or buddhas could stop. The blade’s light shone in the cramped ancestral hall, entwining the Qi-Devouring Ghost, leaving it nowhere to hide, nowhere to escape.

The sharp blade entered the ghost’s body, ringing out with a metallic clang!

As if chopping refined steel!

At that moment, in the chamber, only the movement of the blade could be seen, not the man himself. The swift blade moved ceaselessly, endlessly, cutting down the ghost as easily as slicing melons and chopping vegetables!

The Qi-Devouring Ghost was no match and tried to flee.

But it could not escape!

As the set of blade techniques reached its end, the Qi-Devouring Ghost was forced into a corner.

Lights flared in every house, and the final slash was delivered.

This strike embodied all his current understanding of blade techniques. The brilliance of the lunar blade enveloped his whole body, and as the long blade fell, his energy and spirit surged, as if something was about to burst forth from within him!

Sensing danger, the Qi-Devouring Ghost’s form flickered, trying to escape.

William Clark swung his blade in fury, his surging blood rushing to his throat and erupting in a shout:

“Demon, where do you think you’re going!”

With a resounding crash, the brand-new waist blade struck the ghost’s head and snapped in two.

The Qi-Devouring Ghost, like a tree stump under an axe, split apart with a thunderous crack, losing its human form and turning into a twisted pillar of crimson smoke.

The pervasive gloom in the chamber dissipated.

The Creation Furnace appeared once more, spinning and soaring up, sucking the red smoke pillar inside.

Thus, another red flame burned beneath the Creation Furnace.

Recalling what Charles Foster had said yesterday about slaying a vengeful spirit, William Clark understood that this crimson smoke pillar was what demons and ghosts became after being slain. He didn’t know exactly what it was, but there was no doubt it could be used by the Creation Furnace.

With the Qi-Devouring Ghost slain, the chamber fell silent.

David Bennett leaned against the offering table, dumbfounded.

William Clark said, “This moment deserves applause!”

David Bennett snapped out of it, leaping up and shouting, “That was you just now? That was you?”

William Clark replied calmly, “It wasn’t me, it was the Blade God Li Liushui.”

David Bennett said, “Nonsense, it was clearly you!”

William Clark retorted irritably, “If you know it was me, why ask? Open the door!”

After being yelled at, David Bennett instinctively wanted to glare and put on airs, but then he remembered the godlike blade work he’d just witnessed from William Clark, and immediately became obedient and endearing: “This way, boss.”

Leaving the mortuary, William Clark looked up at the night sky.

The bright moon rose over the Tianshan Mountains, amidst the vast sea of clouds.

A swift blade to slay a ghost—how exhilarating!

It was already late, and after the fierce battle he felt drained, so the two did not hurry back to the post station that night, but slept in the clinic instead.

The “Lunar Soul-Severing Blade” was truly a divine blade. He had no inner strength, and to perform the entire set of techniques without collapsing was already a testament to his robust constitution.

Morning.

The clinic’s main door creaked open, and George Bolton poked his head in with the men of his household.

William Clark saw them and snapped, “Get over here, all of you!”

After killing a ghost last night, he felt a murderous aura about him, and a sense of official authority.

Seeing that he and David Bennett were safe and sound, the The Bolton Family were overjoyed.

George Bolton called out excitedly, “You two sirs are truly awe-inspiring! Has the ghost been subdued?”

“It’s already been slain,” David Bennett said proudly.

He couldn’t kill ghosts, but he was number one at showing off.

The The Bolton Family were full of gratitude. William Clark grabbed Emily Bolton and shouted angrily, “You nearly got me killed! What did you tell me yesterday?”

The previously excited Emily Bolton was instantly stunned: “Lord Clark, what did I say?”

“You said no one died last night!”

Emily Bolton protested innocently, “That’s right, last night…”

He suddenly turned to George Bolton: “Grandfather, didn’t brother Yuhu go to the temple to find the Chan master?”

George Bolton’s face darkened, and he said, “He was killed by that evil ghost at midnight yesterday. I knew you two were close, and I was afraid you’d do something foolish…”

Kneeling on the ground, Emily Bolton, still in William Clark’s grasp, broke down in tears.

William Clark saw that he didn’t seem to be faking it, so it seemed he hadn’t lied on purpose. He let go and decided not to pursue the matter further.

He then looked at George Bolton with dissatisfaction and asked, “Your youngest grandson was killed by a ghost last night—why didn’t you tell us about it?”