Andrew Morgan and Emily Foster both widened their eyes, their faces filled with disbelief.

They hadn’t even seen what had happened—how had this fierce tiger, already turned into a spirit beast, been gutted so quickly? What kind of wandering swordsman could be this formidable?

At this moment, Edward Grant stood frozen in place for a second.

Because the instant he killed the tiger, a faint black gleam appeared again within the jade pendant, as if something had been taken from the tiger’s body—a kind of ethereal power.

This power was drawn into the black jade space, with part of it remaining there, while another part was fed back into Edward Grant’s body, causing a surge of heat within him. He could clearly feel that his physical body and meridians had grown stronger—more progress than a whole month of practicing the Martial Essentials.

Most importantly, the portion of power left in the black jade space actually made the space inside the pendant slightly larger. Though it was only a tiny bit, it lessened the sense of fullness within the black jade space, which made Edward Grant overjoyed.

He had previously worried that the black jade space would become full and unable to absorb any more ghosts or spirits, leaving him with one less trump card in the future.

But now it seemed that the black jade space could actually grow, absorbing the power of slain monsters to expand, and also feeding some of that power back to him.

At this moment, the vengeful ghost Benjamin Harris, upon seeing the tiger killed, was not terrified but instead overjoyed, muttering, “Released! Finally released!”

Edward Grant said calmly, “Released, so now you can report to the underworld? I’m curious—when a person dies, they become a ghost. When a ghost dies, what do they become? Do they just dissipate into nothingness?”

Benjamin Harris’s expression changed instantly, and he dropped to his knees, crying and begging for mercy: “Don’t kill me! I was forced into this!

If I didn’t help that tiger kill people, I’d be doomed to remain a vengeful ghost and suffer endlessly.

I just wanted release—is that so wrong? Anyone in my situation would have made the same choice!”

Edward Grant shook his head lightly. “If you were more decisive, you might still be considered a man.

Since you’ve already become an accomplice to the tiger, why be so hypocritical?

You scholars always like to find so many excuses for yourselves, never being thoroughly bad.”

Edward Grant couldn’t be bothered to waste words with such a hypocrite. But if you kill people with a sword, what do you use to kill ghosts?

Thinking of the Golden Light Seal recorded in the Xuangang Daoist arts, Edward Grant somewhat clumsily dipped his finger in the tiger’s blood and drew a talisman on the back of his hand, forming a seal with his other hand.

Seeing things go wrong, Benjamin Harris immediately tried to escape.

But Edward Grant’s Golden Light Seal had already descended, and a faint golden light blossomed from his hand. Though subtle, it was quite visible in the night.

Benjamin Harris was touched by that golden light and let out a miserable scream. The yin energy around his body dissipated, and he was utterly annihilated.

According to the hierarchy of ghosts, this vengeful ghost was almost the lowest, a ninth-rank wandering soul, with no attack power except for confusing people.

After killing the vengeful ghost, Edward Grant could feel the black jade space also absorbing a trace of the ghost’s power, making the space a tiny bit larger, though it was barely noticeable.

Moreover, the feedback Edward Grant received this time was not a strengthening of his physical body, but a faint trace of yin energy, lingering in his meridians.

This made Edward Grant pause in surprise—was the power gained from killing ghosts different from that gained from killing monsters?

He glanced at the wandering corpses behind him. Were these things considered ghosts or monsters? Either way, killing them should also expand the black jade space, right?

Edward Grant said to Andrew Morgan and Emily Foster, “You two are both martial artists, and you’ve seen the situation. If we don’t deal with all these wandering corpses, none of us will be leaving here tonight.

If you trust me, help guard me while I charge into the horde and find the one controlling them.”

Andrew Morgan was still a bit hesitant, but Emily Foster immediately picked up her sword and said, “I’m willing to fight alongside you, Brother Grant!”

Emily Foster, new to the martial world, was full of admiration after seeing Edward Grant swiftly and decisively slay the tiger, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Andrew Morgan, on the other hand, was a bit reluctant, even a little jealous.

In the past, his junior sister had only ever looked at him like that.

Emily Foster turned her head and looked at Andrew Morgan seriously. “Senior brother, do you want us all to die here?”

“Fine, fine, I agree, okay?”

Edward Grant nodded and said to the guard captain, “You all stay back and use your bows to cover us. Don’t let too many wandering corpses surround us.”

The guard captain cupped his hands to Edward Grant. “Then we’ll be counting on you, Mr. Grant.”

Seeing Edward Grant display his strength, even the way he addressed him changed.

“Let’s move!”

As soon as Edward Grant finished speaking, the guards no longer held back, unleashing a barrage of arrows at the wandering corpses.

At the same time, Andrew Morgan and Emily Foster flanked Edward Grant, their swords flashing coldly as they attacked the corpses.

Although Andrew Morgan had been a bit overwhelmed fighting the tiger earlier, these wandering corpses were far weaker, and they could handle them.

Seizing the opportunity, Edward Grant charged straight into the horde, his sword dancing—not as flashy as Andrew Morgan’s Clear Cold Sword style, but every strike found the perfect angle, severing the heads of the wandering corpses.