NOVPUB"You guys wait here for a while, I'm off to buy some oranges... I mean, I'll go negotiate with him. Whatever you see later, don't get too nervous or scared, I've got this!"
Having said that, Zhang Menglong stepped directly into Academician Qian's house.
"Sheesh, it's really quite cold," Zhang Menglong rubbed his arms, his newly cultivated "Nine Yang Divine Qi" flowed through his body, instantly expelling the chill, "Lucky for me I've got divine skills to protect me. But these Kaibong friends of ours who've had quite the good life are really capable, the strength of this Soul Body isn't weak at all."
Because the energy frequencies are totally different, even people like Yin Wuyi and Meng Tianhe can do nothing about such Energy Entities, and might even be killed by them.
"Damn, I should've paid more attention when Yan Chixia and Fahai taught me," Zhang Menglong muttered to himself. Since Zhang Menglong wasn't interested in things like exorcism, at the time he only learned Yan Chixia's "Basic Exorcism," and had no idea if it'd be enough to deal with this kind of Spiritual Body.
However, since these Soul Bodies have developed some consciousness of their own, it wasn't necessarily a given that Zhang Menglong would have to resort to violence. After all, the ancient proverbs hold much truth.
"Prajña Paramita Hrdaya, Sharingan, activate!"
Energy surged toward Zhang Menglong's eyes, and suddenly everything he saw completely changed. Countless unaware, weak Energy Entities were wandering around, and right in front of him was a blood-red shadow, floating above the unconscious Academician Qian, seemingly trying to invade his body.
But on Academician Qian's chest, a seemingly ordinary Amulet was emitting a holy light, blocking the invasion of the Soul Body. However, the light's strength was growing weaker, clearly, it had already been weakened by the Soul Body's assault.
Name: Zheng Jiazi
Race: Spiritual Body
Potential Index: 22
Gift: Rage
Skill: Hair Control (E)
Evaluation: A vengeful spirit formed from immense rage. With the Host's current level of Taoism, he's likely to be overpowered.
"This thing's that tough?" Zhang Menglong didn't expect he really couldn't handle it.
"Mr. President, because the energy frequencies are incompatible, although your current strength has surpassed that of the average Heavenly Origin Boundary Martial Artist and your energy exceeds 30 units, you barely can touch it. To draw an analogy, when sound travels into a vacuum, it can't continue forward. These Soul Bodies are like a vacuum, and your power is like sound. Do you get what I mean?"
"No wonder Yan Chixia's course was so complex," Zhang Menglong muttered to himself. He remembered Yan Chixia's first lesson was about how to adjust one's energy frequency and even studying the Exorcism course required completing a year of high school physics first. Now he understood why.
"Well, I don't necessarily have to fight!"
Zhang Menglong extended his hand, and a Nine Dragons Thunderous Flame blossomed directly in his palm.
This flame contained the power of thunder and even if Zhang Menglong didn't adjust his energy frequency, it still posed a certain threat to these kinds of Spiritual Body creatures.
Feeling the power of this flame, the red Soul Body immediately detached itself from Old Qian and unfurled its hair, beneath which hid a pale and hideous face. Underneath those red locks were a pair of hands, sharp and deadly.
"Motherfucker! Just looking at it could scare someone to death!" Facing such a thing for the first time, even Zhang Menglong felt some inner panic, though he understood all the scientific principles that these weren't any mysterious supernatural beings. But doesn't everyone have some childhood nightmares?
"Kaibong people sure like to mess around with all this stuff," Zhang Menglong watched the raging Soul Body and quickly started to retreat back into the courtyard.
"He's out!"
"Zhang Menglong, how did it go?"
"Don't come over!" Zhang Menglong instantly stopped the people who wanted to inquire about the situation. They didn't have Amulets like Academician Qian, and if targeted, that would be extremely dangerous.
"Hey! What's your name?"
"Ah? I... my name is Zhou Tao," the Longxia member standing in front of Zhang Menglong answered.
"I wasn't asking you!"
"What?"
He wasn't asking a person, was he asking a ghost?
"Hey, are you listening to me?" Zhang Menglong continued to ask, but the spiritual body simply stared at him, wanting to attack but also seemingly afraid of the flames on Zhang Menglong's body, because it could feel that if it touched the flames, its energy would be depleted.
And for such a spiritual entity, once its energy is exhausted, that's the end—it completely disappears and dies.
"Oh, right, this is a Kaibong ghost, I should be speaking Kaibong language, 'Kong ni qi wa!'"
The spiritual body cocked its head, seemingly understanding a bit.
"A na ta nuo na ma ye wa nan de si ka?"
"What is he saying?" Old Zhou asked.
"It seems like he's asking the ghost for its name."
"Ridiculous! This is absolutely ridiculous!"
"Do you see this flame in my hand, about the size of a sandbag? If I slapped you with it, you might just die!"
"But I'm a kind-hearted person, I don't like to bully ghosts. Let's negotiate—you let Qian Academician go, return to Kaibong, do whatever you want, and I absolutely won't meddle, how about that?"
"I'll even burn money for you, from the Heaven and Earth Bank, 100 trillion enough for you? It should be enough for you to live lavishly for a few thousand years down there. I'll burn a few handsome guys for you too, absolutely based on the appearances of Kaibong male celebrities. How about Chuangu Hui Xiong; should I mention him for you?"
"If 100 trillion isn't enough, how about 1 quadrillion? Plus a Rolls-Royce, plus a set of Tang Chenyi products, absolutely making you the brightest catch in all of Kaibong."
"I'm telling you now, I'm nicely talking to you. I advise you not to be ungrateful. I'm negotiating with you as a courtesy, don't you disrespect me. If you disrespect me, I will lose my temper!"
...
The people around couldn't see the spiritual body; they could only see Zhang Menglong holding a flame in his palm and mouthing off to the air in front of him.
"Sijia, you've learned Kaibong language, could you help us translate?"
"This... okay..." Qian Sijia translated what Zhang Menglong had just said sentence by sentence.
"He... he's negotiating with a ghost?"
"I've lived this long and this is the first time I'm seeing someone do such a thing?"
"I'm speechless. I used to believe in science, then I believed in Management Studies, now I believe in Zhang Menglong."
"Don't say you're speechless, I think even the ghost is speechless. Can you believe someone is actually bargaining with it?"
Ghost: "I've never been this speechless in my life."
...
Zhang Menglong rattled off a bunch, but the spiritual body still seemed to have a half-understanding look.
Suddenly, its eyes emitted a burst of red light, and from its mouth came a piercing scream, as if someone far away was controlling it.
The temperature around suddenly dropped a significant amount, and its hair suddenly started to wildly dance like snakes, launching an attack towards the nearest Qian Sijia.
"It seems to have lost its autonomy completely; it's just a puppet being controlled," Zhang Menglong quickly stepped in front of Qian Sijia.
The Nine Dragons Thunderous Flame formed a barrier in front of Zhang Menglong, the hair instantaneously ignited, and then quickly retracted.
However, the energy of the spiritual body had not decreased; the Nine Dragons Thunderous Flame seemed to have very limited lethality on it, at most it could only block it for a while.
Seeing its attack was useless, it immediately turned back towards Qian Academician in the room—its sole purpose for appearing in Huaxia was Qian Academician!
"Damn!" Zhang Menglong couldn't help but swear, "All this talking for nothing, do you really need me to give you a physical exorcism, is that it?"
