The strange world of demon cultivators

Before long, Ji Yao and the others hurriedly emerged from the ancient house.

Their footsteps had barely landed outside the threshold of the ancient house when an astonishing scene unfolded—the ancient and mysterious house behind them rapidly dissipated like smoke!

In the blink of an eye, it vanished without a trace!

Staring at this unbelievable sight, Ji Yao couldn't help but furrow his brows tightly.

He mused to himself:

"It seems that the ghostly things here are far more formidable than I originally anticipated!"

Just as Ji Yao was sighing inwardly, no one noticed that a peculiar black shadow was lurking in a towering, modern building not far away.

The shadow emitted two low, sinister chuckles: "Hmph… is this the powerful figure you speak of?"

The ghosts standing behind the shadow trembled, answering in unison with extreme fear: "Yes!"

The shadow nodded slightly, acknowledging:

"Hmm… he does possess some ability, managing to see through the illusion I painstakingly created.

And he even emerged unscathed.

Heh heh, not bad, not bad at all!"

Although the shadow's voice wasn't loud, its piercing and shrill tone seemed to penetrate the soul, directly piercing into the bone marrow.

This chilling sound made the vengeful spirits behind him feel even more terrified and uneasy.

At the same time, Ji Yao seemed to have a special premonition.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze fixed on the distant skyscraper.

The people behind Ji Yao noticed that he had stopped walking and was staring intently at the building, a gaze that lasted for quite some time.

They couldn't help but feel puzzled, and one of them finally couldn't resist asking: "Brother Ji, what are you looking at? Why are you so engrossed?"

However, Ji Yao didn't offer much explanation to this question.

He simply shook his head lightly, then turned around and continued walking forward without hesitation.

Seeing this, the others, though still full of curiosity and confusion, could only silently follow him.

Thus, the group gradually moved away.

Leaving behind in that skyscraper a crowd of ghosts, not daring to breathe.

They looked at each other, not knowing what had just happened.

Even more unclear why the mysterious shadow had vanished without a trace when Ji Yao looked over.

At this moment, if someone happened to be standing next to Ji Yao,

then that person might have heard Ji Yao muttering something incomprehensible to others.

"Running away so fast!"

Subsequently, Ji Yao led the people around him like a whirlwind through the shops on the entire street.

They didn't let go of any shop, scavenging all the bottles, boxes, and jars that could be used to hold items.

Whether it was a delicate porcelain bottle or a rough earthenware jar, as long as it seemed to have value, it was all taken into their possession.

Time passed by, and when a long afternoon finally came to an end,

Ji Yao led everyone back to the God of Wealth Temple, fully loaded and without any obstruction.

The journey was surprisingly peaceful, with not a single ghost daring to show its face and provoke them, as if they were all in awe of Ji Yao.

After escaping from that eerie illusion, these ghosts seemed to have suddenly become well-behaved, perhaps truly intimidated by Ji Yao's powerful aura.

At this moment, Ji Yao stood inside the God of Wealth Temple, his gaze falling upon the mountain of various bottles and jars.

He sighed helplessly: "With so many things, I'll have to rely on myself to select the ones that are truly usable!"

Thus, for the next two full days,

people could always see Ji Yao sitting quietly amidst that pile of bottles, carefully picking and choosing.

He first removed those bottles and jars that were obviously stained with a strong ghostly aura.

Then, he tested the remaining bottles one by one to see if they could withstand even a trace of his own mana infusion.

This process was tedious and monotonous, but Ji Yao always maintained focus and patience.

After repeated screening and selection,

Ji Yao finally managed to select only thirty usable bottles from the mountain of jars.

Others, regardless of size or shape, could not withstand Ji Yao's seemingly insignificant but surprisingly powerful trace of mana.

They shattered in an instant, turning into countless tiny fragments scattered on the ground.

Some fragments were larger, with jagged edges;

while others were as small as dust, as if they could be blown away by a gentle breeze.

Even more turned directly into powder, disappearing into the air.

The others widened their eyes, staring in astonishment at the once neatly arranged jars and bottles.

At this time, these containers were completely unrecognizable, becoming all sorts of strange-shaped fragments, and some had even completely turned into fine powder.

Faced with this mess, everyone's hearts were filled with shock and disbelief.

"Heavens! So much stuff that we went to great lengths to find, and only this little bit can be used?"

One of them couldn't help but exclaim.

Everyone looked at each other, disappointment on their faces.

Who would have thought that the many bottles and jars that were painstakingly collected would mostly turn out to be useless.

However, Ji Yao was not discouraged by this.

He calmly picked up a brush, dipped it in a special cinnabar spirit ink,

and began to carefully engrave various complex and mysterious magic array restrictions on the surfaces of the surviving bottles and jars.

Each stroke that fell brought a faint flash of black spiritual light.

As time passed, Ji Yao successively completed four magic array restrictions.

When the last restriction was completed, only a mere ten of the original thirty bottles and jars remained intact.

Looking at the few but neatly arranged bottles and jars in front of him,

Ji Yao couldn't help but shake his head and sigh softly:

"Alas, things in the world of cultivation are really difficult to make!"

"Look at this pitiful success rate, it's really jaw-droppingly low!"

Helplessly, Ji Yao decided to change his strategy.

He waved his hand, signaling the others to go out alone and continue to find more usable bottles and jars for him.

As for himself, he stayed in place.

Focusing all his attention on further engraving the restrictions, hoping to make a few more Soul-Sealing Bottles.

After all, during this period, after a rough estimate, Ji Yao couldn't help but secretly complain bitterly.

The number of ordinary ghosts that exist in this ghost domain alone is simply staggering.

Based on a preliminary estimate, it would probably require at least a hundred Soul-Sealing Bottles to subdue them all.

However, this is far from the most troublesome problem for him.

Because in addition to those densely packed, countless small ghosts, there are also several powerful and unusually tricky big ghosts lurking among them.

After careful consideration, he decided to use a special method called "Jade Talisman Sealing Ghosts" to deal with those difficult big ghosts.

Although this method is quite difficult to operate, as long as it is used properly, it is not entirely impossible to successfully capture the big ghosts.

Once successful, these sealed ghosts will become extremely important bargaining chips and aids in his hands.

They can play a huge role in future cultivation or in confrontations with other forces.

Thinking of this, a trace of excitement flashed in Ji Yao's eyes.