bookbashuk Chapter 22 Ascension in Broad Daylight, Perfect Merit Achieved
Chapter 22 Ascension in Broad Daylight, Perfect Merit Achieved
In Hong Kong, where land is incredibly valuable, a villa district has been carved out on the hillside exclusively for the wealthy.
The mountains and forests are lush and green, with strangely shaped rocks scattered around, and traditional Chinese wooden buildings stand quietly in the depths.
The building was simple and elegant, without a trace of vulgarity. Its upturned eaves resembled swallow tails skimming the sky, and its carved beams and painted rafters were not ostentatious.
The pillars of the corridor are all made of old wood, with a dark color and mottled wood grain. At a glance, you can tell that they have been nurtured over many years.
This is the Mingyue Tower built by Li Cheng, Hong Kong's richest man, for his deceased wife.
This place is extremely famous in Hong Kong.
However, what's most famous is never how expensive the building is, but rather the inexplicable and eerie atmosphere surrounding it.
If viewed from above, the layout of the entire Mingyue Tower clearly resembles a giant coffin.
Three fountains stand in front of the building, resembling three sticks of incense from a distance. The main entrance is made of fine Liuzhou wood, its dark color making it unpleasant to look at.
Mingyue Tower is more lively than usual tonight.
Large numbers of heavily armed men rushed in from all directions, ambushing people in every possible hiding spot outside the building. In the distance, lights swept back and forth, effectively sealing off the entire hillside.
Deep inside the building, an old man sat alone in a grand chair.
His skin was sallow and spotted, his eyes were so cloudy they were almost blinding, and his whole body exuded an aura of utter despair.
But no one would have guessed that this richest man in Hong Kong was actually a vengeful ghost.
He survived the late Qing Dynasty, the wars, and decades of ups and downs in Hong Kong. He witnessed the rise of too many heroes and watched them disappear one by one.
Therefore, in his eyes, tonight's ambush was really nothing.
It's nothing more than killing another batch of arrogant people and using their blood to solidify their own power.
The old man slowly raised his head, a sinister smile creeping onto his lips.
"It's about time this body was replaced."
"Yellow and white..."
"Your shell is quite nice."
The gunmen outside the building were the first line of defense.
The real trap lies in the building itself.
Mingyue Tower is not just a residence, but a feng shui formation. Anyone who dares to step inside is essentially walking into their own coffin.
Bang bang bang!
A barrage of gunfire soon erupted outside.
The final battle has begun.
Helicopters circled overhead, machine guns strafed, and the flames were particularly blinding in the night. The Flying Tigers advanced from the perimeter, engaging in battle with Ghost King's forces.
The battle lasted for a full half hour.
The Flying Tigers lost over a hundred men before they could barely wipe out most of the Ghost King's overt forces.
Huang Yaozu's voice came from the loudspeaker:
"Don't touch any of the corpses! Finish them off! Leave no one alive!"
Gunfire rang out intermittently for a while longer, and then the area outside Mingyue Tower gradually quieted down.
In the open space in front of the building, corpses lay scattered about, and the ground was covered in blood.
Huang Bai, Huang Yaozu, Zhi Gang, Li Guoqiang, and the others led the remaining people to the front of the building.
Huang Yaozu looked at the wooden building in front of him, his chest heaving slightly.
"That old devil probably never dreamed that we could come back like this."
Despite saying that, his palms were sweaty.
The real trouble is just beginning.
"Don't rush."
Huang Bai raised his hand to stop the crowd, and walked to the front of the building to carefully examine the layout of the entire Mingyue Tower.
This is no ordinary building; it's a complete feng shui formation.
If outsiders don't understand the intricacies and try to disrupt things from the outside, they are very likely to be harmed by the negative feng shui energy. Not to mention the people inside the building, even the living people outside the building may be buried with them.
Huang Bai laughed instead, making a hand seal and chanting softly:
"To find the dragon vein and divide the gold, look at the winding mountains; each winding mountain is a barrier. If there are eight perilous passes, it will not deviate from the shape of Yin and Yang and the Eight Trigrams..."
As he recited the incantation, the layout of Mingyue Tower rapidly unfolded in his mind.
Doors, corridors, beams, pillars, inauspicious locations, life-giving gates, dead corners—layer by layer, they are peeled away to finally reveal the path where one can truly settle down.
The next moment, his soul flickered and passed directly through the wooden door, bursting into Mingyue Tower.
Deep inside the building, the Ghost King was resting with his eyes closed, waiting for those people outside to crash into the formation on their own.
The next instant, a golden light suddenly shone in the void.
"not good!"
The Ghost King suddenly opened his eyes and swayed to the side.
boom!
The golden light grazed past his shoulder, smashing through the wooden wall behind him, leaving a charred hole still emitting smoke.
Only then did the Ghost King realize that a figure had appeared in the hall at some point.
Long hair, Taoist robe, blue eyes, standing with a sword in hand.
Yellow and white.
For the first time, the composure on the Ghost King's face vanished.
"Just who are you?"
This Bright Moon Pavilion was the culmination of his years of hard work, and his most reliable trump card. Yet this person before him simply walked right through as if nothing had happened, without even the array being able to stop him.
Could this guy really be a reincarnation of the legendary Wong Tai Sin?
The Ghost King recognized Huang Bai as a spirit after only two glances.
He knew better than anyone what this meant.
Possession was useless, ambushes were useless, and even formations failed to trap them.
Shocked as he was, the Ghost King had lived for so many years, and his ferocity remained. He suddenly stood up, letting out a low growl, and his entire face instantly turned ghostly.
His skin turned indigo, his hair turned crimson, his ten fingers swelled into claws, and ghostly green flames flickered around the tips of his claws. In the blink of an eye, he transformed from a dying old man into a true demon.
"Once you're in, don't expect to leave alive!"
The Ghost King pounced out.
It moved extremely fast, bringing with it a gust of bloody wind.
Huang Bai, however, did not engage in a direct confrontation with him.
His soul flickered and passed directly under the Ghost King's claws, raising his hand to unleash several Sun Curses.
boom! boom! boom!
The golden light bombarded the Ghost King repeatedly, causing charred, bloody holes to explode in his shoulder, chest, and side almost simultaneously, filling the room with the stench of burning flesh.
The Ghost King roared and pounced, his claws lashing wildly, scattering ghost fire everywhere.
But Huang Bai didn't give him a chance to get close at all, his figure moving forward and backward like a wisp of wind drifting along the building.
In Huang Bai's eyes, without the blessing of the feng shui formation, this ghost king was just an old ghost who had lived long enough.
Not long after, Li Cheng's body finally gave out.
His chest was pierced, half of his shoulder was mangled, and his face was covered in scorch marks. The old man's body shuddered violently, then went limp.
Whoosh!
The Ghost King's soul directly abandoned its physical body, transforming into a bluish-black shadow, and suddenly burrowed deeper into the Bright Moon Tower.
Huang Bai's eyes turned cold, and he immediately gave chase.
"Still trying to run?"
As he chased after the burial site, he once again activated the method of determining the location of the burial site.
A constant rumbling sound came from inside Mingyue Tower.
Those outside could only hear explosions coming one after another, and the whole building was shaking.
"Will Master Huang be alright?"
"Won't."
Huang Yaozu stared at Mingyue Tower, his face pale. He said this, but he had no confidence at all.
This is the Ghost King.
Inside the building, the battle had reached its final stage.
The Ghost King was forced deep into the back hall, his face becoming increasingly distorted.
"What good will killing me do?" he stared at Huang Bai, his voice shrill. "Do you really think that killing me will free a person from the control of a ghost?"
"You're not going against me."
"You're going against the world!"
After he finished speaking, he suddenly pounced forward, his ghostly body swelling up as if he wanted to perish together with Huang Bai.
Instead of retreating, Huang Bai advanced, suddenly exerting force with his feet, and dodged to the side, his magic sword piercing into the Ghost King's ribs.
puff!
This sword strike was both ruthless and steady, piercing directly through the Ghost King's soul.
The Ghost King froze instantly.
Immediately afterwards, his soul body cracked like porcelain, the cracks spreading rapidly, but a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face.
"Yellow and white..."
Come with me.
As soon as he finished speaking, the Ghost King shattered with a deafening roar.
Large swirling streams of fireflies and yin energy exploded, surging towards Huang Bai like a tidal wave, only to be completely swallowed by his inner core.
The Ghost King is dead.
But at that very moment, the entire Bright Moon Tower suddenly began to shake violently.
The Ghost King's last bit of power didn't dissipate; instead, it poured entirely into the building.
boom!
The beams and pillars broke, the walls collapsed, and flames shot up instantly as if someone had poured a bucket of kerosene on them, spreading wildly along the wooden building.
The crimson flames engulfed half the sky in the blink of an eye, and a wave of heat swept over us, causing the entire Bright Moon Tower to collapse.
To make matters worse, the feng shui evil energy in the building also exploded, binding Huang Bai like invisible chains and pinning him to the spot.
This was the Ghost King's final revenge.
Even in death, he should be buried here with Huang Bai.
Fire walls rolled in from all directions, and the rooftop kept collapsing.
Huang Bai stood still and glanced at his left arm.
Golden light was slowly illuminating that arm.
Head to the First Commandment and slay the Demon King.
This line of text has completely turned into pure gold.
It means the mission is complete and you can leave at any time.
Huang Bai looked at the flames swirling around him and suddenly smiled.
"What a pity. I'm not originally from here."
Outside the building, everyone was frantic with worry.
"Quick! Save them!"
"Where's the fire department? Where's the fire station?!"
The Mingyue Tower was collapsing faster and faster, and the fire was raging skyward. Everyone knew that if they delayed any longer, it would really be too late.
"He's there!"
Finally, someone saw the figure in the center of the building through the raging flames.
In the firelight, Huang Bai was dressed in a Taoist robe, his body gleaming with a faint golden light.
He stood there, even though he was surrounded by fire and ruins.
Everyone outside was watching him.
Huang Bai looked at everyone and gave a slight smile at the end.
The next moment, the golden light suddenly intensified.
Wow!
The flames completely engulfed him.
Everyone outside the building was stunned.
Huang Yaozu opened his mouth, but his throat felt blocked, and he couldn't utter a single word.
"Master Huang..."
The fire is still burning.
But Huang Bai never came out again.
Some say that Master Huang and the Ghost King perished together.
Some say that he was not an ordinary person, and that he had already achieved perfect merit and ascended to heaven in broad daylight.
For many years afterward, no one ever saw Huang Bai again.
The Demon-Slaying Palace took over his responsibilities and continued the fight against the ghosts.
The name Huang Bai has left behind a series of increasingly mysterious stories, which have been passed down from generation to generation in Hong Kong, Southeast Asia, and among the common people.
There are poems:
The immortal guest from the Purple Clouds descended from the three mountains to save the world.
From this day forward, even the dusty bones will be valued, and the path to the highest heavens will be no more difficult to climb.