Chapter 267 The Twelfth Day of Entering a Xuanhuan Novel

Chapter 267: The Twelfth Day of Transmigrating into a Fantasy Novel

The female ghost was getting into her story, inching closer to Gan Feng until she was almost on top of him, her icy breath nearly brushing his face. Then Gan Feng suddenly erupted!

"Evil spirit! How dare you try to charm me!" he roared, whether to hype himself up or scare the ghost, while swiftly pulling out a talisman he'd readied earlier and slapping it right onto the faint, murky spot on her brow that the system had highlighted!

Hell yeah! The newbie gift pack talisman!!

The ghost clearly hadn't expected this timid-looking scholar to suddenly attack, and with such spot-on, sneaky aim!

She let out a sharp, piercing shriek—no longer a delicate female voice, but a harsh, nails-on-chalkboard screech!

Her yin energy exploded outward as she tried to dodge and block, but Gan Feng's strike landed solidly!

"Pfft!" A sound like puncturing wet leather rang out.

Where the talisman stuck to her brow, a wisp of green smoke rose with a sizzling, corrosive hiss.

She screamed in agony, her form twisting and flickering, turning somewhat translucent. Her once-beautiful face instantly became hideous and terrifying—green-faced, fang-toothed, with black claws sprouting from her ten fingers!

"You! You're asking for death!" The female ghost completely shed her disguise and lunged at Gan Feng with overwhelming resentment and chilling wind!

Gan Feng's hit landed, but before he could celebrate, the ghost shed her disguise and charged. He was scared out of his wits, frantically swinging the door bolt to defend himself.

This was the same door bolt he'd been clutching all along, with another talisman stuck on it!

For a moment, the ruined temple was filled with howling yin wind, the scholar yelling and shrieking as he tangled with the ferocious ghost... if you could even call one-sided frantic dodging and the occasional lucky hit a fight.

An Yi watched the scholar's so-called brave battle with calm amusement, a faint smile curling at the corners of his lips.

Xie Xuandu was even more entertained, shifting his position to get a better look.

Though Gan Feng was a novice, thanks to the system's help, the ghost was getting scorched by the spirit talisman and could barely hang on!

Just then, the female ghost seemed to realize she couldn't overcome the scholar and was injured herself. Her hateful glare suddenly snapped to An Yi, who'd been watching from the sidelines looking totally chill!

That pretty boy must be too scared to run—legs frozen solid!

She'd eat him first!

With a shrill shriek, the ghost ditched Gan Feng, turned into a pale blur, and dove at An Yi in the corner, wrapped in thick, nasty energy!

An Yi: "..."

A wave of "you've got to be kidding me" washed over him.

Even now, she's coming for me?

Just as the ghost's claw, icy with deathly energy, was about to touch An Yi's simple robe, An Yi didn't even lift his eyes—he just focused his mind slightly.

"Hum—"

A faint hum sounded, like space itself was vibrating.

The female ghost slammed into an invisible, intangible yet unbreakable wall, stopping her dead in her tracks!

She let out an even more piercing scream, full of disbelief and terror. An invisible force hurled her spirit form back, sending her flying even faster than she'd come, and she slammed hard into the opposite wall.

Her spirit form twisted violently, becoming thinner and more transparent, her screams fading too.

An Yi sighed to himself. He had to hold back—if he accidentally killed her, the protagonist would have to start his first boss fight all over again.

He was already struggling hard enough as it was.

Gan Feng was stunned by the sudden turn of events, but he reacted quickly. Seeing the ghost wounded, he knew this was his opening!

He charged in with a roar, raised the door bolt, and slammed it down on the ghost's head as she lay slumped on the ground, struggling to get up!

Once. Twice. Three times...

Until the ghost's screams faded completely, her spirit form dissolving like smoke, leaving only a little pile of ash.

Gan Feng collapsed to the ground in exhaustion, gasping for air, drenched in cold sweat, a total mess.

(System: Ding! Congrats, host! You beat your first enemy! Reward incoming...)

Gan Feng's mouth curved into a smirk. Heh heh~

The next moment, under An Yi's amused gaze and Xie Xuandu's curious gaze, Gan Feng scrambled to his feet, staggered over to An Yi, and then—

"Thud!" He dropped to his knees like a sack of potatoes!

An Yi: "...What?"

"Senior! Immortal Master!" Gan Feng's voice boomed, echoing through the ruined temple.

He pressed his hands to the ground and kowtowed heavily to An Yi, slamming his forehead into the dusty floor with a solid "thud."

"This humble one, Gan Feng, has just seen your immortal grace, like clouds parting to reveal the sun. My mind is blown. Now I know how vast the world is and how small I am!"

He looked up, his eyes blazing with fervor, and poured out every flattering word he could muster without restraint:

"Your vibe is out of this world, like a banished immortal who came down to earth. I knew right away you're a total master with insane powers! I just want to learn the Dao, so please, take pity on me and accept me as your disciple! I'll follow you anywhere, fetch your tea, do whatever you need—no complaints!"

(The system buzzed excitedly in his head: Host! Nice! That's the way! Be sincere, lay it on thick! Whether you can grab that golden thigh depends on this moment!)

An Yi couldn't help but laugh softly, stepping aside so Gan Feng didn't bow to him.

He looked at this scholar bowing up and down like a woodpecker, spouting ridiculously exaggerated flattery that could raise goosebumps, and listened to the system's shameless cheerleading in his mind. He tilted his head slightly—this was genuinely amusing.

So this is how you grab a golden thigh?

"Master Gan." An Yi spoke, cutting off Gan Feng's passionate speech: "You're mistaken. I didn't lift a finger. You beat that ghost yourself. If anyone's an immortal master here, it's you."

Gan Feng choked on those words, his fervent expression freezing into an awkward mask.

He hadn't expected this big shot to be so unpredictable, flat-out denying he did anything!

He'd clearly seen the ghost get blasted back out of nowhere when she lunged!

Gan Feng quickly added: "Immortal Master, you're too humble! I may be dumb, but I know that ghost wouldn't have gone down so easy without you! And... and the second I saw you, I felt this huge sense of admiration and connection, like being your disciple would be a blessing I earned over many lifetimes!"

He wasn't lying—this big shot really did look like he'd stepped out of a painting!

Just a tiny bit less handsome than him, of course.

Xie Xuandu finally cracked and let out a low chuckle.

That laugh was relaxed and amused, cutting through the silence of the ruined temple.

He looked at An Yi, his phoenix eyes brimming with mischief, as if to say: See? This "look" of yours is what got you into this mess.

An Yi glanced at Xie Xuandu, couldn't be bothered with him.

He turned his gaze back to Gan Feng, shaking his head slowly: "I don't take apprentices, and there's nothing I can teach you."

"And..." he paused, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "Don't you have your own destined path?"

He blinked at Gan Feng, mouthing something silently.

Gan Feng's eyes went wide, squinting to read his lips.

The word he mouthed was—sys-tem.

Gan Feng: !!!

System: !!!