Ghost Catching System

The sudden message from the System nearly drove Chu Hao insane.

System, come out here! I promise I won’t beat you to death! Chu Hao roared internally.

System: "As the King of Show-offs, how can I submit! I can’t stand this anymore, let’s mess with him."

Dammit! This is forcing Brother Hao to rebel. That damned System! I don’t know which Underworld Deity he is, but he’s certainly very powerful.

Then, he heard the Underworld Deity say, "I can offer you a chance for redemption. Become a servant, and you will have the opportunity to serve as a Divine Servant of the Underworld."

Servant! Chu Hao’s face fell.

Angry, Chu Hao asked in his mind, "System, when can you restrain him?"

System replied, "Anytime. When restraining him, the pain inflicted on the Underworld Deity will be transferred to his true form."

Chu Hao said to the System, "The moment I make my move, restrain him immediately! Damn it, he actually wants to take Brother Hao as a servant? I’ll make sure he’s dead."

Chu Hao hung his head. The Underworld Deity, not in a rush, believed Chu Hao would agree.

In the face of a deity’s majesty, everything else was an illusion.

Chu Hao looked up at the Underworld Deity and said, "Can you tell me your identity?"

The Underworld Deity spoke indifferently, "Become a servant, and you will naturally know who I am."

Chu Hao took a deep breath.

All eyes were on him.

What would Chu Hao choose? Rebel or be a servant? 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Under everyone’s gaze, Chu Hao raised his head and delivered a ferocious slap.

"Fuck your mother! Take me as a servant? This Taoist Master thinks you’re tired of living!"

"DING! Host’s shocking display of pretentiousness has earned 1,200 Pretentiousness Points."

The crowd: "..."

Everyone was incredulous, their eyeballs almost popping out.

Not only did you refuse to submit, but aren’t you also seriously offending the Underworld Deity now? they thought.

The Underworld Deity was somewhat incredulous. He had actually been slapped by a mortal.

What was most unbelievable was that even though he was merely a soul possessing the body, he actually felt pain, causing him to gasp.

"You!?"

SLAP!

Another slap to the face, causing the Underworld Deity extreme pain.

Chu Hao felt exhilarated as he slapped, shouting, "What about ’you’?! Did you seriously think that hearing a few flattering words would turn you into a deity? Brother Hao has had tea with Yama and calls Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva his brother. What the hell do you count for?"

"I!" The Underworld Deity’s expression changed, utterly incredulous.

Another slap landed, deforming his face.

Chu Hao said angrily, "What about ’I’? I’ve slaughtered countless like you. You’re given a chance to save face, but you’re too shameless to take it? You want to take me as a servant? Take a good look at yourself in the mirror, you piece of trash!"

"Ah!" The Underworld Deity, driven mad with anger, screamed.

Reacting swiftly, Chu Hao grabbed his head and smashed it hard onto the table. The table caved in, splattering blood everywhere.

"Why the wailing? Feeling aggrieved, are you?"

Truth be told, the Underworld Deity was on the verge of an internal collapse, indeed feeling deeply aggrieved.

Damn it, can’t you just let me say one sentence?

Everyone was stupefied, their jaws dropping to the ground. The scene was horrifying. Chu Hao was actually slapping an Underworld Deity! How domineering!

Brother Hao, did you have to be so savage?

"DING! Host’s boundless arrogance has earned 600 Pretentiousness Points."

The Underworld Deity tried to speak, but Chu Hao kicked out forcefully. Even if the deity’s possessed body weighed three hundred pounds, he was sent flying, smashing violently into the wall.

The latter let out a shrill scream, like that of an Evil Ghost.

"So, are you going to speak or what? Weren’t you here to make me your servant, huh?" Chu Hao said boastfully.

Are you even going to give me a chance to speak? the Underworld Deity thought.

The Underworld Deity stood up, his expression one of utter shock. Grimacing, he said, "Why do I feel pain! Why can’t I leave this body?"

He had too many questions in his heart.

The person Chu Hao had beaten was merely the master of this body. Even if that person were killed, his soul, as a spiritual entity, shouldn’t have been affected.

However, since Chu Hao had attacked, this normal phenomenon was reversed. Every slap made his soul hurt, and even more bizarrely, he couldn’t detach from this body.

That was terrifying.

In response to the Underworld Deity’s questions, Chu Hao waved his hand dismissively, exuding the aura of an expert. He stated imposingly, "Within the Three Realms, amidst the five elements, this Taoist Master, with a mere gesture, can find anything hidden. What are you in comparison? Daring to show off in my presence?"

"DING! Host’s double show-off has earned 700 Pretentiousness Points."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible," the Underworld Deity was almost driven mad.

"What’s impossible about it!"

Chu Hao charged forward and kicked again. The unfortunate Underworld Deity was stomped on like a soccer ball, howling in pain.

The more Chu Hao stomped, the more satisfying it felt. Even a Divine Deity like this had to succumb beneath the majesty of Master Chu Tian.

While stomping, Chu Hao also yelled, "Why don’t you fight back?"

"Aren’t you supposed to be a Divine Deity?"

It could be said that this Underworld Deity had lived for far too long and had never experienced such humiliation. He was truly on the verge of insanity.

"You can’t kill me! Just you wait!" the Underworld Deity roared.

Chu Hao pondered inwardly, "System, can this guy really not be killed?"

System: "He cannot be killed. His soul is powerful, unless the Host has more than 50,000 Pretentiousness Points."

Chu Hao felt a bit uneasy and asked, "System, you’re not screwing me over, are you? If it takes 50,000 Pretentiousness Points to kill this guy, how strong is his true self?"

The System responded righteously, "As the King of Show-offs, how could we capitulate?"

Chu Hao rolled his eyes and said coldly to the System, "Figure out a way. I want to properly deal with him."

System: "Recommending the Host upgrade the Ghost-whipping Whip to advanced."

"Upgrade."

"DING! Host has upgraded the existing Ghost-whipping Whip to the Advanced Ghost-beating Whip, consuming 10,000 Pretentiousness Points. Remaining Pretentiousness Points: 5,200."

Item: Advanced Ghost-beating Whip

Rarity: ★★★★

Ability: An effective instrument for beating ghosts. Intensifies pain sixfold. Each strike absorbs Ghost Qi, transforming it into Experience Points and Mana Points.

It was indeed a ghost-beating instrument worthy of 10,000 Pretentiousness Points.

Chu Hao said coldly, "Did you really think this Taoist Master has no means to deal with you?"

Chu Hao opened his hand and, as if by magic, a cylindrical object about a foot long appeared.

As he flicked it, a dazzling purple glow emerged—it was a long Thunder Whip. Its purple light was brilliant, its electric sparks blinding, accompanied by the intermingling sound of thunder and lightning.

Many people were dumbfounded, wondering how Chu Hao’s weapon could look so sci-fi!

With the appearance of the Ghost-whipping Whip, the Underworld Deity immediately had a bad feeling.

Chu Hao sneered, "I’d like to see how long you can last."

As he spoke, he struck with the whip. In mid-air, the Thunder Whip traced an arc and lashed the Underworld Deity’s face.

SMACK!

Lightning burst forth, leaving a charred mark on the Underworld Deity’s face that wouldn’t fade for a long time.

"AAAH!"

A piercing scream tore through their eardrums—heart-wrenching, agonizing, as if it were torture from the Eighteen Layers of Hell. The Underworld Deity, having endured just one strike, was in unbearable pain.