Ghost Catching System-Chapter 578 - 577 What Use Do I Have for This Iron Rod (1)_1

Nine Gates of Huaxia, Yan Family.

Yan Chen's complexion was extremely grim. Ever since Chu Hao had displayed his divine might and driven away the Three Great Ghost Demon Kings, Yan Chen hadn't had a single good night's sleep. The moment he closed his eyes, Chu Hao's face would appear, startling him awake.

Yan Chen was furious. Chu Hao!

He, Yan Chen, was considered a prodigious genius in the Yan Family, and his current strength was undoubtedly among the best in the entire household. But compared to Chu Hao, he was like a novice sorcerer before an archmage.

Yan Chen couldn't accept it. Chu Hao is younger than I am! Where on earth did he learn all these skills?

He had investigated Chu Hao. Half a year ago, Chu Hao had been mediocre, a loser who even struggled to afford food. Then, seemingly overnight, he had transformed into a completely different person.

Could it be because of the Chu Family? 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

The Chu Family had once been the foremost ancient family among the Nine Gates of Huaxia and was shrouded in mystery. Ever since Yan Chen could remember, he had heard countless tales of the Chu Family's exploits; their lineage of Demon Slayers was exceedingly formidable.

Yan Chen speculated. So, the Chu Family hasn't truly vanished? Are they helping Chu Hao?

But what if his speculation was correct? He still couldn't defeat Chu Hao.

At that moment, Yan Chen's phone rang. He answered, "Dad, what's up?"

"Chen'er, come over for a moment. We have guests to receive."

Yan Chen hung up. Who could these guests be, for the Yan Family to receive them personally?

Upon arriving in the living room, Yan Chen's father introduced them, "Chen'er, these two seniors are from Mount Taiding. No matter what they request, you must ensure it's fulfilled, understand?"

Yan Chen was startled. People from Mount Taiding!

Weren't they the major power the Yan Family was beholden to?

The world only knew the Yan Family as one of the Nine Gates of Huaxia, renowned throughout the Huaxia Country, but few knew they had a powerful backer: Mount Taiding.

Both individuals wore Taoist robes; one was a young Taoist priest, the other middle-aged.

Their expressions were indifferent. The middle-aged Taoist, with a leisurely demeanor that suggested a transcendent master, glanced at Yan Chen and said coldly, "Your body is heavy with a deathly aura. Have you practiced Evil Techniques?"

Yan Chen was shocked. He had hidden it so well that no one in the Yan Family had noticed, yet this middle-aged Taoist had identified it with a single cold glance.

Yan Chen hurriedly said, "Senior, I was merely confused for a moment."

The middle-aged Taoist waved his hand. "There's still hope for you. Otherwise, in less than three years, you will undoubtedly die."

Hearing this, Yan Chen's face turned even paler. He had practiced the Corpse Devil Technique, and to grow stronger, he had consumed many corpses in King Chu's Tomb. While this had indeed enhanced his strength, it came with severe side effects: if he consumed too many, the Corpse Demon's aura would become overwhelming, and his body wouldn't be able to withstand it.

Yan Chen's father was also shocked. "Senior, please save him!"

The middle-aged Taoist said, "You can come with me to Mount Taiding to cultivate and dissipate this deathly aura."

Cultivate at Mount Taiding!

Yan Chen's father said excitedly, "Child, hurry and thank the senior!"

Yan Chen was also thrilled. To be able to cultivate at the renowned Mount Taiding was a huge opportunity. He quickly expressed his gratitude, "Thank you, Senior."

The middle-aged Taoist, his face still indifferent, continued, "We have descended the mountain this time to find someone, and we require the assistance of worldly powers."

Yan Chen's father said, "Seniors, please tell us who you are looking for. Our Yan Family will certainly do our utmost to help."

The middle-aged Taoist nodded in satisfaction. "A young girl named Qiu Yun'er, around sixteen years old. She left the mountain half a year ago and is a Taoist nun."

Yan Chen's father naturally didn't know any Qiu Yun'er. But Yan Chen was taken aback. He thought for a moment, then said, "Qiu Yun'er? That name sounds very familiar."

Suddenly, a realization struck him, astonishment clear on his face. He had investigated Chu Hao, even scrutinizing the people around him. Chu Hao had once taken in a young girl named Qiu Yun'er.

Yan Chen quickly said, "Senior, it's quite a coincidence. I know where Qiu Yun'er is, but I can't be certain if she's the person you're looking for."

The middle-aged Taoist showed a hint of pleasure. "Regardless, take us to find this person first. We can discuss it after."

Yan Chen respectfully replied, "Yes."

Yan Chen also found it very strange. For people from Mount Taiding to personally descend the mountain to find someone... that person must be incredibly important.

After everyone finished their meal, they went to a karaoke bar. They got a room that was neither too large nor too small, just big enough for everyone to celebrate Qiu Yun'er's birthday together.

From Sanqing Pavilion came Luo Yan, Bai Ling, Diao Chan, Qiu Xueying, and Feng Yuanyuan; in all, there were about twelve or thirteen people present.

Qiu Yun'er pulled Chu Hao over. "Brother Chu Hao, I want to hear you sing."

All eyes turned to Chu Hao; truthfully, no one had ever heard him sing before.

To make Yun'er happy, Chu Hao stood up and selected a song: "Wukong."

*Splashes of moonlight scatter across the long Milky Way,*

*The wind sweeps away the remaining smoke, a solitary shadow grows faint.*

Chu Hao really liked this song. When he reached the passionate lyrics, he gave it his all, belting out, "This iron staff of mine—what use is it anyway?!"

PFFT.

Chu Hao was baffled. He turned to see Luo Yan, Wang Meng, and others clutching their stomachs, laughing uncontrollably. This bunch must have pictured something really lewd.

Chu Hao was utterly frustrated. It was just a song! What the hell is wrong with them? What are they all thinking?

After the song, everyone struggled to suppress their twitches and decided it was best if Chu Hao didn't sing again. That line about the iron staff, however, had been delivered with such raw emotion it seemed to reveal his true nature, as if he were enacting something deeply personal.

At nine o'clock, Qiu Yun'er began to blow out the candles. Luo Yan said, "Yun'er, make a wish, quickly."

This was the first time Qiu Yun'er had celebrated her birthday with so many people. Her face beamed with joy. She glanced at Chu Hao nearby, clasped her hands together, and began to make her wish.

Feng Yuanyuan asked curiously, "Yun'er, what did you wish for?"

Qiu Yun'er looked as if she wanted to speak but then hesitated. Luo Yan said, "How can she tell? If she says it out loud, it won't come true."

Everyone resumed their fun. Bai Ling was the most straightforward of the bunch. Sticking to baijiu, she eventually drank Wang Meng and Yu Sicheng until they were out cold on the floor.

Bai Ling was also feeling woozy; she quite enjoyed the sensation. Eventually, she leaned drunkenly against Luo Yan's shoulder and drifted into a light sleep.

By eleven o'clock, the fun was winding down. Everyone had given Yun'er many gifts, and it was time to leave.

"I'll take Bai Ling home," Luo Yan said.

With that, Luo Yan drove off with Bai Ling.

Yun'er hadn't drunk any alcohol, sticking to soft drinks, and she looked exceptionally happy.

As they left the KTV, everyone went their separate ways. Just outside the main entrance, however, a middle-aged Taoist strolled over and asked, "Are you Qiu Yun'er?"

Qiu Yun'er blinked. "I am. Who are you, uncle?"

The middle-aged Taoist frowned. "Do you know Zhong Minyue?"

Qiu Yun'er was taken aback. "That's my master."

The middle-aged Taoist sighed in relief, glanced at the others around them, and then snorted, "Qiu Yun'er, have you forgotten your identity? You are a Taoist nun; what have you become now?"

Qiu Yun'er felt a twinge of fear. Taoist rules were very strict, and hearing the man's tone, she hardly dared to meet his gaze.

Wang Meng stepped forward, clearly annoyed. "Who are you? What do you want with Yun'er?"

This man had started scolding Yun'er the moment he arrived; naturally, those present were displeased.