Ghost Exorciser: The Oust Fake Heiress Strikes-Chapter 346 - 344: Possessed

No spirit could cross that boundary.

This was precisely why Wayne had become the principal of such a prestigious university.

His ability was overwhelmingly effective against spiritual threats.

However, it came with a limitation.

He could only protect a certain number of people.

Even though many students were terrified, they did not rush forward selfishly.

Instead, they allowed those who were truly vulnerable to stand within the circle.

Watching this, Lana turned toward Axel again.

"Ghosts need bodies to remain in this world. What do we do now?"

Axel thought for a moment, scanning the campus.

"They will likely remain inside the university. Outside the grounds, exorcists are patrolling the entire city. If the ghosts leave recklessly, they will be destroyed."

He paused, his voice turning colder.

"So they will stay here and search for a pure yang body."

Lana’s frown deepened.

"All of those have already been taken into protection..."

"Now is not the time to argue," Axel interrupted sharply. "We need to check if anyone fitting that condition is still unaccounted for."

Lana nodded, even though she still did not fully understand the term.

She guessed it referred to those with exceptionally pure constitutions, perhaps even individuals carrying traces of divine or goddess bloodlines.

For a fleeting moment, she wondered about herself.

’Could I possibly...? No. In my previous life, I was only possessed once, and that happened because I allowed an opening.’

The more she reasoned, the calmer she became.

But Mr. Crow was not calm.

"Hold the jade bracelet tightly," he urged, his voice filled with unease.

Lana nodded and began scanning the surroundings.

Suddenly, Axel’s voice came from her left.

"Lana."

She turned instinctively.

"Yes..."

Before she could finish speaking, a surge of energy forced its way into her body.

Mr. Crow reacted instantly, trying to shield her, but nothing happened. The jade bracelet on her wrist began flickering violently, its glow sputtering like a dying flame.

Mr. Crow panicked.

"Lana!"

Then, to his horror, he saw her remove the bracelet.

She threw it away.

His eyes widened.

"What are you doing?!"

But the moment he saw her face, realization struck like lightning.

Her eyes had turned completely black.

A twisted smile stretched across her lips, unnatural and cold.

She looked at him and spoke words in a language even he could not comprehend.

Only then did he understand.

She had been possessed.

"No... impossible... how can this be...?" Mr. Crow muttered, his mind spiraling.

"She was wearing the jade bracelet... she was under our protection... how...?"

His face turned pale as a dreadful thought surfaced.

He grabbed her shoulders, shaking her desperately.

"Lana, wake up! Wake up!"

She ignored him.

When he tried to shake her again, her hand shot out and seized his neck.

Her grip tightened like iron.

Her voice emerged hoarse and distorted, carrying the tone of something ancient, something malevolent.

"How... annoying."

She flung him aside.

Mr. Crow’s body slammed into a wall with a sickening crash. Pain exploded through him, blood seeping from his beak, yet he did not care about his injuries.

He only stared at Lana.

Despair filled his eyes.

Who could have imagined their luck would be so cruel?

Not only did Lana possess the very kind of body the ghosts desired...

She had been taken by one far worse than they had feared.

A ten-thousand-year-old ghost.

Yes, the reason the jade bracelet had failed to protect Lana and why even Mr. Crow had not detected the intrusion was terrifyingly simple.

The ghost was ten thousand years old.

There had never been an artifact recorded in history capable of defending a human against such an ancient entity.

Spirits that reached ten thousand years of existence shouldn’t be scared of anyone.

Mr. Crow could not understand it.

’Why would a being with that level of cultivation choose possession? It could wander the entire city freely... it could cause unimaginable havoc without hiding inside a mortal body.’

Exorcist in the city? They are nothing but puny ants in front of 10,000 year old ghost.

So why?

He looked toward Axel.

Axel had already begun channeling energy into Lana, his face pale yet resolute.

Other teachers quickly surrounded her, forming a circle.

Waves of different energies surged forward: pure aether, mystic cultivation, spiritual resonance.

Exorcists activated techniques one after another, while talismans ignited and burst into cleansing light.

Yet none of it worked.

Lana stood there unmoving, a wide grin stretched across her face as though she were enjoying a private joke.

Then she lifted her hand lazily.

"I am finally free," she spoke, her voice layered with something ancient and hollow. "And you insects truly believed you could stop me."

Her gaze swept across them with disdain.

"Why can you not understand? Before me, you are nothing."

She waved her hand.

In the next instant, every teacher and student was slammed violently into the ground as if crushed by an invisible force. Bones cracked.

Several people coughed blood. Some tried to rise but could not even move, their bodies pinned by overwhelming pressure.

Outside, chaos reigned.

Inside Lana’s consciousness, however, an entirely different battle had begun.

She found herself standing in a vast darkness, facing a strange gaseous figure formed entirely of shifting energy.

"Get out of my body," Lana said, her voice trembling but firm.

The entity ignored her, as though dismissing a child’s tantrum.

"Close your eyes," it murmured, its tone calm and absolute. "Accept this peacefully. You were destined to die anyway."

Lana clenched her fists and forced herself to move.

’I am not dying like this.’

She raised her hand and summoned her mystic energy. The power responded, gathering around her like flickering flames, before she hurled it directly at the gaseous form.

The attack struck.

It did nothing.

The entity looked down at her with faint curiosity.

"Did you truly believe that such weak energy could harm me?"

Lana gritted her teeth.

Memories surfaced.

Lectures from Spineridge University. Stern teachers emphasize survival above all else.