Medical Examiner Can Revive the Dead-Chapter 454: What Exactly Is a Celestial Master?!
"What is a Celestial Master?!"
The inquiry from the vengeful ghost caused Zhang Feng's gaze to pause slightly.
It's not that Zhang Feng didn't want to explain to the ghost.
But upon hearing the question, Zhang Feng found himself asking internally:
"Indeed, what is a Celestial Master?"
He, Zhang Feng, a rightful heir to the Celestial Master's legacy!
And yet, he didn't know how to answer this question?!
But it wasn't particularly surprising.
Previously, Zhang Feng had never considered this question.
Because in the world before he transmigrated, from the moment he was born, Celestial Masters existed.
In their eyes, Celestial Masters were the most powerful beings under the heavens.
He was the guardian deity of the entire Huaxia Continent.
With his own strength, he could even suppress invading foes from all directions!
He was also known as the foremost beneath the Immortals!
As long as there's a Celestial Master around.
The world would not fall into great chaos.
The Evil Cultivator wouldn't dare act recklessly, and vengeful ghosts wouldn't harm the world either.
In their eyes, Celestial Masters were akin to gods.
But...
What is a Celestial Master?
This question.
This was the first time in his life that someone..... a ghost, had asked him this question.
He, a rightful heir to the Celestial Master, found himself unable to answer.
"I...."
Zhang Feng's voice was somewhat obscure:
"I don't know."
"You don't know?!"
The incredulous voice of the vengeful ghost echoed once more:
"But you're clearly from that place, and yet you don't know what a Celestial Master is?!"
Listening to the ghost's voice.
A self-mocking smile appeared on Zhang Feng's face.
Then he softly lay back on the bed, gazing up at the sky.
His eyes even became a bit vacant, staring blankly at the ceiling.
In this manner, he seemed to be pondering the question.
What truly is a Celestial Master?
What is the significance of inheriting this position of Celestial Master?
To be reduced to such a state by a question from a ghost, Zhang Feng truly felt lost.
The ghost, appearing not overly curious.
Seeing Zhang Feng lying there distracted, eyes vacant.
Suddenly, it began to harbor some thoughts.
It floated lightly in the air, gradually drifting out of Zhang Feng's sight.
It lingered for a moment outside Zhang Feng's view.
Constantly stealthily observing Zhang Feng's reactions.
Realizing Zhang Feng appeared to be in a meditative state, completely ignoring its presence.
The ghost's spectral form began to exult in excitement.
Earlier, the lid of the thermos holding it was opened, but Zhang Feng's talisman prevented its full escape.
But now, Zhang Feng had directly drawn it out of the thermos himself.
If Zhang Feng remained focused on it, escape would be impossible due to his overwhelming power.
But if, now, Zhang Feng's attention had entirely shifted away.
Wouldn't that mean its chance had come?
Thus, it made no sound, not even the type of incorporeal noise only it could produce.
Silently, it reached the door.
Slowly, it extended its spectral form toward the doorway.
In the next moment.
"Where are you going?"
Zhang Feng's voice suddenly came from behind the ghost.
Visible to Zhang Feng's naked eye, the ghost's spectral form vibrated violently.
The ghost immediately turned around, only to find Zhang Feng mysteriously standing behind it.
Dear goodness, being a ghost meant silence in motion.
Yet Zhang Feng, a human, concealed his presence even more adeptly.
"I...."
The ghost, stiffened in terror, seemed ready to explain something to Zhang Feng.
But then again, it thought: you're my enemy who killed my husband; why explain to you?!
"Die!!!"
The ghost suddenly emitted a sharp scream.
The previously blood-red spectral form deepening into a darker crimson.
As if thick, fresh blood, this intense red light softly pulsated.
This scene.
Zhang Feng was all too familiar with it.
Previously Lin Rui's aunt, or rather the vengeful ghost possessing her, the daughter of the ghost before him, also resorted to such a strange move.
Self-destruct!
Indeed, the ghost intended to self-destruct before Zhang Feng.
Destroying itself and taking Zhang Feng along.
Going down together, avenging its husband.
But would Zhang Feng let it succeed?
Looking at the self-destructing ghost ahead, Zhang Feng showed no expression, remaining calm.
Extending a finger, he gently tapped on its spectral form.
The ghost's crimson light flickered intensely until Zhang Feng's finger approached.
The fierce red light suddenly stopped flickering.
Not only that.
The ghost's blood-red color began to fade.
Rapidly dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Within a few breaths.
The originally red ghost transformed into a dim gray specter, no different from ordinary ghosts.
"You!"
The ghost's voice trembled:
"What have you done?! What did you do to me?!"
"Where's my cultivation?! Where did my cultivation go?!"
"Damn it, what did you do to me?!"
Exactly....
Zhang Feng's single finger didn't just suppress the ghost's self-destruction but scattered its cultivation instantly.
Now, the ghost posed no threat to humans!
Earlier, the ghost was even stronger than Ma Xiaotong, who possessed the Power of Merit.
Yet now it's reduced to this state?
"What did you do to me?!"
"How did you do it?!"
"Impossible, this is impossible!!!!"
Driven frantic by Zhang Feng's miraculous move, the ghost seemed maddened!
Its grey spectral form trembled furiously.
Constantly emitting sharp howls.
Even attempted weakly to clash against Zhang Feng.
As if intending to give Zhang Feng a beating.
But the phantom couldn't touch Zhang Feng at all.
Every attempt to approach Zhang Feng ended with it being bounced away.
This is the unbridgeable gap in power!
At this moment, Zhang Feng was unbothered by the ghost's collisions, causing no harm, not even a hair being damaged.
Turning back to the bed prepared for him by Lin Rui's mother.
Watching this nearly deranged ghost, he calmly spoke:
"You've asked your questions, now it's my turn."
"Tell me, what is Cultivation Origin?"
"Why should I tell you?!"
The ghost's sharp cry seemed tinged with a sob.
"You are my enemy, I cannot coexist with you in the same world!"
"Why should I answer your question!!"
While screaming, the ghost kept colliding with Zhang Feng.
Intent on dying in the process, if necessary.
But Zhang Feng grew impatient.
Raising his hand directly.
With a "snap!", he grabbed the ghost's throat!
The ghost being a phantom, untouchable, yet now held by Zhang Feng in its throat.
The colliding movements froze in mid-air.
As Zhang Feng turned his head, gazing at the ghost, his tone gaining a chill:
"I'm giving you a chance, don't force my hand!"
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