Chapter 98

"White... White Tiger Lord!"

The Daoists from Jiangcheng were stunned as they looked at the scene before them—

The head of the Special Event Handling Bureau had unexpectedly transformed into a pure white tiger with wings on its back. However, this tiger was not much bigger than an ordinary cat and was currently hanging in the air by the back of its neck, being held by Ke Xingzhou.

In comparison, the fact that Daoist Ke had used his second disciple’s blood to draw talismans seemed less surprising.

For a moment, the Daoists didn't know which part of the scene they should be more shocked by. They could only stare blankly as everything unfolded.

It wasn't until Ke Xingzhou slowly ceased his actions that a spell they had never seen before appeared on the white tiger's fur. The spell was golden, with hidden silver light flowing through it. When it landed on the tiger's fur, it didn’t seep in but formed a barrier, adhering to the tiger’s body, then flowing down its torso and into its limbs.

Ke Xingzhou released his grip and patted Xiang Ting's head, saying, "Go."

His tone and movement were as if calling a cat.

Xiang Ting: "..."

In the current urgent situation, Xiang Ting didn’t have time to dwell on Ke Xingzhou's attitude towards him. He felt the power flowing from the runes on his body and growled lowly before stepping in front of the Daoists.

As he stood in his tiger form, his clothes ripped apart, and the Daoists suddenly noticed the deep and shallow wounds on the white tiger’s body. Judging by the color and the state of the wounds, it was clear they were recently inflicted.

The signs of the earlier fight in Xiang Ting's room at the hotel were immediately explained.

The Daoists had complex feelings. They had never realized that the divine beast of their Taoist sect had been right in front of them the whole time. Only when the divine beast revealed its true form did they notice.

In contrast, Daoist Ke from the Xiaoyao Sect had remained calm since earlier and seemed unfazed by the appearance of the divine beast White Tiger. Had he already sensed it?

The Daoists’ impression of Ke Xingzhou continued to change. They no longer felt any need to compare him with anyone. They now felt that the Xiaoyao Sect was truly unfathomable. They couldn’t help but wonder what kind of divine figure could teach someone like Ke Xingzhou.

Ke Xingzhou, feeling their gaze, slowly revealed a question mark above his head: "?"

At that moment, Nie Chen, who had been discarded once used, let out a faint "hiss."

It was clear that his injury had been aggravated! Ke Xingzhou immediately turned to look at him and saw that the finger wound, which should have already healed, had split open again. A drop of blood was slowly emerging from it.

Ke Xingzhou furrowed his brows and instinctively leaned over, pressing his lips to Nie Chen's index finger.

As the taste of blood spread in his mouth, Ke Xingzhou only then realized, slowly straightening up under the Daoists' gaze, and pushing the already-healing finger back into place.

Nie Chen remained calm, his expression indifferent, making the surrounding Daoists and Zhu Chu wonder if they had overreacted.

It seemed that the blood of Ke Xingzhou's second disciple had some special use. It could even replace cinnabar for drawing talismans. So it was normal for Daoist Ke to use his disciple's blood to help with the wound... Or not!The yellow-haired fox looked at the two of them suspiciously and said to Zhu Chu, "What’s the relationship between your master and your junior? It feels like the internal relationships in your sect are more chaotic than ours in the evil way..."

Zhu Chu, who had been staring blankly at Ke Xingzhou and the other, snapped back to reality upon hearing this and immediately gave the yellow-haired fox a whack on the head.

"What nonsense are you thinking at such a young age! The green platform doesn't allow inappropriate content, speak carefully!"

Ke Xingzhou silently turned his face away, while Nie Chen gave Zhu Chu a faint look, the familiar gaze making the back of Zhu Chu’s neck feel cold, as though he had a premonition of impending doom.

The Daoists nearby had already turned their gaze away, looking anxiously at the scene in the center.

The Six-Armed Dragon God, worshiped by the Jiulong Temple, had an unknown origin, but being treated as a deity by the evil way and devouring souls without facing divine punishment, it was clearly not a simple character.

The battle between Lord White Tiger and the Six-Armed Dragon God was evenly matched, further proving how difficult this opponent was.

This level of battle was not something ordinary humans could be involved in. As they watched the White Tiger transformed from Xiang Ting fighting the Six-Armed Dragon God, the Daoists scanned their surroundings and noticed the sneaky approach of the friendly ghosts from the Xiaoyao Sect towards the other dragon gods.

The Daoists' expressions stiffened, and they quickly called out, "Ke Daoist, what are your Xiaoyao Sect’s ghost workers doing over there!"

Everyone turned to look in the direction he pointed, seeing that the ghost workers of the Xiaoyao Sect had surrounded the remaining eight of the Nine Dragon Gods, with the leader still being the smooth-talking old ghost.

"Don’t hit me, we're not like your three-legged evil cult, we have a proper Daoist’s protective spell on us. Don’t even think about eating us, just touching us will make lightning strike you!"

The eight dragon gods hesitated for a moment.

The old ghost saw that this method worked and immediately took advantage of it. "I just heard from our Mr. Zhu that you rejected his job offer? It must be because you don’t understand the benefits of our Xiaoyao Sect. Come, we’re all ghosts, let me tell you about the perks of joining our sect."

Apart from the Six-Armed Dragon God, the other dragon gods of the Nine Dragons Temple, clearly lacking enough incense, moved and thought sluggishly. Upon hearing this, they didn’t immediately reject it.

Only the one with a goat-like beard, who looked somewhat like a goat, reacted more lively and gave the old ghost a cold glance, showing great disdain.

The old ghost, thick-skinned as ever, had once even hid a golden Buddha and still had the audacity to delay paying dues, so this little setback was nothing to him. As long as the other side responded, it was a good sign.

The old ghost immediately turned his attention to the goat-faced one.

He exclaimed, "Ah, what’s with that cold smile? Do you really think everything you have in the Jiulong Temple is already enough? That’s completely wrong!"

Having passed a one-month probation period, the old ghost had successfully become the ghost manager, specializing in the recruitment of ghost workers. Now, when he spoke, he was not only shameless but also very confident!

He’d start with "capitalist traps" and end with "you must have suffered from workplace PUA." In just a few sentences, he had successfully painted Jiulong Temple as a black-hearted company that ate ghosts without spitting out the bones.

Then, he switched tactics, "What you get at the Jiulong Temple, we at the Xiaoyao Sect have it too! In fact, we have even more! Come on, tell me what kind of treatment you want, and I’ll try to negotiate with the leadership."

This combo punch was so effective that even the Daoists were almost swayed, let alone the confused Nine Dragon Gods?

The goat-faced one snorted and opened his mouth, "It’s just some small benefits. Do you think we, who chose Jiulong Temple, are like you wandering souls with no ambitions? We’re here for Jiulong Temple’s incense."

The ghosts behind the old man began to lose their patience, displeased upon hearing this.

What did he mean by "wandering souls with no ambition"?

Their jobs at the Xiaoyao Sect were dignified and stable. When they sent letters back to their family and friends in the underworld, everyone was proud and envious!

This was a job that many ghosts fought for, and internal referrals were very hot!

Their eagerness for their job made the Daoists even more confused, almost wondering if they had suddenly crossed into some parallel universe.The old ghost, however, remained very composed. His expression changed slightly, but he quickly puffed out his chest proudly: "Isn’t it just incense? Our Xiyou Sect’s ghost employees have plenty of incense. Er Dan, show him your fan count!"

The ghost called Er Dan immediately responded, stepping forward with great energy, holding up a new paper-made mobile phone and offering it to the goat-faced figure.

Displayed on it was a photo from a social platform, showing that the account named "Little Soldier Er Dan" already had a few thousand followers, almost comparable to some minor idols.

The goat-faced figure clearly didn’t understand these modern things, and Er Dan kindly explained, "The underworld's network isn’t connected to the human world yet, so I had Mr. Zhu help me check the follower count. These are all natural fans we attracted when we went out to play a role, no data was inflated!"

Playing a role... inflating data...

The Daoists were already stunned.

The goat-faced figure also looked puzzled, but he probably understood a few points: "So, you mean, these are your followers?"

Er Dan was momentarily confused and didn’t get to speak before the old ghost continued, "Of course! Look at this number, isn’t it more than the followers waiting for you outside? You’ve been here for ten years, how many people follow you? When they come in, aren’t they all aiming at the one with six arms in the main seat?"

The goat-faced dragon god paused, his eyes becoming distant.

The old ghost pressed on, "Er Dan has only been with us for half a month! He didn’t even attend the busiest auditions, and that’s when followers really grew fast! The most popular here is a young girl, who played a female ghost and immediately hit over 100,000 followers, and it's still growing!"

The goat-faced dragon god's expression became even more confused: "So many followers, and they’re all just for him alone?"

"Of course!" The old ghost beamed with pride, "We, Xiyou Sect, don’t do things like withholding followers from our employees. These are all real numbers, no water added!"

"And they send you incense?"

"Of course they do, why wouldn’t they? Don’t look at how many ghosts we have; we all have personal pages on the Xiyou Sect website, and the fans burn incense and generate data on those pages. Mr. Zhu also burns incense for us according to our share. Plus, the ghosts with the highest rankings at the end of the month get extra bonuses!"

The goat-faced dragon god’s expression shifted, showing clear signs of wavering.

The old ghost seized the opportunity, giving a subtle signal to the other benevolent ghosts, signaling Er Dan to take this goat-faced dragon god to discuss salary details.

As for him, he gave the remaining seven dragon gods a slight smile: "Do you have any more questions?"

The seven dragon gods, who had been recuperating in the Nine Dragon Temple, absorbing incense and resting, had never been subjected to such persuasive rhetoric. Their expressions wavered, and as they looked at these benevolent ghosts with clear bodies and golden light from Daoist techniques, their gazes inevitably revealed a sense of longing.

The old ghost waved his hand: "Let’s go, let’s talk in detail!"

The eight dragon gods left the battlefield and followed toward the corner of the main hall.

Everyone: "…………???"