Chapter 377: Execute Plan A—Prepare to Seize Control of the World
Yin energy was a type of energy extremely attuned to the dark attribute.
By itself, it wasn't threatening—
at worst, a regular person exposed to it might catch a cold or come down with a serious illness.
But once it came into contact with the Royal Drought Fiend,
the dense yin energy around it ignited like swamp gas, instantly turning into corpse energy.
Gray-green corpse qi, like swirling ribbons, coiled around the Royal Drought Fiend,
as if dressing this former battlefield general in ghostly shrouds of armor.
"Monster!"
Daoist Qianhe roared in fury,
raising his peachwood sword and stabbing toward the Fiend's back.
A wooden sword that should've shattered on the iron armor glowed with dazzling golden light the moment it touched.
Centuries-old peachwood,
infused with accumulated yang energy and nurtured by Qianhe's power—
even a thousand-year zombie would bleed from it.
Zzzzzz…
Black smoke billowed, like rotten flesh sizzling on fire.
The Royal Drought Fiend reached for Qianhe's disciple, who had been pinned by the coffin and couldn't move.
Having just mutated, the zombie lacked full intelligence.
The direct stab through the back—piercing its chest and reaching its head—sent a wave of danger through its undeveloped senses.
It howled, stumbling back.
Bang!
Erza, clad in Heaven's Wheel Armor, flung the coffin lid aside and rescued the disciple with crushed legs.
"Strange… a puppet master?"
Qianhe raised a brow.
In ancient times, the Mo School studied mechanical arts, crafting armor from yokai flesh and metal to strengthen the body.
But the army wiped them out—because this art allowed commoners to wield immense power, creating thousands of soldiers out of thin air.
It threatened the ruling elite.
Daoism, on the other hand, required talent, fate, and lifelong cultivation.
Even at its peak, it had only produced four top masters in this generation.
"To think I'd witness a puppeteer's legacy… even if I die today, it's worth it."
Qianhe pressed his palms together and bowed to Erza, who had saved his disciple.
Yet his words were full of resignation.
The events unfolding could no longer be dismissed as coincidence.
Daoists were firm believers in fate and cosmic balance.
For a corpse only dead for a few months to mutate into a Drought Fiend—this had to be Heaven's doing.
Heaven had doomed Qianhe.
Whoosh!
A purifying arrow tore through the corpse qi like scissors through cloth.
Kikyo was a powerful shrine maiden,
groomed by the Inuyasha world's will to become a divine figure comparable to Midoriko.
She was only slightly weaker than Qianhe.
Crack!
The Royal Drought Fiend caught the arrow with one hand,
but the spiritual energy burned its palm even through its zombie defenses.
"Daoist Qianhe, now's not the time for pessimism!"
Red-haired Erza swung her twin swords, engaging the Fiend in close combat.
Though she lacked the purifying energy of Qianhe and Kikyo,
she attacked relentlessly with countless blades.
Each strike sparked off its tough zombie hide, sounding like clashing steel.
Even her strongest weapons were chipped and broken.
"Even if I die, we can't let it escape. If it does, this land is doomed."
A Drought Fiend born of royal blood would attract countless lesser zombies.
Soon, a [Corpse Kingdom] would rise within Qing.
Qianhe didn't need to explain.
Kikyo and the others understood.
The Fiend was only Level 26—yet it overpowered a Level 40 Qianhe.
That alone spoke volumes.
Though they were new to the Reincarnation Game,
Anya had explained that levels represented power progression—
the difference between a juvenile and a matured yokai.
If it was this strong now,
it might one day surpass even legends like the Great Dog General.
…
"Qianhe's right. Heaven really does want him dead."
Watching the Drought Fiend's birth,
Fang Yi knew he could've stopped it—but he didn't.
He let the royal corpse soak in yin energy and transform into a corrupted monster.
The Qing Kingdom Ghost Story's world will had already been infected.
Rather than evolve into a Tier 3 world, it chose to embrace corruption and drag the whole world down.
According to the original storyline,
Daoism would birth four great exorcists: Shijian, Lin Fengjiao, Four-Eyes, and Qianhe.
With overwhelming yang energy, they would force the world to rebalance itself.
The royal corpse would rise just long enough to kill Qianhe and restore cosmic harmony.
The world will was patient—
waiting for a game-breaking hero to emerge before risking its essence on them.
Fang Yi understood.
It was like Zhang Sanfeng in Heavenly Sword and Dragon Saber, or the Vampire General from My Date with a Vampire.
Even the most gifted among the Daoist Four—Shijian or Lin Fengjiao—weren't enough to make the world bet everything.
So it maintained the balance.
But now?
The Qing world's balance had already been broken.
The world will was pumping all its energy into yin and mixing it with corruption,
spawning fallen creatures far stronger than thousand-year zombies.
Clearly,
a corruption faction had made a deal.
So Fang Yi's original plan to peacefully absorb the world—like he did with the Shinobi and Pirate Worlds—was no longer viable.
It had to be conquered by force.
Still, this was the perfect time to recruit Qianhe, Lin Fengjiao, and other powerful Daoists who had been abandoned by the world will.
"Master… are we really about to fight the world will for control over Qing Kingdom Ghost Story?"
The white-haired loli looked uneasy.
This was no longer some skirmish.
The world had sided with the Corruption Continent.
To fight it now was to openly declare war on corruption itself.
Most world wills were terrified of the Corruption Continent—down to their bones.
Afuku had grown up hearing horror stories about it.
Fang Yi, for once, didn't mock her.
No—she was no longer a loli, but a lovely young girl.
He gently patted her head.
"You can't submit to fear. Not when this is a fight to the death."
He thought of the day he was supposed to return to Earth to claim his ten billion cash prize—
only to be blindsided by this white-haired girl in a panic.
He sighed.
"When you feel fear and pain, remember this:
What comes next will define your destiny."
"Embrace the fear. Let it fuel your growth. That's how heroes are born."
"But Master… what if we fail?"
She blinked up at him, teary-eyed.
Fang Yi's smile twitched.
He ruffled her white hair into a mess and said:
"Every terrible idea that challenged corruption so far? Those were mine.
So if anyone's dying first... it'll probably be me."
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