Three Sins Against Heaven

Watching Robert Zhou leave, Ghost Guest's smile vanished as soon as he returned to his courtyard.

It wasn't the loss of three Spirit Slaves that bothered him, but Robert's attitude.

As fellow personal disciples, would Robert dare act this way if his cultivation was higher than Mark Ye's?

Looking at the nearly identical pavilions before him, Ghost Guest couldn't help but recall the days under Mark Ye, the four comrades who entrusted their lives to him, and that final battle.

The purple-clad girl, seeing Ghost Guest's silence, grew increasingly fearful.

She had known her future wouldn't be bright when her Qi Sea was broken, but watching Ghost Guest casually kill those three youths filled her with dread, fearing she might be next if she made a wrong move.

"They were bribed to kill me, so I killed them," Ghost Guest explained calmly, seeing through the purple-clad girl's thoughts, before walking into the pavilion.

"Sir..." The purple-clad girl suddenly called out, biting her lip. After hesitating for a long time, she mustered the courage to ask, "Where will we stay?"

Ghost Guest paused, realizing he had overlooked this issue. He turned to look at the low houses beside the pavilion, and with a burst of Spiritual Energy, he demolished them.

They had once lived in such rooms, tormented by Mark Ye. Now, he didn't want to see such houses anymore.

"Forgive me, sir. I won't ask again. I'll stay wherever you want me to," the purple-clad girl hurriedly pulled the blue-clad girl to kneel, speaking humbly.

Ghost Guest hadn't realized he had already established a capricious image in the minds of these two girls. He pointed to the top floor of the pavilion.

"From now on, you will live on the top floor."

The purple-clad girl looked up in disbelief.

"Don't call me 'sir' anymore. Just call me Ghost Guest. Follow me," Ghost Guest said, turning to leave.

The purple-clad girl stared blankly at Ghost Guest as he walked into the pavilion, her eyes filled with uncertainty.

Could this be a test from him?

When they reached the top floor and saw the exquisite furnishings, the two still felt like they were dreaming, unable to believe Ghost Guest would let them stay in such a nice place.

After bringing them here, Ghost Guest left without saying anything or giving any instructions.

The more Ghost Guest acted this way, the more uneasy they felt.

The blue-clad girl clutched her clothes tightly, whispering, "Sister, I'm scared!"

"It's okay, I'm here. Don't be afraid," the purple-clad girl comforted her softly.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed from downstairs, and the two immediately fell silent, their hearts racing as the footsteps drew closer.

"Can I come up?" Little Tiger's honest voice called from below.

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"Yes," the purple-clad girl replied softly.

Little Tiger ran up the stairs, rounded the screen, and smiled warmly at the sisters. "Hello, I'm Little Tiger. Dylan Chen thought it might be inconvenient for you, so he arranged for you to stay on the top floor. I came to see if you needed any help."

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"We can manage on our own. You don't need to trouble yourself," the purple-clad girl quickly shook her head.

She could sense that this round-faced boy had a shallow aura, likely a Spirit Slave like them.

But she couldn't understand why this boy seemed to have a good relationship with their master, moving around freely without any concerns.

"Oh, alright then," Little Tiger scratched his head awkwardly. "I'll head back downstairs. I live on the second floor with Dylan Chen. If you need anything, just call me. By the way, what are your names?"

"I'm Laura Jiang, and this is my sister Cynthia Jiang," the purple-clad girl replied softly.

"Wow, your names are beautiful, and you both look very pretty," Little Tiger praised sincerely, then mumbled, "Dylan is cultivating and won't let me go out. I don't know what to do by myself. How about we play together?"

"We'll follow your lead," Laura nodded.

"Do you know how to play marbles?" Little Tiger asked.

"No," Laura shook her head.

"How about stone chess?"

"We don't know that either."

Little Tiger tilted his head in thought for a long time, then his eyes lit up. "The girls in my hometown love playing shuttlecock. You must know how to play that. Shall we play shuttlecock?"

Laura still shook her head. Although she agreed to play with Little Tiger, she kept politely declining.

They were new here and hadn't figured out the rules yet, fearing they might break one of Ghost Guest's taboos. Just because Little Tiger could act freely didn't mean they could too.

"Um, I know how to play shuttlecock," Cynthia finally spoke up, her voice as soft and delicate as she was.

Laura quickly grabbed Cynthia's hand, shaking her head slightly and giving her a look.

Just as she was about to politely decline, Little Tiger ran downstairs, and soon the sound of rummaging came from below.

Laura frowned, worried that the noise might disturb Ghost Guest and lead to punishment. She didn't want to experience the pain of the blood-red pills again.

Little Tiger soon returned, shaking a shuttlecock in his hand. "Look, I found it. It's not convenient here, let's go to the courtyard to play."

"We need to tidy up the room. We'll play with you another day," Laura still politely declined.

"Oh, alright," Little Tiger said disappointedly, turning to leave with the shuttlecock.

Cynthia whispered, "Sister, I want to play shuttlecock."

"Cynthia!" Laura tugged at Cynthia's sleeve, signaling with her eyes, "Be good, let's tidy up the room first."

As a Spirit Slave, she had undergone the training required for those with inferior aptitude and had seen many who broke the rules executed. The rules were deeply ingrained in her.

Hearing this, Little Tiger became excited and ran over to grab Cynthia's wrist, pulling her downstairs. "If you want to play, let's go. We'll play downstairs."

Seeing Cynthia being pulled away, Laura had no choice but to follow.

In the courtyard, Little Tiger kicked the shuttlecock a few times before passing it to Cynthia.

At first, Cynthia was too nervous to catch it, but after playing for a while, she relaxed and skillfully kicked it, earning Little Tiger's praise.

Laura stood aside, watching her sister play happily, smiling slightly. But when she thought of Ghost Guest, she couldn't help but look up at the silent second floor, her eyes filled with worry.

In the north room on the second floor, Ghost Guest sat cross-legged on the bed, holding a Spirit Stone. Spiritual Energy continuously flowed into his Qi Sea, filling it up, bringing him joy.

He had despaired countless times over his broken Qi Sea. Now that it was repaired, he couldn't wait to fill it up.

When the Spirit Stone in his hand turned to powder, his Qi Sea was full of Spiritual Energy. Just as he was about to end his cultivation, a sudden change occurred.

The Extinct Spirit Seed, dormant in his Sea of Consciousness, began to spin, devouring the Spiritual Energy in his Qi Sea. The once-full Qi Sea quickly emptied again.

Worse, the terrifying devouring force didn't stop, starting to drain Ghost Guest's life force.

Ghost Guest snorted coldly, taking out another Spirit Stone to continue absorbing Spiritual Energy.

If it wanted to devour, he'd let it devour to its heart's content.

The Qi Sea filled and emptied repeatedly. Spirit Stones turned to powder one after another, falling continuously.

When the last Spirit Stone was used up, the terrifying devouring force finally disappeared, and the Extinct Spirit Seed became dormant again.

Ghost Guest observed his Sea of Consciousness, carefully examining the Extinct Spirit Seed.

The black surface of the Extinct Spirit Seed now had nine vertical grooves, one of which glowed with a blood-red pattern.

He didn't know what this meant. Just as he was about to probe the Extinct Spirit Seed with his spiritual sense, it was forcefully repelled.

He tried many times but couldn't connect with the Extinct Spirit Seed.

His master, Adam Dao, had told him that the Extinct Spirit Seed could transform a person. But after devouring all his Spirit Stones, his body hadn't changed at all.

Ghost Guest frowned, not because he regretted the Spirit Stones. He could always earn more. But he feared that the next time he used Spirit Stones, the Extinct Spirit Seed would devour his Spiritual Energy again.

Devouring Spiritual Energy was one thing, but if it wasn't enough, the Extinct Spirit Seed would start draining his life force, and he couldn't stop it.

After thinking for a moment, Ghost Guest got up and quickly left the room.

Outside the pavilion, Laura heard footsteps behind her. Turning to see Ghost Guest approaching quickly, she was startled and hurriedly went to pull Cynthia, who was playing happily.

"Cynthia, stop playing."

Seeing Ghost Guest, Cynthia shrank behind Laura, terrified. The deaths of those three youths were still fresh in her mind. Although Ghost Guest had explained, she couldn't help but fear him.

To her, Ghost Guest was no different from Robert Zhou, who had killed indiscriminately during their training.

"Greetings, sir," Laura said, pulling Cynthia along and bowing respectfully, keeping her head lowered.