CFSMS -Chapter 213 The Immortal Path Is Endless, Yet Lifespan Has an End

Elder Jiang had only reached halfway with his outstretched hand when he suddenly felt a chilling, ominous aura locking onto him. The owner of that aura was clearly warning him not to touch its “heart.”

Elder Jiang’s fingers twitched in midair a few times before he calmly withdrew his hand.

“Feeling a bit tired. Just stretching.”

Yes, just stretching. He had absolutely no intention of coveting that ghost’s true heart.

After scaring Elder Jiang off, the ghost turned its back to Lu Wu and refused to speak.

A ghost getting angry—how do you comfort it? Urgent. Very urgent. Online waiting!

As expected, sincerity wasn’t so easy to obtain. Just as Lu Wu was about to fully embrace the path of a “scummy woman,” a sudden flash of inspiration struck her. She picked up a roasted rabbit and handed it over.

“My bad. This is an apology.”

“Be careful, it’s hot.”

The fragrant roasted rabbit was placed right in front of it, impossible for the ghost to ignore.

It took it, its pitch-black face splitting open into a wide mouth, and bit down hard on half the rabbit, chewing furiously as if venting its anger.

Bones and all—it crunched loudly, the sound grating yet somehow increasingly appetizing with every bite.

Soon, the ghost’s eating slowed down noticeably.

Wisp after wisp of black energy began peeling away from its body like silk being stripped apart. The process was slow, but steady—like water dripping through stone.

The aroma of roasted rabbit drew the attention of the other ghosts, all of whom stared at the “favored” ghost with resentment.

If having your sincerity trampled could be exchanged for a roasted rabbit, they would gladly accept it too.

The ghost closest to Lu Wu—the Ghost King—tilted its head as if thinking deeply. Then, before Lu Wu could even react, it pulled out its own “ghost heart,” slammed it onto the ground, and stomped on it fiercely.

Still unsatisfied, it even jumped up and down on it.

The force was so terrifying it made everyone watching flinch.

Lu Wu feared the heart might actually break—but fortunately, it proved surprisingly durable, only getting covered in dust.

After finishing, the Ghost King looked at Lu Wu expectantly.

“Human, my sincerity has also been trampled. I suppose I’m next for a roasted rabbit, right?”

Lu Wu: “……”

That’s… a bit too ruthless.

To prevent this violent ghost from literally ripping out its sincerity again, Lu Wu quickly handed over another roasted rabbit.

Receiving it, the Ghost King calmly sat down and began eating.

Compared to the other ghosts’ roughness, its movements were much more refined. It tore off a rabbit leg.

The golden-brown surface of the roasted leg glistened with oil, the flesh at the cut a tender pink, juicy and aromatic, with steam carrying an irresistible fragrance.

The Ghost King took small, careful bites from the edge.

It knew humans feared its existence, so it tried to appear more “civilized.”

But the moment the meat entered its mouth, it realized something—this aroma capable of restoring its sanity was nothing compared to the taste itself.

The crisp outer layer, the tender inner meat, the faint charcoal fragrance, and the spice blending with the rabbit’s natural sweetness all fused together as it chewed.

Such flavor made its eating pace unconsciously quicken.

With one wide bite, an entire roasted rabbit disappeared into that bottomless mouth. A few chews later—it was gone.

“Burp.”

The Ghost King let out a belch. At the same time, black energy around its body also began to disperse.

Beside it, Lu Wu seemed to see a human silhouette hidden beneath the ghostly aura.

And this was happening to all the ghosts who were eating roasted rabbit.

The speed at which they consumed the food directly affected how quickly the ghostly energy faded.

“Boss Lu, please continue roasting rabbits for these ghosts.”

“I suspect these so-called ghosts are actually beings corrupted by some form of ghostly energy.”

Elder Jiang, who had been observing from the side, spoke thoughtfully through voice transmission. Lu Wu glanced at him and indicated she understood.

She had the same intention.

There was more than enough supply of roasted rabbit now. The “tool people” stopped competing over who got to eat first and instead naturally gathered to help prepare the rabbits.

One roasted rabbit after another was placed around the fire, while the glazed flames stretched and danced.

Around the fire, the ghosts quietly waited.

As more and more roasted rabbits were consumed, the ghosts began to reveal their true forms.

They were human.

More precisely—they had once been human.

A disciple of the Shenqiang Sect, Yue Zhang, who was passing seasoning, exclaimed in shock:

“They’ve turned into spirit beings!”

If she wished, she could even form contracts with these spirit beings.

But Yue Zhang knew—they would not choose her.

As the ghostly energy fused within them was purged, their restored faces revealed memories and bitterness from the past, along with gratitude toward Lu Wu.

“Boss Lu… thank you.”

“Your roasted rabbit is delicious.”

One of them stood up and bowed deeply to Lu Wu.

Everyone could see his body gradually turning into light particles, fading away from the mortal world.

This was… transcendence.

“You are the Ghost Clan.”

Elder Jiang, however, seemed to recall something ancient from his memory.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve heard that name.”

The Ghost King gave a faint smile. Compared to the others who were already dissipating, his form remained relatively stable. He still held a roasted rabbit, eating it slowly and methodically.

“So there are still people who remember us.”

His voice was calm, but carried the sorrow and weight of countless years.

“What is the Ghost Clan?” someone asked curiously.

Even many disciples of the Shenqiang Sect had never heard of it.

“It is said that long ago, when the Western Region was still a barren wilderness, there once existed an ancient clan whose surname was ‘Gui’—the Ghost Clan.”

“At that time, demonic beasts ravaged the land, and ghosts and corrupted spirits roamed freely. Humanity suffered immensely, treated like livestock for monsters.”

“Then, a cultivator arose from the Ghost Clan. With great willpower and fortune, he became an extremely powerful existence. He protected humanity and gave them space to survive.”

“Ghosts were not spirit souls—they could not enter reincarnation, only endlessly slaughter.”

“In order to change humanity’s fate, that cultivator led the entire Ghost Clan in a counterattack against the ghosts.”

“Under their overwhelming assault, the number of ghosts was greatly reduced.”

“Unlike beasts that return to heaven and earth upon death, ghosts were nearly impossible to kill completely. Only later did that cultivator realize—they were all corrupted living beings.”

“After exhausting countless efforts, he finally discovered the source of ghostly energy and led his clan to seal it away.”

“From that point on, ghosts disappeared from the Western Region, and the Ghost Clan vanished from the world as well.”

“The rise and disappearance of the clan happened within just a few short years. Due to historical fragmentation in the Western Region, many people believed the Ghost Clan was nothing more than a fabricated legend.”

“Later, sects rose, Dao techniques clashed, and no one mentioned the Ghost Clan again.”

“Even the records of the Shenqiang Sect only exist because the founder once recorded fragments mentioned by the spear cultivator who suppressed the Ghost Gate.”

“Then what happened after that?” someone asked.

Why did the Ghost Clan disappear so completely?

And why, when they reappeared, had they themselves become ghosts—only to be hunted and purged by generations of Shenqiang Sect disciples?

The Ghost King fell silent.

He looked at the crowd, his sharp gaze seeming to pierce through the long river of time, toward a buried past.

“The immortal path is endless, yet lifespan has an end.”

Beneath the Ghost King’s youthful and gentle exterior lay the engravings of countless years of wind and frost.