Chapter 43: Sharing Sutras and Transmitting the Dao, the Secrets of Ghost Cultivators

After the time it took to brew a pot of tea. Clang! Su Yi’s ethereal figure stopped in place. He stood at the center of the courtyard and sheathed his sword. With one last hum of his sword, the rippling darkness and moonlight regained their former tranquility. “Delightful!” Su Yi’s eyes lit up, and he felt intoxicatingly, joyously uninhibited. Why did he call it the Rejoicing Sword? His body was like colored glass, his heart like the sun and moon, radiant yet tranquil. He rejoiced,...