Within six hours, Lingyuan Sect had fresh gossip to discuss over dinner.
"Gu Yuze—yes, that Gu Yuze—actually apologized to Sister Cao."
"Hong Tian said that he did in front of everyone in the Refinement Hall. Something about the punishment changed him and he resolved to be a better Taoist and disciple."
"Yes, right. If Gu Yuze can change, then I can also become Senior Brother Han Dao's Companion."
"They should just expel him. Do you know how embarrassing it is to be in the same sect as him? Sect Master should just expel him."
Gu Yuze was not unaware of their gossip. In fact, everything was unfolding just as he had planned. Still, he shared the same question as many of the other students.
Why on earth had the little ghost king not been expelled from his sect?
He had spent hours on the Ghosts app, poring over comments, separating facts from fallacy.
And there was a lot to sift through. Many threads were dedicated to him.
Gu Yuze was infamous among Lingyun students for one particular reason: his fear of ghosts.
Gu Yuze blinked several times and reread the comments over again, tracing it back to three years ago when Gu Yuze first appeared on the site.
According to sect rules, students in the Formation Hall focused solely on theory for six months before embarking on a field trip.
It was a mere wandering ghost- it should have been a piece of cake for the small groups of students to deal with.
However, the moment it was summoned, Gu Yuze broke the formation while screaming. His fear had produced enough yin energy for the wandering ghost to mutate.
A student was injured in the entire chaos.
But that was only the first in a long list of various incidents.
Collasping in the assembly during a lecture.
Vomiting and falling so ill that an elder had to intervene.
The entire forum was littered with chatter and laughter.
Gu Yuze rubbed his brow. This was a Taoist sect dedicated entirely to ghost exorcism.
Why would someone terrified of ghosts willingly join this sect? It was like an aquaphobe choosing to be a deep-sea diver.
Thinking about it, the irony was undeniable—a man terrified of ghosts ended up becoming a ghost king.
Why was he even scared of ghosts? Was he from a mortal family?
There was nothing about his family but Gu Yuze learnt so much more about the little ghost king.
To many students, his life was nothing more than entertainment—like a movie they watched from a distance, having already alienated him in their minds.
Since he was not one of them, he was fair game.
If he was in this sect, would he have done the same?
Probably.
He took one a book and began to jot down the important things. It took him a long time and by the time he was done, he was so frustrated he wanted to throw the book away.
In his plan, after spreading the information, he would go to the library, pick a new cultivation method and then come home and use the one he had already tailored for himself and cultivate.
But to enter the library, he needed points.
In Lingyun sect, the point system governed everything. There were two ways to get points: chores or mission.
Since Gu Yuze was terrified of ghosts, he never accepted missions. As for chores…
He was quite diligent, doing both his chores and that of others.
Except one thing.
He wanted them to pay him in money.
"Hahaha!" Gu Yuze laughed out loud.
Said money, Gu Yuze did not see. The points, he had none.
He needed to get points. The most important thing was getting points.
Must he really do chores? Gu Yuze's only chore at home was to breathe.
If this transmigration was a punishment, he was truly remorseful—so whoever was in charge ought to just forgive him.
After he had raged for ten minutes, Gu Yuze calmed down.
He opened a new Ghosts account on the app. He customized this one to his preference- setting his age to 45 and his profile to that of a wandering Taoist.
Gu Yuze was frustrated when he realized he couldn't register another account on the Lingyun server.
The login ID was the sect registration number. It was a good thing though that Gu Yuze had not posted anything before. He had a few messages with someone called Wang Ming.
Gu Yuze read through the messages carefully.
He then changed his name and profile picture before logging out.
He was absolutely famished. He checked the time on his phone. It was already ten minutes after eleven.
The cafeteria must be closed by now. He reached for him s phone and then paused, frowning as he did so.
He had forgotten again and had wanted to order food. His father had never punished him by starving him but when Gu Yuze was younger, he has been quite the temperamental teenager.
He would loudly announce that he would not eat dinner. Then order food online, sneaking through the Bao Forest just to get a plate of fried chicken and soup dumpling.
He looked at the phone, his chest filling a bit tight before shaking his head. What's done is done. There was no benefit dwelling on it.
He slumped on the seat. Ah! What should he do?
A second later, Gu Yuze smiled, ignoring the voice that begged him not to do what he wanted to do.
He bit his lip again, drawing blood, then traced a talisman onto his leg with his index finger.
Warm spiritual energy filled him and Gu Yuze could feel his body becoming lighter.
What he was doing was not ideal. Blood was a powerful thing and should not be misused, it was probably a taboo in this time to use it so carelessly.
But in his time, blood was just a powerful medium. Very tricky to use but nothing to fear.
With no hesitation, Gu Yuze opened his window and jumped.