The instant Chen Nan’s soul plunged into the native of the Underworld.
The young man’s soul let out an angry roar.
“Who are you? Get out, get out of my body!”
Soul possession is a wicked act.
It goes against the heavenly way.
But Chen Nan had no choice.
He spoke, “I need to borrow your body. Once I succeed, I will make you a god.”
“Rest assured, since I am possessing your flesh, I will naturally fulfill your unfulfilled dreams.”
He decisively obliterated the other’s soul.
Possession is like a magpie occupying a crow’s nest.
The other must be killed.
Only then can one control another’s body.
If one waits for the other to breathe their last, it is called parasitism.
It cannot be called possession.
Parasitism and possession may seem similar.
But they are as different as heaven and earth.
Parasitism.
As the name suggests, it is merely a temporary dwelling within another’s body.
One knows nothing of the host’s past.
This will reveal flaws.
After all, one does not know the host’s personality or past.
Furthermore.
Parasites can only maintain their form for three to five days; after that, the flesh will rot.
But possession is different.
Possession is the plundering of the host’s body and memories.
The moment Chen Nan killed this young man.
A massive amount of memories exploded in his calm mind like a bomb!
Anyone else would have found it unbearable.
But for Chen Nan, it was like waking up with a headache after a heavy drinking session.
A throbbing pain.
At the same time.
He also learned the identity of this young man.
“Good heavens!”
“What a remarkable coincidence!”
“I never expected the person I possessed to also be named Chen Nan.”
Chen Nan never imagined that he would encounter someone in the wilderness who shared his name.
However.
This fellow’s fate was far more tragic than his own.
This fellow lived in an ancient city called ‘Tongcheng’.
He was the illegitimate son of the Chen family, one of the six major families of Tongcheng, living outside the city.
He had always lived in a remote, impoverished mountain village.
Two years ago, he was brought back to the Chen family, acknowledged his ancestry, and became a young master of a wealthy family.
He thought his good days were about to begin.
But he discovered.
He was merely a pawn for a family alliance.
Although the Chen family was one of the six major families of Tongcheng, their influence was very small.
Therefore.
Chen Nan’s father, Chen Bohan, proposed a marriage alliance with the Leng family, another of the six major families.
However.
It was not to marry the Leng family’s young lady, Leng Qingmei, but for him to become a live-in son-in-law of the Leng family.
If it were just that, it would be acceptable.
Since the Chen family did not welcome him, becoming a live-in son-in-law was not necessarily bad.
As long as he was not bullied.
But the problem was.
He had married a beautiful wife.
But yet…
For so long.
He hadn’t even touched her finger.
Upon learning the host’s past.
Chen Nan was utterly speechless.
Although they shared the same name, Chen Nan.
This Chen Nan was a complete pushover.
His outing this time was because Leng Qingmei wanted to eat a wild fruit called a scarlet plum.
This led to him being attacked by wild beasts, and he tumbled down a mountainside while fleeing.
Of course.
This Chen Nan was not only a pushover but also a coward.
He endured all insults and dared not resist.
Whether in the Chen family.
Or in the Xue family, his status was even lower than that of the servants.
Despite this.
For Chen Nan, as long as he could survive, everything else was secondary.
At the same time, he also understood the background of the Underworld.
To become a Yin Messenger, one must become a Ghost Cultivator.
However.
Cultivators in the Underworld were extremely rare.
But there were still different realms.
Cai Yin, Ju Hun, Hua Xing, Shi Hun, Duo Ti, Li Gui, Di Gui, Tian Gui, and Gui Wang.
According to the host’s memories, Chen Nan learned.
The Kings of the Eighteen Halls were all powerful cultivators of the Gui Wang realm.
And to become a Yin Messenger, it was quite simple.
One only needed to reach the Cai Yin realm of cultivation.
Of course.
Whether a Ghost Cultivator of the Cai Yin realm could directly reach the eighteenth level of hell, even he did not know.
However, at least there was a glimmer of hope.
“Right, I used to cultivate the Cai Yin Art. I wonder if I can cultivate it in the Underworld?”
Chen Nan’s eyes lit up.
He immediately sat cross-legged and recited the Cai Yin Art.
Time slowly passed.
He could clearly feel Yin energy entering his body.
But.
The amount was minuscule.
“I never expected this fellow to be not only spineless and a pushover but also so lacking in talent.”
“To cultivate, I must first strengthen this body.”
Chen Nan was not disappointed.
Because he had confirmed that the Cai Yin Art could be cultivated in the Underworld, and that was enough.
Then he cast his Qi Observation technique.
Instantly.
The scene before his eyes seemed to be covered in a layer of grey haze.
Dense ghost qi permeated the heavens and earth.
It was clear.
The Qi Observation technique could also be used in the Underworld.
However.
It was quite draining of soul power.
He only looked for a second, and he immediately felt a sense of dizziness.
But he was excited: “Qi Observation technique was taught to me by Master Wu Shan. His past life was a sage, so this technique should be considered a sage art, right?”
“With the enhancements of both the Cai Yin Art and the Qi Observation technique, it should not be difficult to rise in the Underworld, become a Yin Messenger, and reach the eighteenth level of hell to see Empress Houtu?”
Chen Nan’s mood was greatly uplifted, and he almost blurted out the words “the future is bright.”
“Young Master, where are you?”
Suddenly at this moment.
A woman’s anxious cry came from afar.
“I’m here…” Chen Nan shouted loudly.
His current body was seriously injured.
Walking was difficult.
He needed help to return to Tongcheng.
Otherwise, he might die in the wilderness.
A moment later.
A beautiful young woman in a white long dress ran over with a worried look.
She appeared to be fifteen or sixteen years old.
She had a delicate and pretty face, standing tall and graceful.
Giving a feeling of a gentle and refined lady.
Especially her bright eyes, full of spirit.
As if they could speak.
Her name was Song Ziwei.
Chen Nan’s personal maid.
Rather than a personal maid, she was more like a younger sister.
When the host and his mother lived in the countryside.
While returning home after a doctor’s visit in town, they encountered heavy rain.
Then the mother and son went to a ruined temple to shelter from the rain.
There they found Song Ziwei in a swaddling cloth and brought her home, raising her into adulthood.
Although both mother and son treated Song Ziwei as family.
The little girl knew the difference between master and servant and always lived as a maid.
Then she followed Chen Nan to the Leng family.
If you were to ask who in this world cared about her the most, apart from her mother.
The remaining person was Song Ziwei.
However.
The moment Chen Nan saw Song Ziwei.
He felt a string in his heart being plucked.
In his eyes, this was clearly a stranger.
But perhaps due to the integration of the host’s memories, he found her incredibly familiar.
As if she were a very important person in his life.
“Young Master, are you alright? Are you seriously injured?” Song Ziwei looked at Chen Nan with concern, tears glistening in her eyes.
Chen Nan weakly said, “I probably broke a few ribs, but it’s not serious. Let’s go home first!” He said, standing up with Song Ziwei’s support.
However.
His simple words made Song Ziwei look at him with disbelief.
Her young master, who was so afraid of pain, said it was not serious after breaking a few ribs?
Was this still her young master?