Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

Chapter 1147 Experiment on Spirit Binding and Commanding

Inside the Tiantong Cathedral in Chongqing, Wang Ai sat cross-legged in the meditation room, his hands forming a mudra, his eyes closed and focused. A faint layer of black energy slowly circulated around him, sometimes condensing and sometimes dispersing.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at his hands: "Such a wonderful skill. I thought it would be as difficult to cultivate as the Heavenly Gate of Qi, but I didn't expect it to be so easy."

"Spirit control and command, in Feng Tianyang's words, means being able to control all the spirits in the world. Although it seems to be true based on what he's shown, who knows if that kid is lying to me?"

"Let me find something to test the power of this spirit-binding technique!"

Wang Ai thought for a moment. He was the archbishop of the Tiantong Church and the head of the Tiantong Hall. He had many immortals under his command, most of whom were yellow immortals.

Normally, these spirits treat him very politely, even to the point of being obedient to him. After all, he has to pay the salaries of his own temples, and whoever works hardest gets a bigger share.

"How about we try finding a weasel spirit?"

After thinking for a moment, Wang Ai shook his head. Given the choice, he didn't want to use his own people as test subjects. If something went wrong, it would be difficult to explain.

"Let's find some wandering ghosts and spirits from outside!"

Having made up her mind, Wang Ai got up, walked out of the quiet room, and left the cathedral.

After leaving the house, he got into his private car and headed straight for a special location on the outskirts of Chongqing.

It was a place specifically used for the public execution of heinous criminals, traitors, and spies from enemy countries.

In this day and age, the public deeply abhors traitors and spies, and after their deaths, their bodies are generally left unclaimed.

Most of the bodies were hastily buried in the weeds near the execution ground.

Over time, it turned into a mass grave, and there were frequent rumors of it being haunted.

Ordinary people wouldn't come here at night, but Wang Ai planned to come to this ominous place to test his newly learned extraordinary skill.

After getting out of the car, Wang Ai told the driver to go back first, and walked alone into the gloomy mass grave.

The air was filled with a stench of decay, mixed with the pungent smell of earth.

He found a relatively flat spot, sat down with his legs crossed, closed his eyes, silently recited the incantation, and began to circulate his Qi within his body. At the same time, he opened his mind and used the acupoints in his body to perceive everything around him.

As the head of the Tiantong Hall, Wang Ai had naturally practiced some shamanic techniques, which mainly involved cultivating the "acupoints" on the body.

Once these acupoints are opened, they can connect the Yin and Yang realms and have a great attraction to the wandering "spirits" around them.

Those who have mastered the horse technique can automatically choose to turn this trick on or off depending on the situation.

When it is necessary to invite spirits to possess one's body for battle or to handle affairs, the secret passage will be opened to welcome the spirits in; otherwise, the secret passage will be closed.

Because if this trick is left on frequently, it's like lighting a bright lamp in the dark, attracting countless messy ghosts and evil spirits to possess you, which can cause a lot of trouble.

These acquired skills are generally known to be closed, but a small number of people have their skills partially open from birth, or with only a crack.

These people are what people commonly refer to as having a constitution that makes them prone to attracting evil spirits. They often encounter all sorts of strange and supernatural events, while ordinary people who encounter such things either become spiritual mediums or take on shamanic practices.

However, to succeed in this field, one must also possess other talents. Simply having a half-opened skill is not enough. Therefore, the only way out for such people is to become spirit mediums and let some wild immortals or gods possess their skills. In this way, the unclaimed land becomes a claimed land, and naturally, there will be no more "crashing" of spirits.

The lineage of shamanic practitioners in Northeast China originated in at least this way.

At this moment, Wang Ai dismissed the immortals within his body and ran to the execution ground and mass grave, which were filled with extremely yin energy. He opened all his acupoints and became a huge piece of fat meat that all spirits loved and desired, with spirits from all directions wanting to possess him.

Ordinary people would be helpless in this situation, but Wang Ai, who possesses the power to control spirits and command generals, is a veritable entrapment operation.

In his intuitive senses, the once pitch-black mass grave suddenly became "lively," with all sorts of shadowy, semi-transparent things wandering among the graves and bushes.

Many wandering ghosts exist because they had great obsessions and resentments in their previous lives. Just like angry people lose their reason, spirits wrapped in such obsessions often have limited intelligence and are prone to acting impulsively when faced with problems. Therefore, the moment they noticed Wang Ai, they acted recklessly.

A chilling aura wafted over.

A dark-skinned, incredibly thick, translucent arm reached out from an abandoned street corner not far away!

Immediately afterwards, the owner of the arm emerged—a headless giant carrying a rusty broadsword. He emanated a strong sense of resentment.

This is an evil spirit that was beheaded in ancient times.

Immediately afterwards, a pale green candlelight, like a will-o'-the-wisp, drifted over from the distant grass.

In the candlelight, a pair of three-inch bound feet embroidered shoes came out.

The embroidered shoes slowly approached, and Wang Ai looked over with interest. It was a vengeful spirit dressed in a bright red wedding gown and wearing a red veil.

"My lord... I'm so cold... Could you... come down and keep me company?"

The voice was ethereal and melancholic, but Wang Ai could sense a chilling greed and malice within it.

"Hahahaha……"

A few eerie cries of infant laughter came from the withered branches overhead; they were the spirits of several abandoned or stillborn infants. They opened their mouths, revealing a mouthful of sharp, fine teeth like those of a shark.

They all coveted Wang Ai, this piece of fat meat.

"Go away!"

The headless demon was the first to attack, raising its large sword and charging towards Wang Ai.

The female ghost in red also flew over as a red afterimage.

Several infant spirits fell from the tree branches, lay on the ground, and crawled towards him like lizards.

Wang Ai sat motionless, his eyes closed, sensing the spiritual energy. One, two, three… seven, eight. And more were approaching.

"Since you're already here, don't leave."

Wang Ai opened his eyes, a slight smile playing on his lips. He raised his right hand, fingers spread, palm facing forward, and gently pressed down.

“给me… … “Go down!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a stream of black energy burst forth from his palm.

This black energy was different from the abilities of ordinary supernatural beings; it exerted an almost rule-like suppression on spirits. Enveloped by the black energy, the headless demon that was charging forward knelt down with a thud, and the large sword in his hand fell limply to the ground, turning into a cloud of black mist and dissipating.

Not only that, the female ghost in the wedding dress, who flew in as a red afterimage, let out a scream in mid-air and fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string, kneeling at Wang Ai's feet and trembling.

The few ferocious infant spirits let out whimpering sounds like puppies whose tails had been stepped on, and lay on the ground, too afraid to move.

Not only them, but as Wang Ai's black energy spread out, all the surrounding spirits also felt an irresistible will descend upon them, pressing them to their knees, unable to move.

The mass grave, which had been filled with chaotic demons and howling winds just moments before, suddenly became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

All evil spirits and vengeful ghosts, no matter how ferocious or powerful, become trembling little kittens in the face of the Spirit Binding and Commanding Generals.

After all, this is a method that even a celestial being like Liu Kunsheng can easily manipulate. Manipulating a group of wandering ghosts is a piece of cake for him.

But Wang Ai was still very excited to achieve such results on his first attempt, and the fat on his chubby face couldn't help but tremble with excitement.

"Hahahaha! Excellent! What a brilliant spirit-binding and commanding technique! What perfect control! Protecting Feng Tianyang this time was truly worthwhile."

He stood up, walked to the headless demon, and looked down at it.

"Carrying a knife is quite intimidating. Now I order you... to stand up and show me some swordsmanship!"

The headless demon's spirit trembled violently; clearly, it harbored a strong rebellious spirit and was unwilling to be driven by others, but it could not disobey Wang Ai's orders.

It gathered its Qi and condensed a large sword in its hand again. Then, like a puppet on strings, it meticulously wielded the sword in front of Wang Ai.

"Hahaha! That's great! That's really great!"

Wang Ai laughed heartily with satisfaction. He turned to look at the red-clad female ghost lying on the ground, a wicked glint in his eyes.

"You, the one in the red clothes! Take off your clothes! Give me a striptease!"

The red-clad female ghost's spirit suddenly shrank, letting out a desperate whimper, but she still stood up uncontrollably, stiffly and humiliatingly, and began to untie the red wedding dress that was formed from resentment.

"Enough! Enough!"

Wang Ai waved his hand, interrupting the female ghost's actions.

He just wanted to test the limits of this strange skill's control over spirits. He didn't have any special fetishes for Grass Python Hero or Grass Ghost Hero. Besides, this ghost looked weak and frail, as thin as a gourd, and was too ugly. He'd better let her wear that tattered wedding dress, otherwise, to use Senior Brother Zhang's words, it would be an eyesore.

"This Spirit Binding and Commanding technique truly lives up to its reputation! That kid Feng Tianyang is honest enough; he didn't dare to tamper with this technique!"

Wang Ai was overjoyed. With this divine skill, he could finally solidify his position as the head of the Tian Tong Hall and stand on equal footing with those great immortals.

"This technique can be passed on to Shi Hua'er. With this, she will be even more powerful when using her shamanic abilities, making those old immortals arrogant and uncooperative!"

Then, Wang Ai reached out and aimed at the headless demon. With her fingers slightly bent, the headless demon began to tremble violently. Its body began to become transparent, and from its limbs to its torso, it was drawn out inch by inch into wisps of black smoke, which were then sucked into Wang Ai's palm.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Ai reached out to the female ghost in the wedding dress, and her body began to disintegrate, first her toes, then her skirt, and finally turned into a wisp of black mist that he collected into his hand.

Then came several infant spirits.

But Wang Ai felt that this was a bit slow, and more black energy surged out from his body, forming a huge black vortex above his head.

More inspirations lurking in the shadows were drawn out by this force, pulled from their hiding places.

There were hanged ghosts with their tongues dragging up to their chests, and drowned ghosts dripping wet all over... They screamed, howled, and cursed, their voices overlapping and piercing the eardrums. Without exception, regardless of size or strength, they were all like rags being swept into a vortex.

Wang Ai remained expressionless, holding his hand steadily until he had absorbed all the spirits into the vortex before withdrawing his Qi.

He also absorbed all the spirits into his body.

Back then, in order to accommodate the power of the vice leader, the acupoints in his body were specially trained and were quite large.

Don't be fooled by the dense mass of spirits he just collected; in reality, they are extremely light in weight, making it easy to store them in his acupoints. He could easily collect several more waves.

After Wang Ai's whirlwind swept away the clouds, the surroundings became completely quiet, with the night wind rustling through the withered grass.

After his efforts, the haunted execution ground and mass grave were finally cleaned up completely.

Wang Ai got up and walked towards the city. After a few steps, he would grin and laugh loudly, summoning a few spirits to play with.

Many of those executed here were traitors. Even now, there are still requirements to becoming a traitor; one needs a certain level of education and social status. So these people were quite well-versed in various skills. Wang Ai would make them sing, dance, and even flatter them.

This absolute control gave him a great sense of satisfaction.

Looking at the spirit in front of him, Wang Ai suddenly thought of the spirit-consuming technique in the "Spirit-Binding and Spirit-Commanding" manual, which said that one could permanently improve one's sexual cultivation by consuming spirits.

Wang Ai has made progress and gained a lot of knowledge by following Zhang Zhiwei over the years.

He understood that cultivation, especially cultivation related to life and death, could only be achieved step by step.

Becoming stronger simply by consuming spiritual energy is far too easy, so easy that... he felt uneasy.

"Speaking of which, I remember some old spirits in the temple, when they fought with other spirits for territory and incense offerings, they would sometimes get really angry and devour their opponents alive. They called it a treat, and it sounded quite delicious. Hu Tianbiao often ate like that. Why don't I try one too?"

Wang Ai looked at the spirits fluttering up and down in front of her: "A bunch of traitorous dogs, they deserve to die!"

Faced with such a spirit, Wang Ai would not feel any psychological burden even if she were to devour it whole.

He immediately grabbed a clean-cut, fair-skinned man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a sharp suit.

"You look decent enough, but you do nothing right. The fact that I've managed to eat you is a blessing from heaven."

Wang Ai opened his mouth wide and swallowed the traitor's spirit in one gulp.

As soon as the spirit was swallowed, Wang Ai reacted instantly. He could clearly sense that the Qi in his body had surged significantly, and even his spiritual power had increased. He could clearly feel that this was not temporary, but permanent.

"Can it really improve cultivation?" Wang Ai was overjoyed. Then, he felt a sudden, inexplicable irritation. In his irritation, a thought suddenly occurred to him: should he devour all the spirits he had just encountered? (End of Chapter)