Counterattack System appeared when I'm already At The Mahayana Realm

Wen Qing’er’s reaction reminded Jiang Li of Ji Zhi from five hundred years ago.

When they were all in school together, Jiang Li often told Ji Zhi ghost stories that frightened him so much, he dared not to sleep.

Later, when Ji Zhi became the Zhou emperor, he retold these ghost stories to his children in remembrance of that shameful period.

Ji Kongkong is scared of ghosts – a fear that ultimately traces back to Jiang Li.

“Ghosts aren’t scary at all. Everyone in the Underworld is very kind to me. I’ve had the chance to spar with some of the high-ranking spirits there, and everyone was pleased with the results.”

Wen Qing’er remained steadfast, her fear of ghosts unshaken.

Jiang Li could only shake his head and smile, finding Wen Qing’er more and more like Ji Zhi from the past.

“Let’s go. This dormitory building isn’t a good place to hang around, it’s damp and dirty, not suitable for sleeping.”

Wen Quan leaned close to his sister, whispering: “The reason Mr. Jiang says there’s no good reason to stay here is because we’ve been through all the haunted spots just now.”

“Mr. Jiang has arranged for me to sleep next to you, with bunk beds. I was sleeping on the bottom bunk when the phone suddenly rang. The caller ID was gibberish, and the voice on the phone kept repeating, ‘Good brothers back to back, good brothers back to back’.”

“I didn’t understand what it meant. That’s when Mr. Jiang squatted down and dragged out a ghost from under the bed. It was a male ghost, face down, back to me.”

Wen Qing’er shivered involuntarily at the thought of her younger brother unknowingly sleeping back-to-back with a ghost.

“Besides, there were things like ghosts slashing your neck when you wash your hair facing a pool, a girl student being locked in a cabinet by her girlfriend and turning into a vengeful ghost, locking whoever comes along into the cabinet too. I’ve experienced all these with Mr. Jiang,” Wen Quan nonchalantly explained. The more time he spent with Jiang Li, the braver he got.

“You better move quickly, Mr. Jiang has already left us behind.” Wen Qing’er reminded him.

Scared, Wen Quan immediately grabbed his sister’s hand, hurrying after Jiang Li.

His courage was only valid in Jiang Li’s presence.

Jiang Li arrived at another teaching building and stopped in front of a desk.

There were a few lines of text written beside the desk.

A man in a black robe walked out from the shadows, crystal ball in hand. He laughed and asked, “Do you want to play a spirit-pen game? Reaching here means you’ve overcome many difficulties and have broken through the ghost house blockade. This is your reward for reaching the end of the College of the Supernatural. No additional charges apply.”

“What are the rules of the game?”

The black-robed man explained, “The spirit-pen is all-knowing. All three of you hold a pen together, recite the mantra ‘Spirit pen, spirit pen, you were my past, I am your present. If our fate continues, please draw a circle on the paper’ to summon the spirit pen.”

“Take turns asking questions. The spirit-pen will provide answers twice. But remember, if anyone lets go during the game, the spirit pen will possess that person and bring misfortune.”

“Mr. Jiang, do you want to play?” Wen Quan asked.

With a serious look, Jiang Li responded, “I’m not interested in playing. I just want to meet the spirit pen.”

“Oh.”

The trio sat around a table, held a pen together, and simultaneously chanted, “Spirit pen, spirit pen, you were my past, I am your present. If our fate continues, please draw a circle on the paper.”

Suddenly, the brush started to tremble slightly and scribbled on the paper, “You’re out of my league.”

Then the connection was cut off.

“…” Jiang Li felt he might be somewhat responsible for the situation.

You two recite the mantra, I won’t.”

After the black-robed man replaced the pen, the spirit-pen game officially began.

“Qing’er, you ask the first question.”

“Are you really a spirit pen?”

Without anyone forcing the pen, it moved naturally on the paper, writing the character for ‘Yes’.”

Wen Quan gave his sister a scornful look, considering her question a waste of opportunity. Could she not ask something more useful?

Offended, Qing’er shot Wen Quan a look, signaling ‘let’s see what kind of question you can ask’.

Wen Quan replied with a look that said ‘just wait and see’.

Clearing his throat, Wen Quan asked, “Every Completely Polynomial-time Nondeterministic Problem can be transformed into a category of logic operation problems known as Satisfiability Problems. Since the potential answers to these problems can all be calculated in polynomial time, is there a deterministic algorithm for this category of problems that can directly compute or search for the correct answer in polynomial time?”

The spirit pen remained silent for a while before slowly writing, “Ask something I can understand.”

“What’s listed on next semester’s final exams?” Wen Quan changed the question.

This time, the spirit pen replied quickly: “Don’t cheat, next question.”

Without a second thought, Jiang Li asked, “Where is the Immortal Realm?”

The spirit pen was silent even longer than before, finally scribbling out: “If I knew where the Immortal Realm was, I’d have ascended long ago.”

The three looked disgruntledly at the black-robed man.

“What happened to the all-knowing Spirit Pen you promised? Why don’t you answer our questions?”

The black-robed man defensively replied, “…Could you honestly say that any of your questions were normal? Oh, madam, no need to raise your hand, I know that your question was.”

Jiang Li and Wen Quan ignored him and continued playing the game.

It was Wen Qing’er who asked first: “Spirit pen, spirit pen, I am a minor actress, how can I improve my popularity?”

“Hire a troll army, create gossip, buy trending search ranks.”

“…” Wen Qing’er was taken aback by the spirit pen’s answer because it was not the method she desired.

Wen Quan asked, “Spirit pen, can you tell me the fastest method to make money?”

“Criminal Law has them all.”

Finally, Jiang Li asked a useful question.

“Where is the Skull Demon Lord?”

The atmosphere stiffened. Jiang Li wasn’t in a hurry; he waited in silence. After a long time, a sigh sounded through the air.

A haze formed at the stem of the pen, taking a human shape. The once arrogant and half-domineering Skull Demon Lord had become slow-moving and mellow.

The Skull Demon Lord bowed before Jiang Li.

“Junior Skull greets the powerful being from the Immortal Realm.”

His inability to see through Jiang Li meant that Jiang Li was a celestial immortal.

The figure of Daoist Huiming appeared behind Wen Quan, with a complex look upon seeing the Skull Demon Lord again.

“I knew it, the owner of this haunted house wouldn’t be the style of the Sorrowful True Man – it is more like something you would do.”

“Huiming…”

The two leading figures of the orthodox and unorthodox factions stood face to face, silent for a long time.

The black-robed man didn’t expect this reaction from the Skull Demon Lord. He hesitated and asked, “Master, who exactly are these people?”

“Let me introduce. This is my disciple from the world, and the owner of this haunted house.”

“Disciple, this is Daoist Huiming that your master always mentions.”

“The one next to him is someone your master can’t see through, probably an immortal wandering the world.”

Jiang Li laughed and said, “My name is Jiang Li, and I come from the Jiuzhou world.”

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