Ning Chen's brows knotted into a deep crease. He looked fed up.

Feng Qizheng asked curiously, "What did you see?"

The old Daoist looked panic-stricken. "I see six evil ghosts clinging to my lord prince, and they're devouring his yang energy like mad."

"Six?" Feng Qizheng's mouth fell open. "Any of them women?"

Ning Chen's face twitched. This idiot's brain was wired in a way all its own... At a time like this, he wanted to know if there were any women ghosts? And what would he do with one if there were?

The old Daoist nodded. "Three men, three women."

Feng Qizheng looked curious. "How'd you see them? Can you let me take a look too?"

The old Daoist's expression froze. The way Feng Qizheng's mind worked had him completely stumped.

"Your Excellency's Daoist attainments are not deep enough, so you cannot see them."

Feng Qizheng looked a little disappointed. "Are the women ghosts pretty?"

The old Daoist's face twitched. "Creatures of darkness are too hideous to look upon!"

Feng Qizheng lost interest on the spot. "Then hurry up and get rid of them."

The old Daoist bowed. "Your Excellency, this old Daoist's powers are not enough. I can only drive out one... For the other five, I must trouble my fellow practitioners to help."

The spirit-woman bowed. "We are willing to lend the master a hand and rid my lord prince of these evil spirits."

Ning Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and he couldn't help a cold laugh. "Six people, six ghosts, one each. Nobody gets shortchanged, and everybody makes a tidy sum.

You have a lot of nerve, ganging up to con this prince. Do you want to die?"

The color drained from their faces. They dropped to their knees with a thud, cold sweat streaming down.

"Have mercy, my lord prince! We are no swindlers. Our attainments may not run deep, but we can certainly rid my lord prince of misfortune and doubt."

"Spare us, my lord prince, we're not frauds... We all have real skills!"

"My lord prince is beset by six evil ghosts. If they're…