The Umbrella Made from the Demonic Sword?

In the Lakeside Pavilion, in a private room within the back garden, Zhu Youji casually moved a long, rectangular table and laid out all the materials and components he had just received. Then, he took out the metallic sphere, the Tear of Goddess, and the Demonic Sword from his system bag.

As soon as the Demonic Sword appeared, a figure dressed in a crimson robe and emanating a sinister aura floated out.

"You finally let me out!"

Upon her emergence, the female ghost's demeanor was hostile, glaring fiercely at Zhu Youji as if she wanted to devour him.

Zhu Youji chuckled at Hong Kui's furious expression. "I'm currently a Confucian Daoist, accompanied by a female ghost. This doesn't quite fit my image. Besides, in a place like Jixia School, the atmosphere is too pure, which might harm your soul."

"Then why haven't you released me since we've come to Yejing?"

Hong Kui's tone was accusatory as she added, "Do you know how lonely Long Kui has been?"