### Chapter 18: You Wouldn't Want Your Students to Miss Out on Education in the Afterlife, Would You?

What constitutes salvation? 

In Buddhist and Taoist teachings, liberating souls from suffering is considered salvation. Xu Yang believed the mortal world itself was an ocean of misery. By destroying the fire ghost, he had freed it from this bitter sea—a perfectly reasonable form of "physical salvation." 

"Frightening ghosts yields Virtue Points and their abilities. Purifying souls also grants Virtue..." 

Xu Yang checked his system interface. The Virtue Points counter now read 394. The four child ghosts had contributed 104 points, while the fire ghost provided 290. 

"Pity I finished it too quickly. Should've milked more Virtue from it," he lamented inwardly. 

His gaze shifted to the spectral figure emerging from the dissipating flames—a woman materializing before the children. 

"Teacher Huang!" Wang Xiaomao burst into tears, clutching the apparition's translucent hand. "We thought you were gone forever!" 

The weakened spirit caressed the children's heads before addressing Xu Yang. "Thank you, Taoist Master. Had you not intervened, I'd remain trapped forever, and these children..." 

"Merely doing my duty," Xu Yang waved dismissively. "Your dedication to students even in death deserves multiple rescues." 

Producing the cursed study materials, he added cheerfully, "Now that the monster's gone, let's get these workbooks to you!" 

*Ding!* 

[Ghosts frightened. +1 VP] 

The children's faces paled spectral white. 

"Wait!" Wang Xiaomao blurted as his form began dissolving. "Now that Teacher's free... I think... I can move on..." 

Golden light enveloped the boy as an ethereal gateway materialized overhead. 

*Ding!* 

[Soul purified. +10 VP] 

His companions followed suit, vanishing into the luminous portal. 

"Wait!" Xu Yang stopped the fading teacher. "Your students' full names? Wouldn't want them lacking study materials in the afterlife." 

Teacher Huang's translucent cheeks twitched. "...Zhang Xiaofang, Li Dazhui, Wang Cuihua." 

*Ding!* 

[Soul purified. +100 VP] 

As the educator dissipated, Xu Yang meticulously inscribed names before burning the workbooks. "Perfect. No wasted paper." 

Outside the classroom, Peach and her crew stood petrified. The assistant awoke screaming before fainting again. 

"Master!" Peach bowed deeply, cleavage glinting in moonlight. "Please help her!" 

Xu Yang's enhanced vision noted a mole on her right breast. "She'll recover with rest and chicken soup. Stop bruising her face." 

Turning to Peach, he admonished, "Dabbling in the supernatural for views? You're playing with fire." 

The shaken streamer nodded fervently. "Never again! Master, your WeChat? I'll transfer your fee..." 

"Forget payment. Answer me—your June 18th cemetery livestream footage. Do you still have it?" 

**Meanwhile, Lingzhou City Funeral Parlor** 

Wang Wei knelt before his master's coffin. A hunched figure materialized behind him. 

"Young Wang," rasped the intruder, "My junior brother was a Daoist master. How could some scarlet ghost kill him? Explain—or join him in death!"