Ghosts Wail Across the Hills, I Become Yang Jian, So Why Are You Crying?

My name is Yang Yuan. I transmigrated to a parallel Blue Star and awakened the template of Guiyan Yang Jian. But I could only fully unlock the template by encountering ghosts and monsters. Seventy long years passed. I traveled across the country, searching everywhere for the supernatural. But this world was peaceful and uneventful. I couldn't find even the slightest trace of anything paranormal. I had accepted my fate and planned to live a quiet, ordinary life until I died of old age in the mountain village where I was born. That is, until this day... My childhood friend and I went into the mountains to gather herbs. A thick mountain fog rolled in, and we had no choice but to spend the night deep in the desolate wilderness. But as night fell... voices began echoing through the valleys around us, calling out the villagers' names. The voices drifted faintly through the trees, floating back and forth. We couldn't tell where they were coming from. My childhood friend stood frozen, teeth chattering, clamping a hand over their mouth and not daring to make a sound, terrified that answering would invite evil spirits to latch on. But I couldn't suppress the joy that had been building inside me for seventy years. I laughed wildly under my breath. “The supernatural has finally come!” At last, the ghost eyes sealed away for seventy years awakened. Listening to the incessant soul-calling cries in the valley, Yang Yuan raised his eyes toward the layers of ghostly shadows. “Wild ghosts calling for souls? In front of my ghost eyes, you're the ones who should be crying!”