Mesmerizing Ghost Doctor

Ye Ling watched them quietly, her gaze unflinching, as if the people in front of her were not her own clan and she didn't answer what they said.

When the elder who had been speaking saw her like this, his face turned grim. He turned to look at several other families standing 10 metres away and said, "Everyone, since the person is already here, we will light the fire when the time comes."

When the other families heard this, their eyes flashed. Nobody spoke at the time, but the Song family's Patriarch looked at Ye Ling deeply, then walked up to her and sighed. "Ye Ling, Yiping has been seeking medical treatment for you and hasn't returned. He's been desperately trying to cure you. You know your condition. If it were curable, you wouldn't be in this situation now."

"As a father, I don't want my son to be ruined because of you. He doesn't know that we've annulled your engagement, or that you're going to be burned alive. If you want to blame someone, blame me."

Ye Ling's eyes were blank, yet she shed tears when Song Yiping's name was mentioned, even though her face didn't show any emotion. 

Many young men and women present couldn't bear the sight of that tear and looked away. Ye Ling was once a shining figure among the eight great reclusive families and was now reduced to this state. Even those who weren't particularly close to her felt sorry for her.

As time passed, and when the appointed time came, the patriarchs standing in front of their families looked at the bright moon above and then at Ye Ling, who was dressed in white and had white hair, standing in the moonlight. 

"The time has come, light the fire!" An elder from the Ye family stepped forward and shouted.

However, the Ye family's guards were hesitant. They looked at each other and then bowed their heads as they saw they couldn't carry out the order.

"Useless things!" The elder snorted coldly, snatching a torch from one of the guards and walked forward. 

"Tonight, I will personally light this fire!" He stood in front of Ye Ling, holding a torch, and spoke in a deep voice, "Ye Ling, you should be grateful that I am sending you on your way." 

As he spoke, he tossed the torch onto the pyre, which was already doused in oil, and the wood rapidly caught fire with a crackling sound.

As everyone looked at the woman tied to the frame, everyone fell silent. They said nothing, making no sound, just watching silently.

Burning a person alive was cruel, but they had no choice. She was possessed by an evil spirit, after all. They were simply trying to end the calamity caused by this evil spirit.

"Roar!"

Suddenly, a loud roar came from behind the crowd. The strong pressure it carried made everyone's hearts tremble. They turned towards the source of the sound.

"What was that sound?"

"It's the roar of a ferocious beast!"

"No, this pressure is from a Divine Beast!"

"But how could the Hollow Rise Mountain have a Divine Beast? What's happening?"

Just as everyone was confused and looking for the sound's source, Feng Jiu, who was hiding in the shadows, shot a small flame from her fingers and it landed on the burning pyre, quickly intensifying the fire...