The divine manifestations began at the Gongwei Division.

When Ding Daoqing, the governor of Shu Prefecture, traveled, he was accompanied by sedan chair bearers and more than a dozen attendants and guards.

The group was large and impressive, but they were only leading the way for the young man behind them.

When Ding Daoqing arrived at the entrance of Yuan Daren's residence, he was already covered in sweat.

He was already overweight and usually couldn't walk more than a few steps in several days.

He has now used up almost all of his annual quota.

"Lord Zhou, this is the Yuan residence."

Ding Daoqing wiped the sweat from his forehead and said breathlessly.

"My lord, to be on the safe side, let me go in and investigate first."

"Lu Zian said in a deep voice."

Now that it was completely dark, he was able to use his divine magic.

At night, this night owl finally found his place.

"It's alright."

Zhou Heng said calmly, "You're still recovering from your serious injuries, so let me do it."

He hadn't yet recovered the depleted immortal energy he had used to kill the little demon king with the Heavenly Gang Immortal Technique.

After thinking for a moment, Zhou Heng said, "Lend me your Ghostwood Sword."

Zhou Heng took the Ghostwood Sword from Lü Zian, casually tucked it into his waistband, and then stepped forward.

Click!

He walked up the steps one by one, drew his Dragon Sparrow Blade from its sheath at his waist, and slashed it at the gate.

With a loud crash, the heavy wooden door shattered into pieces.

Almost simultaneously.

A sharp whistling sound rang out from inside the Yuan residence.

Looking out from the entrance, one could see a cloud of black energy swirling wildly in the courtyard of the Yuan residence.

A chilling aura surged in from the broken door.

Ding Daoqing and the others were all so cold that their teeth chattered, and a layer of white frost formed on their eyebrows and beards.

"Be careful, sir!"

Lu Zian raised his voice to remind him.

He used his divine magic to barely resist the chill that was invading his body.

Zhou Heng's expression was a half-smile as he stepped into the Yuan residence.

His blood and qi surged within him, making a rushing, gurgling sound.

A faint red aura, visible to the naked eye, emanated from his body. The chilling aura sizzled as it approached, like cold water being poured onto red-hot steel.

The wisps of black energy roared and rushed towards Zhou Heng.

But before they could even pounce on Zhou Heng, they were already dispersed by the blood energy surrounding Zhou Heng's body.

Zhou Heng carried the knife as he walked through the courtyard, through the halls and houses, and into the second courtyard.

Just then, four visible ghostly figures appeared all around, surrounding Zhou Heng in the center.

The trance of a priest is actually similar to that of a ghost.

The ghosts were visible to the naked eye; that was the realm of the day-roaming gods, equivalent to a priest.

The priest's daily journey to the realm of gods is of the fifth rank.

In other words, these four vengeful ghosts in front of us are at least fifth-rank.

Zhou Heng has exhausted his immortal energy, and now he can only exert the power of a fifth-grade martial artist.

No wonder the danger countdown started.

Zhou Heng thought to himself, his expression remaining unchanged.

He held his sword horizontally in front of him and stomped his foot.

Swish!

The next moment, he appeared in front of a vengeful ghost like lightning.

Jade Void Pure Source Saber Technique!

The blade flashed like lightning, piercing through the ghost's body in an instant.

Evil spirits are formless yet have substance; ordinary swords and blades cannot harm them.

But the moment Zhou Heng drew his sword, a layer of blood aura had already coated the blade.

The life force of a martial artist is like a raging fire to a ghost.

Amidst the mournful screams, the vengeful ghost's body began to dissipate.

Upon seeing this, the other three fierce ghosts screamed and pounced on Zhou Heng.

Zhou Heng swung his blade horizontally, severing the vengeful ghost at the waist. He then unleashed the Jade Void Pure Source Blade Technique, each strike aimed directly at the vital points of the other three vengeful ghosts.

The vengeful ghost that Zhou Heng had cut in half flew back several feet and reformed, but it visibly dimmed.

At this moment, Zhou Heng cleaved another fierce ghost in two with a single stroke.

Even if they were all of the fifth rank, they would be no match for Zhou Heng in close combat.

Swish swish!

The sound of a blade cutting through the air echoed in the air.

The four vengeful ghosts were slain time and time again.

Each time they are slain, they become even more ethereal and intangible.

suddenly.

Zhou Heng abruptly stopped moving, his Dragon Sparrow Blade planted firmly on the ground.

Seeing this, the four fierce ghosts thought they had seized an opportunity and pounced on them with screams.

At that moment, Zhou Heng closed his eyes.

A sudden gust of cold wind arose out of nowhere.

The ghostwood sword he had tucked into his waistband suddenly flew up on its own.

This scene stunned even the vengeful ghosts.

Before they could react, the Ghostwood Sword had already flown out with a whoosh.

puff!

The Ghostwood Sword transformed into a bolt of lightning, instantly piercing through the bodies of the four fierce ghosts.

Even when the Dragon Sparrow Blade cleaved them in two, it did not cause them fatal damage.

But after the Ghostwood Sword pierced through them, the wounds left on their bodies could not be healed.

The four vengeful ghosts showed fear on their faces.

One thing can subdue another.

Even if ordinary swords are imbued with blood, the damage they can do to them is limited.

But the Ghostwood Sword is just the right thing to do to counter them.

The four vengeful ghosts screamed and began to flee.

But would Zhou Heng give them that chance?

The Ghostwood Sword flew through the air like a flying sword.

After a few soft sounds, the four fierce ghosts vanished into thin air.

The Ghostwood Sword flew back to Zhou Heng's waist automatically, and Zhou Heng slowly opened his eyes, a hint of weariness flashing deep in his eyes.

Within the divine palace in his mind, a small figure lay listless.

Divine power exhausted.

His divine cultivation was only at the ninth rank; if it weren't for the Ghostwood Sword, he would have had no chance against a fifth-rank vengeful ghost.

Even with the Ghostwood Sword, Zhou Heng first weakened the power of the four fierce ghosts to a certain extent before daring to use his divine power to completely kill them.

He did it.

But the price was the depletion of divine power.

The power of the priests, like the power of the immortals, has entered a cooling-off period.

Below the third rank, the methods of celestial officials and divine officials are too limited and far inferior to the power of martial arts.

Just like now, Zhou Heng still possesses the strength of a fifth-grade martial artist and can fight for a long time.

However, Zhou Heng knew that he had no chance to kill Yuan Daren.

Just after he slew the four vengeful spirits, the countdown to the danger before him jumped to zero.

Clearly, Yuan Daren had already fled far away, leaving only these four vengeful ghosts to try and kill him.

Although he guessed that Yuan Daren had already left, Zhou Heng still walked forward.

He made his way through Yuan Daren's mansion, breaking into every room he encountered.

It took him a full hour to inspect the entire Yuan residence.

The vast Yuan Mansion was now empty, but Yuan Daren hadn't had time to take away many valuable antiques and paintings. Some were smashed, but most were left behind.

Zhou Heng did not rush to summon the people outside the mansion.

He sat down in a chair, meditating while watching the settlement screen in front of him.

[While clearing out the Yuan Mansion, four demons blocked the way. A fierce battle ensued, and a narrow victory was achieved. Reward obtained: The Heaven-Turning Golden Seal.]

The Heaven-Turning Golden Seal is a supreme divine treasure, powered by divine power; the stronger one's cultivation, the greater its power.

Zhou Heng raised his hand, and a palm-sized golden seal appeared in his palm.

A look of surprise involuntarily appeared on his face.

He realized the limitations of martial arts when he was dealing with the vengeful ghosts. If it weren't for the Ghost Wood Sword, it wouldn't have been so easy to completely kill those four vengeful ghosts.

But the Ghostwood Sword belonged to Lü Zian, and as his superior, he couldn't forcibly take something from his subordinate.

Now that he has the Heavenly Golden Seal, he no longer cares about the Ghost Wood Sword!