A little devil has arrived at the Marquis's mansion, and all the powerful officials in the cour

This kid is incredibly arrogant!

As Renbao's words spread, all the Xuan Shi were stunned.

Shuanghe felt humiliated, her face grew even colder, and she deliberately raised her voice: "Oh, what other methods do you have?"

Renbao looked relaxed, lazily raising his chubby little hand to form a hand seal, and the Yama's seal on his forehead glowed slightly: "A hundred ghosts come."

Shuanghe chuckled, "A hundred ghosts have arrived? You think you're the King of Hell, able to command a hundred ghosts with a single word?"

"Even a little baby probably doesn't know what the King of Hell is."

"I've developed a habit of feeling embarrassed for others."

The cultivators shook their heads helplessly.

On the high platform of the inner altar, Master Xuanke was astonished. If he was not mistaken, the mark that flashed across Renbao's forehead was the mark of Yama!

"A True Man." Master Xuanke looked at the Altar Master with a shocked expression.

The altar master nodded: "It's exactly as you see it."

So Renbao was actually a little Yama from the underworld!

A chilling wind suddenly arose within the Forest of a Hundred Ghosts.

The laughter of the Xuan Shi abruptly stopped as they stared in disbelief at the scene before them.

Evil spirits surged in from all directions, obediently bowing their heads as they walked to Renbao and consciously crawled into the bamboo basket she had placed beside her.

One...two...ninety-nine...

The number is constantly increasing.

Shuanghe's disdainful smile froze on her face.

"Alright, you guys can go back now." Renbao waved his hand.

The next moment, the demons who were still in line obediently turned around and disappeared into the forest.

The previously laughing and joking cultivators exchanged glances, staring at the scene in disbelief, their minds deeply shaken, and they looked in horror at the small figure covering the bamboo basket.

Just who is this little baby?

Oh! She said she was Renbao from Qingshan Temple.

Is Qingshan Temple really that amazing?

Yan Chen stared intently at Ren Bao's figure. His arrogant and conceited demeanor vanished completely in the face of Ren Bao's ability to command hundreds of ghosts with a single word.

Su Tang's eyes widened as she saw that everyone's gaze towards Ren Bao had shifted from disdain to admiration and fear. She bit her lower lip, feeling extremely unwilling.

The rankings on the silk scroll have been updated.

Su Renbao, a disciple of Qingshan Temple, led a team of shamans to pray for the exorcism of 158 ghosts.

Top of the list.

Master Xuanke appeared in the Hundred Ghosts Forest with a slight smile on his face and announced the Xuan Shi who had entered the second level.

Those who didn't make it hung their heads, but they had certainly learned something from this experience.

"Renbao, I would like to ask you, how do you manage to summon a hundred ghosts to obediently follow your orders with just a single command?"

A kind-faced old Taoist priest asked softly, then sighed.

"I've been wandering the world for most of my life, and I've never seen anything like what you've done."

The other cultivators all perked up their ears and turned their gazes toward Renbao.

Renbao wanted to blurt out that she was the Little Yama, and all the ghosts would naturally have to listen to her.

However, Xuanxuan said not to reveal her identity as Little Yama.

"Perhaps I'm a genius," Renbao said proudly, puffing out her little chest. "That's what Granny Meng said."

The cultivators were taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Granny Meng is right, you are indeed a genius."

At only three years old, he could exorcise hundreds of ghosts. Looking at the entire Taoism, perhaps only Renbao could do this.

Master Xuanke stood on the high platform, his expression calm: "Congratulations on entering the second stage. Divination relies entirely on deducing heavenly secrets and no magic can be used. There are three rounds: guessing the hidden objects, predicting disasters, and impromptu divination. The order will be based on the accuracy of the predictions, and the top three will enter the third stage."

Teaming up is not suitable for the divination level.

Qi Su whispered to Ren Bao, "Can you do divination?"

Renbao pulled a candy pill from his pocket, popped it into his mouth, and blinked, "What does 'shefu' mean?"

Qi Su was astonished: "You didn't know?"

"I don't know." Renbao shook her little head.

Shuanghe stood with her arms crossed: "You don't even understand the question. It seems that all you can do is exorcise ghosts. But a female Taoist can do more than just that."

Qi Su's gaze sharpened as he glanced at her and said sarcastically, "You defeated opponent can only engage in verbal battles. It doesn't mean you're any better. The three of you couldn't even defeat Renbao by exorcising ghosts. What gives you the nerve to point fingers here?"

Shuanghe's face turned deathly pale. She glared at Yan Chen, furious, and said aggrievedly, "Senior brother, look at him!"

"The more you say, the more mistakes you make." Yan Chen looked at Ren Bao with a complicated expression. "Focus on the competition."

Qi Su rubbed Ren Bao's head: "Don't pay attention to her. Shefu is guessing what's in the box."

Renbao's eyes lit up: "That sounds fun!"

Upon hearing this, Master Xuanke looked at her, a slight smile playing on his lips, and said in a deep voice, "Fellow practitioners, please stand in front of the table in turn. Within half an incense stick's time, guess what is in the box and write it on the plain silk beside the box."

As soon as he finished speaking, Renbao raised his chubby little hand and asked sweetly, "Uncle Daoist, there are some words that Renbao doesn't know how to write. Can I say them?"

One of the mystical scholars couldn't help but burst out laughing.

The gazes of the immortals and Taoist priests on the high platform pressed down on him, making him feel extremely uncomfortable, and he quickly covered his mouth.

He really didn't mean it; he just couldn't help himself.

Master Xuanke looked at Renbao with affection: "Okay, but you should speak last."

Renbao nodded obediently: "Okay."

The first round begins.

Yan Chen and Shuang He of Zixu Temple, as well as Shi Huai of Yueshan School, were all Taoists who used the same method: casting a hexagram with yarrow stalks and interpreting the contents of the box based on the hexagram.

At the Star Gazing Pavilion, Song Cheng held a star chart and used the current celestial phenomena to make predictions.

Renbao looked at this and that, his eyes filled with curiosity.

No wonder Xuanxuan asked her to come; there were many things she had never seen before, especially the astrolabe in Songcheng's hand, which she looked at again and again.

The Taoist priests on the high platform looked at Renbao, who was standing still and staring at others, and were puzzled.

What's wrong with Little Yama?

Don't you know how to do divination?

In the first round of divination, everyone quickly picked up their brushes and wrote down the contents of the box on the plain silk, then all looked at Master Xuanke.

Master Xuanke, unsure whether Renbao knew the answer or not, asked under everyone's gaze, "Renbao, what is your answer?"