Born Saints: Starting from Liaozhai

Instinctively, Zhang Yue let go of its grip, and with a splashing sound, it fled into the depths of the river.

However, to his despair, even after he had escaped dozens of feet away, the illusory gray flower still did not stop absorbing his yin energy.

He stopped, a fierce look appearing on his bluish face. Without saying a word, he turned around and rushed towards the boy.

On the banks of the Ghost Bay River.

An invisible spiritual force spread over, and Su Chen's consciousness sank slightly, becoming somewhat drowsy.

He seemed to hear a voice tempting him to go into the river.

Under the power of the Dao Child realm, Su Chen quickly regained consciousness.

The water ghost's power was somewhat beyond his expectations; it must have some cultivation.

Fortunately, the water ghost's inherent limitations prevented him from going ashore, and the blooming of the Daoist flower instantly absorbed a significant amount of his power, causing the bewitching power to diminish drastically and have almost no effect on him.

At that moment, a terrified voice rang out.

"Spare me!"

"Sir, spare my life!"

"don't want……"

Zhang Yue wailed underwater, hoping that this extraordinary young man would spare him.

Unfortunately, no matter how much he pleaded, Su Chen ignored him.

Amidst the sounds of resentment and curses, the yin energy surrounding Zhang Yue gradually dissipated, and his figure slowly vanished.

A pale gray, somewhat ethereal fruit fell from his vanished body.

Su Chen's heart stirred, and the pale gray fruit flew towards his right hand in a flash.

Holding the pale gray peach, about the size of a walnut, in his hand, a smile appeared on his face.

"I wonder how much my magical power will increase from this fruit formed by the demon, and how much will it elevate the Daoist disciple's cultivation level?"

Just then, a timid voice of gratitude rang in my ears.

"Thank you, God, for saving me!"

The boy led the water buffalo ashore, feeling both grateful and excited, and knelt down to kowtow repeatedly.

As he kowtowed, his heart was filled with excitement.

He never imagined that in such a short time, he would not only see a water ghost, but also a deity!

The scene of the deity floating in from afar and using his magic to turn the water ghost into a peach was deeply imprinted in his mind.

At that moment, a fearful sound came from underwater in Ghost Bay, attracting their attention.

"God, can you help me? I'm so cold, I'm trapped in the water and can't get out..."

Little Tiger's figure appeared and disappeared in the water, making Niuwa's soul tremble with fear.

However, remembering that Xiao Hu seemed to have helped him before, he couldn't help but ask, "Xiao Hu?"

"You've become a ghost?"

The words were spoken.

A look of confusion crossed Xiao Hu's pale face. "Xiao Hu? Who is Xiao Hu?"

"Uh, you don't even remember who you are?" Niuwa said with a surprised look, "Your name is Xiaohu, you're from He Village in Guobei County, yesterday you..."

He recounted Xiaohu's situation in detail.

As he spoke, Xiao Hu's eyes struggled, then he gradually came to his senses.

"I remember now..." Xiao Hu murmured, his expression complicated. "My name is Xiao Hu. I'm dead. Mother..."

He went to the river to fetch water for his seriously ill mother, but was bewitched by a ghost and dragged into the water, where he died.

He becomes emotional when he thinks of his mother.

His father died young, leaving only his mother and him at home. Now that his father is also dead, his mother...

A wisp of black energy appeared on Xiaohu's soul.

Seeing this scene before him, Su Chen seemed to be deep in thought, and suddenly said, "I will help you go and see your mother."

Upon hearing this, the black aura around Xiaohu gradually dissipated, and a look of gratitude appeared on his pale face. "Thank you, deity!"

He was completely relieved.

In the dim light, a light mist had enveloped the river. Niuwa looked dazed, as if he saw Xiaohu bowing to them from the river.

Then, Xiaohu's figure gradually became transparent and disappeared into the river.

"Did they go to the underworld?" Su Chen wondered to himself.

He was somewhat curious about the underworld and wanted to go see it, but his current strength was insufficient, so he put the idea aside.

Seeing that Xiaohu's figure had completely disappeared, he looked at Niuwa beside him and said, "Take me to Xiaohu's house."

Niuwa snapped out of his daze and excitedly said, "Okay, fairy, come with me!"

As he spoke, he straightened up, excitedly took the cow rope, and led the way.

Seeing his overly enthusiastic demeanor, Su Chen was speechless. He opened his mouth, wanting to tell him that he wasn't some kind of god, but in the end, he said nothing.

Explaining it would be too troublesome, and to these ordinary people, there is no difference between those who know Taoist magic and immortals.

Xiao Hu's home wasn't far from here; they arrived at Xiao Hu's doorstep in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

The faint sound of weeping could be heard from inside the dilapidated wooden house.

Niuwa knocked on the door.

Who is it?

An old woman, dressed in tattered, faded linen clothes, her face wrinkled and streaked with tears, and coughing incessantly, weakly opened the door.

"Niuwa, what brings you here? Little Tiger, that kid, he..."

She was about to explain something when she saw Su Chen standing behind Niuwa, and she immediately fell silent, her eyes showing fear.

"Young master, who are you?" she asked cautiously.

Lin Fang was filled with confusion and panic, wondering why this seemingly noble young man would suddenly come to her house.

Before Su Chen could say anything, Niuwa excitedly exclaimed, "Auntie, what young master? This is a celestial being!"

"The immortal lord..."

Amidst Lin Fang's astonished expression, Niuwa recounted in detail his encounter with the water ghost and Xiaohu at Ghost Bay.

Lin Fang was filled with shock and disbelief.

Finally, upon hearing that Xiao Hu had left, Lin Fang burst into tears.

After a while, she gradually calmed down and subconsciously looked at the boy in front of her.

A gentle breeze is blowing.

The young man's robes swayed, and his noble and aloof demeanor made people feel as if he were not an ordinary person, but a god.

Lin Fang believed it instinctively.

Not only did Niuwa not seem to be lying, but she also trusted her intuition.

Lin Fang stammered, "My lord, did you come to my house specifically because of Xiao Hu?"

Su Chen nodded. Seeing that her face was pale and she looked seriously ill, he took out three taels of silver and gave it to her.

"Here's three taels of silver for you to use to see a doctor. After you recover, if you want to work, you can go to the Zhang family, the grain merchants in Nanliu Lane, Guobei County. If anyone stops you, just say that Young Master Zhang Xuan said so."

It is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish. Compared to simply giving him money, giving him a decent job would be a greater help to someone like Lin Fang.

As for the rest, there was nothing he could do to help.

Hearing the words in her ear and receiving the three taels of silver handed to her, Lin Fang burst into tears and subconsciously knelt on the ground, opening her mouth as if to say something.

Su Chen didn't listen to what she said. After putting down the silver, his figure floated away into the distance under the two people's awe-inspiring gazes, and soon disappeared.

A while later, Niuwa said goodbye to Aunt Lin and returned to the village. When he met people on the way, he proudly boasted that he had met a divine being.