Born Saints: Starting from Liaozhai

"Still at the level of an outstanding individual, I wonder how much comprehension is needed to reach the next major level, is it 150 points of comprehension, or 200 points of comprehension...?"

Su Chen tested the effect of the beginner-level Daoist technique, "Flowers Bloom in an Instant."

He quickly got the results.

The range of the Taoist magic has increased from three zhang to ten zhang, and it can now cast the Flower Blooming Moment twice at once.

Instead of drawing from one flower, we now draw from two flowers, which improves speed and efficiency!

"Their methods have finally become a bit stronger..."

Su Chen's eyes shifted, and his gaze fell on the table in the east wing.

On the wooden table sat a tattered, brownish-yellow book.

These are the things he found at the market over the past two days in order to increase his options.

A folk art widely circulated among the people, called paper-cutting, is a heretical and unorthodox practice!

This refers to a Taoist practice of cutting and enchanting paper figures, and controlling them to do things.

He couldn't find the proper Taoist methods in a short time; only these sinister and unorthodox methods were relatively easy to find.

Considering that there were very few methods available, Su Chen didn't mind and picked up the paper-cutting technique to observe it.

As soon as he started reading, he noticed the difference. He didn't find the content on paper cutting obscure at all; he understood it almost immediately.

What's lacking is hands-on experience!

Thinking of this, Su Chen looked towards the door and directly ordered, "Xiao Tao, prepare a pair of scissors and some yellow paper for me."

Outside the door.

Xiao Tao, who was squatting on the ground and looking at the sunset on the horizon, was stunned for a moment, and then sighed inwardly.

"Sigh, the young master is going crazy again..."

She sighed deeply at the thought that the once dazzling young master, who had scorched everyone around him, was now idle and obsessed with the useless philosophy of Taoism.

The once dazzling young master is gone, replaced by a young master poisoned by the pursuit of immortality.

Xiao Tao quietly went to prepare the yellow paper and scissors.

Not long after, she bought a pair of scissors from a nearby vendor and a stack of yellow paper from a paper-making shop that specializes in funerals.

Xiao Tao's actions were naturally seen by the servants, Zhang's father Zhang Shanhai, and others.

The servants were abuzz with gossip, and the old father, Zhang Shanhai, lamented the misfortune of his family.

Mother Xu wiped her eyes with tears.

Seeing his elder brother's actions, Zhang Xing was secretly pleased, even somewhat contemptuous and looking down on his elder brother.

My brother has really gone mad!

……

After a while.

Inside the east wing.

Su Chen took scissors and yellow paper and tried to cut out a small paper figure.

Soon, it was evening.

After sending Xiao Tao away, Su Chen leaped away and quietly slipped into the mass grave.

Before we knew it, it was the evening of the second day, around 7 PM.

[Introduction to Paper Cutting, Comprehension +2]

[Minor Mastery of Paper Cutting Skill, Comprehension +3]

【Name: Su Chen (15 years old)】

Lifespan: 103 days

[Innate Talent & Comprehension: 141 (A Dragon Among Men)]

【功法:草上飞（大成1%）、伏虎拳（大成1%）、清虚养元决（大成1%）、五禽戏（大成1%）、吐纳术（入门56%）】

【Taoist Techniques: Paper Cutting (Minor Success 1%), Flowers Bloom and Fade in an Instant (29%) (Beginner 99%)】

[Realm: Taoist (28%) 289 years of Taoist cultivation]

Outside of Guobei County.

In the pitch-black wasteland.

Su Chen controlled the thumb-sized yellow paper figure, which ran around wildly on the ground, waving its arms and legs.

That's all.

Even a novice paper-cutting artist can only achieve this much, but...

With a thought, Su Chen directly channeled a vast amount of his cultivation into the yellow paper figure.

boom!

It caused a qualitative change in an instant!

In an instant, the small yellow paper figure swelled up in the wind and grew into a yellow paper figure as tall as a person, just like a Yellow Turban Warrior.

Light-footed yet incredibly strong!

The Yellow Turban Warrior slammed his fist into the ground, creating a huge crater several meters deep with a loud boom.

"Not bad, but unfortunately, my minor-level paper-cutting skills can only control ten paper figures..."

Su Chen felt a little regretful.

Of course, although he could only control ten yellow paper figures, he also had seventy or eighty spare yellow paper figures in his pockets. He could replace one paper figure at any time if one was lost.

After testing his paper-cutting skills, Su Chen waved his sleeve, and the Yellow Turban Warrior quickly shrank back into a small yellow paper figure, which floated back into his sleeve.

Glancing at the sky, Su Chen murmured, "It's about time..."

It's 8 or 9 pm now, and there's not much time left until midnight.

The calm words of the ghost bride from three days ago involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

At midnight, the ghost bride will lead her wedding procession to greet him!

However, he was the prey before, but now, that may not be the case!

Su Chen smiled slightly.

He instantly mastered the almost supernatural Taoist arts, achieved minor success in paper-cutting, and possessed nearly three hundred years of Taoist cultivation!

He'll be able to give that ghost bride a surprise soon!

Next, we just have to wait for the ghost bride!

With a single step, Su Chen's figure instantly rose into the air, gliding towards the mass grave like a falling leaf.

……

"Master, what are we doing at this mass grave?"

"The yin energy here is so strong, it makes me uneasy..."

The young monk wore a faded gray robe with slightly short sleeves that revealed his thin wrists, and straw sandals that rustled as he walked.

Huizhen was filled with doubt.

Beside him, an old monk wore a dark-colored robe, the edges of which were worn, but it was very clean.

"My disciple, the yin energy here is unusual, and I suspect that a ghost king has been entrenched here for a hundred years. I have come to investigate."

The Venerable Master Jingming said solemnly.

The words were spoken.

Huizhen, who was still puzzled, couldn't help but gasp, "A hundred-year-old ghost king?"

The next second, his face filled with terror, and he said, "Master, you actually brought me to find the Hundred-Year-Old Ghost King?"

"Buddha above, if we encounter that hundred-year-old ghost king, we're doomed!"

Huizhen was extremely flustered.

That was a hundred-year-old ghost king. With him and his master being just a few small fry, they would surely die if they encountered him!

As an apprentice, how could he not know his master's abilities?

At most, they might chant some scriptures and use Buddhist implements to help ordinary little ghosts pass on to the afterlife!

With a bang.

The old monk Jingming reached out and gave Huizhen a hard tap on the head. "You brat, I only said I was here to investigate, not to confront that Ghost King!"

As he spoke, his expression became extremely solemn.

As his master, he naturally understood better than Huizhen the terror of the hundred-year-old ghost king in the mass grave.

If they were to run into each other, the two of them would truly be doomed.

Fortunately, this time it was just a distant reconnaissance.

The old monk Jingming sighed inwardly.

If a ghost king with over a hundred years of cultivation were truly born in this mass grave, he really couldn't think of any way to deal with it.

If it really happens, not only will the nearby villages suffer, but the nearby Guobei County may also be dragged into the disaster.

That would be a very serious matter!