Born Saints: Starting from Liaozhai

In the blink of an eye, ten burly, yellow-clad warriors landed in front of the wedding procession.

Before the ghost bride could react, he simultaneously used the Daoist technique "Flowers Bloom in an Instant".

Jiang Yirou's expression changed.

Two pale gray flowers slowly bloomed on either side of her shoulders.

As soon as they appeared, they began to absorb all the Yin energy and cultivation she possessed.

Jiang Yirou subconsciously tried to stop and dispel the yin energy heading towards the two flowers on her shoulders.

However, the effect was not very good, as if her cultivation was far inferior to that of the young man who was using this evil magic.

How is that possible?!

Her eyes were filled with disbelief as she stared intently at the boy and the ten Yellow Turban Warriors in front of her.

Before she could think any further, ten Yellow Turban warriors rushed over at incredible speed and attacked her.

Jiang Yirou subconsciously waved her right hand, and a red silk ribbon flew out from her sleeve, rushing towards the approaching Yellow Turban Warrior.

In her opinion, this blow should be enough to puncture this paper doll that is all show and no substance!

Unfortunately, the reality was beyond her expectations.

With a bang.

The Yellow Turban Warrior's enormous fist collided with the red silk, producing a loud bang that sent shockwaves spreading and a gale blowing.

The next second, the red silk was knocked away, hissing and emitting black smoke, and the Yellow Turban Warrior continued to float towards the bridal sedan chair a few steps away.

As Jiang Yirou frantically leaped out of the bridal sedan chair to dodge, she kept her eyes fixed on the young man not far away.

"Your skill level?!"

With just one strike, she discovered that the cultivation level contained within this yellow paper figure was even greater than her own!

In other words, this young man in front of her, who looks to be only a teenager, has far more skill than she has!

But how could such a thing be possible?

How old is this young man? How old is she?

Even if a human cultivates the Tao and accumulates Taoist power much faster than ghosts and demons, it's impossible for them to be this fast!

A teenager with two or three hundred years of cultivation?!

Not to mention, with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth dissipating, it has become increasingly difficult for even humans to cultivate the Dao. How could someone in their teens have two or three hundred years of cultivation?!

Jiang Yirou's eyes widened as if she had seen a ghost, witnessing something beyond her comprehension.

Instinctively, her body floated, as if she wanted to fly into the air and escape.

Unfortunately, Su Chen had been watching her all along. As soon as she took flight, he leaped up and landed directly above her, his sleeve, imbued with nearly three hundred years of cultivation, waving it.

Bang!

Jiang Yirou was covered in smoke and screamed as she crashed to the ground.

Looking at Jiang Yirou, whose appearance was pitiful and ugly due to the corruption of magic, Su Chen floated in the air and said calmly, "You can't escape."

Jiang Yirou crashed to the ground, her head held high.

The white-robed youth floating in the air had a calm expression, like an immortal, and was looking at him indifferently.

Jiang Yirou was both frightened and regretful.

There's no way to escape?

She said something similar three days ago, but this time the situation was reversed.

She couldn't understand how things had turned out this way in just three days.

The sound of ghosts wailing and wolves howling rang in her ears.

Under the fists of the Yellow Turban Warriors, paper figures and ghosts perished one by one, and in just a few breaths, the massive wedding procession collapsed.

Jiang Yirou was terrified. Just as she was thinking this, the flower on her shoulder bore fruit, turning into two pale gray peaches that fell to the ground.

Before she could even catch her breath, two more pale gray flowers sprouted on her shoulders, much to her shock and anger.

The two peaches floated towards the boy, who then tucked them into his sleeve.

Jiang Yirou's eyes were filled with resentment and venom. She turned around and tried to escape.

above.

Su Chen was too lazy to waste any more time with this ghost. With a flick of his sleeve, which contained nearly three hundred years of cultivation, the sleeve fluttered loudly.

An invisible wave spread out, and Jiang Yirou screamed as she was enveloped and compressed by the immense power of the Dao, and then pulled into her sleeve.

Su Chen turned his gaze to the remaining four ghosts in the wedding procession, and with a flick of his sleeve, he directly put them and the Yellow Turban Warrior into his sleeve.

After doing all this, he glanced at two distant directions, and then his figure drifted away into the distance.

"Now, it's harvest time..."

A look of anticipation appeared in Su Chen's eyes.

Even now, the flowers blooming within his sleeves never cease, constantly absorbing the Yin energy and cultivation of the ghost bride.

Once he has absorbed all of it, along with the Yin energy from the other four ghosts, his cultivation level may break through five hundred years!

He drifted away.

far away.

Beside the excavated loess pit.

Three grave-digging migrants, their faces sallow, thin as bones, their tattered clothes hanging on their bodies like a layer of gray cloth, their eyes sunken and their gazes cloudy, were staring in terror at the scene in the distance.

"Big brother, who is that?!"

Liu Xiaoer's face was filled with disbelief.

Wu Tong, whom he called "boss," and another refugee named Wang Jin, standing beside him, also had expressions of disbelief on their faces.

Encountering a wedding procession full of ghosts and monsters was one thing, but to witness such a bizarre scene was another.

A figure dressed in moon-white clothes floated in from afar, and then with a wave of his sleeve, ten yellow-clad men appeared.

When the female ghost in the bridal sedan chair tried to escape, the man in white flew into the air and with a single wave of his sleeve, flung the female ghost away. Then, with another wave of his sleeve, he captured the female ghost, along with four other ghosts below.

Then, as if they had been spotted, they glanced in their direction, which terrified them, sending chills down their spines and causing them to break out in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, that person only glanced at them before drifting away.

Upon hearing this, Wu Tong, the man Liu Xiaoer called "Big Brother," showed fear in his eyes and said,

"It's not a ghost, it's probably a deity, a deity sent to exorcise the ghost..."

He murmured.

Upon hearing this, Liu Xiaoer and his companion were taken aback. After thinking about it carefully, they suddenly realized what was going on on their faces.

Indeed, my brother's guess was correct!

If it's not a ghost, then it must be a deity!

The three guessed that it was more likely to be a deity!

Thinking of this, Liu Xiao'er became excited and said, "Brother, doesn't this mean we saw immortals?"

"My goodness! There are actually deities living near our Guobei County?!"

The two people standing next to him, Wu Tong and Wu Tong, were also experiencing emotional turmoil.

They can brag about this for the rest of their lives!

It's a pity that, due to the great distance and the blurriness, they didn't see the specific appearance of this deity.

Otherwise, they would carve a statue of varying heights and worship it day and night, praying to this deity for protection.

but……

Setting up a blurry statue or memorial tablet for worship doesn't seem like a bad idea, does it?

Meanwhile, on the other side in the distance.

The two monks, Master Jingming and Master Jingming, stared in disbelief at the scene that had just unfolded in the distance.