Born Saints: Starting from Liaozhai

The moonlight was deathly pale.

Moonlight spilled across the broken walls and ruins, illuminating a patch of dappled shadows in the open space.

Under the moonlight, a white figure came with the wind.

She wore a long white dress, the fabric so light and thin, like mist and smoke, the hem of which was lifted by the night breeze, as if her whole body was about to be blown away in the moonlight.

Her figure was slender and thin, and she floated into the temple without touching the ground, like a ghost drawn by the night.

She was extremely beautiful.

His face was pale and sickly, and his eyes were deep and dark, as if they were filled with lingering mist.

Those eyes held bewilderment, sorrow, and an unconcealable fear.

Her long, black hair cascaded down her shoulders, casually tied up, with a few stray strands clinging to her cheeks, making her face appear even more aloof and solitary.

There were no gold or silver ornaments in her hair, only an old jade hairpin, its color dull, having long since lost its former glory.

It was Nie Xiaoqian.

She looked flustered and almost stumbled into the side room of the monks' quarters, where she shook Ning Caichen awake.

"Caichen, run!"

Her voice trembled slightly, filled with barely suppressed terror.

"Grandma is here, and she wants to kill you!"

Ning Caichen suddenly woke up, instinctively grabbed her hand, and said urgently, "Grandma?"

"No, Xiaoqian, we run together!"

A bitter look appeared in Xiaoqian's eyes. She gently shook her head. "My remains are near Lanruo Temple, and my soul is controlled by Granny. I can't escape..."

She spoke softly, her voice filled with helplessness.

"Caichen, you're a good person, I don't want anything to happen to you because of me..."

She reached out and shoved Ning Caichen, trying to push him out the door.

Just as Ning Caichen looked anxious and opened his mouth to speak...

A chilling, piercing voice suddenly rang out in the night.

"Hmph, you little bitches, you can't escape!"

"Keep them all for Grandma!"

The voice seemed to be right next to my ear, carrying a chilling aura that sent shivers down my spine.

Ning Caichen and Nie Xiaoqian's expressions changed drastically.

boom!

The floor of the side room suddenly cracked open.

Thick tree roots burst forth from the ground, carrying soil and decaying leaves, like ferocious black snakes, fiercely strangling towards the two.

"Caichen, watch out!"

Nie Xiaoqian exclaimed in surprise and pulled Ning Caichen away just in time.

Tree roots brushed past and slammed heavily against the wall, causing bricks to crack and wood chips to fly everywhere.

Just as the Tree Demon Granny was filled with rage and preparing to launch another attack.

"You fiend, cease your arrogance!"

A sharp shout pierced the air.

A cold glint appeared.

A flying sword descended from the sky, its sword energy crisscrossing, instantly severing several tree roots. The severed roots writhed wildly on the ground, oozing dark green sap and emitting a pungent, fishy stench.

"what!"

The Tree Demon Granny let out a mournful wail and roared angrily, "Damn you, you stinking Taoist priest! I advise you to mind your own business, or I'll kill you too!"

Yan Chixia stepped forward, blocking Ning Caichen and Nie Xiaoqian, and sneered, "Bah, you old hag, if you want to fight, then fight! Why all the nonsense!"

"Good! Very good!" the Tree Demon Granny screamed.

Boom boom boom!

The ground shook again.

Thicker tree roots burst from the ground, attacking from all directions simultaneously, instantly tearing the side room to shreds.

Yan Chixia was startled. Without thinking, he grabbed Ning Caichen and Nie Xiaoqian with one hand each and leaped away.

boom!

Almost as soon as they left, the room completely collapsed, turning into ruins.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust.

A figure slowly appeared.

The Tree Demon Granny stood not far ahead.

She wore a long, dark reddish-brown robe, the hem trailing on the ground as if connected to the earth. Her long, gray hair hung loosely, like withered grass and tangled vines, swaying gently in the cold wind.

Her face was pale and swollen, her lips were dark purple, and her eyes were narrow and sinister. Her gaze fell on the three of them as if she were looking at prey.

"Today, none of you will escape!"

Nie Xiaoqian and Ning Caichen turned pale.

Yan Chixia's expression was solemn, and he secretly gathered his strength.

This old hag is far more troublesome than he expected. Even he has to go all out, or something bad might happen if he's not careful.

Unfortunately, the young man Ning Caichen mentioned did not show up.

Otherwise, if that person comes, the two of them working together would certainly have a good chance of winning!

Otherwise, I wouldn't be so stressed and anxious because of this old hag.

Yan Chixia's gaze was sharp as he confronted the Tree Demon Granny across the distance, his aura subtly circulating, not daring to be distracted for even a moment.

And in the darkness not far away.

Several slender figures stood quietly.

Xiao Lian, dressed in a light green dress, A Lian, dressed in a light red shirt, and seven or eight other female ghosts hid behind broken walls and ancient trees, watching the life-or-death confrontation from afar.

"Hmph, that Xiaoqian is really ungrateful, daring to betray Grandma."

Xiao Lian sneered, "Soon, she and her lover will become a pair of doomed lovers!"

Jealousy was almost palpable in his words.

Xiaoqian, who had always been the one who seduced the most men and was the most favored by her grandmother among her sisters, was now in this predicament. Her grandmother was overjoyed and gloating, wishing that Xiaoqian would be beaten to a pulp by her grandmother.

A-Lian hesitated before asking, "Who do you think will win the fight between Grandma and that Taoist priest?"

"It's hard to say, but I believe Grandma will win!" The female ghost Qiuyue's eyes flickered.

The female ghosts nodded, their eyes gleaming as they watched the battle between Grandma and Yan Chixia.

In their view, Grandma and Yan Chixia were about the same strength, and either of them could win.

As for whether they hoped Grandma would win or lose, they each had their own opinions.

……

at the same time.

Lanruo Temple is further away.

Master Xuanqingzi stood atop a towering ancient tree, his robes fluttering in the night wind.

He gazed into the distance and saw demonic and yin energy rising into the sky.

He couldn't help but gasp.

"Hiss, is that a tree spirit? A tree spirit with nearly a thousand years of cultivation?"

Xuan Qingzi's face turned pale, his eyes filled with fear.

He had initially harbored some thoughts of going to help, but he immediately suppressed them.

Even a casual strike from a monster of this level would be enough to take his life.

He stood atop a tree, his heart pounding, and could only watch from afar.

"I hope this fellow Daoist... can hold on."

He murmured softly, his voice tinged with helplessness.

Fortunately, the tree demon was trapped in the vicinity of Lanruo Temple; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable if it had left this place.

Just as Xuan Qingzi was secretly praying, Xiao Lian and the other female ghosts' eyes flickered.

Yan Chixia and the Tree Demon Granny faced off from afar, their killing intent accumulating in the night, as if it would erupt at any moment.

A young man dressed in moon-white silk robes, with fair skin, handsome features, and an air of refined elegance and aloofness.

In the darkness of night, they slowly approached the location where Yan Chixia and the others were.

Because he made no attempt to conceal his presence or movements, he was immediately noticed by the Tree Demon Granny, Yan Chixia, and several female ghosts as soon as he approached.

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