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Hearing the system's prompts, Ning Chen felt extremely pleased.

On the other hand, look at the side.

The woman in red was filled with shame and indignation.

Normally, she could make an ordinary person with no magical powers suffer a fate worse than death with just a wave of her hand.

But now, he is just such an ordinary-looking boy.

Yet they wantonly humiliated her; it's simply outrageous!

A beautiful blush still lingered on her face, the afterglow of madness.

"yue..."

The female ghost in red, with her disheveled black hair, knelt on the ground, occasionally gagging.

This man completely ruined her reputation.

Forcing her to do that shameful thing is one thing, but...

They actually made me beg...

Not only that, but this lecherous man also stole a lot of the yin energy from us!

Yin energy is the foundation of a ghost's cultivation; without three to five years of arduous training, it is impossible to make up for this deficiency.

This time, they suffered a double loss.

"lecher!"

The woman in red gritted her teeth and said hatefully.

Ning Chen turned to look at her, feigning confusion, and asked, "Who was humming softly just now?"

"You!!" The female ghost was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on; her red dress fluttered and rustled even without wind.

The red-clad figure, with its menacing claws, made the chaotic graveyard even more sinister and terrifying.

Even if it costs her all her cultivation, she will make Ning Chen, that lecherous scoundrel, pay the price!

Just then, a loud and clear shout came from afar.

"You audacious fiend, cease your rampage!"

Two figures came rushing from a distance. One of them was a middle-aged Taoist priest with a dignified face and a pair of eyebrows.

There was also a fit and agile young man.

"It's actually Uncle Nine and Qiu Sheng!"

Ning Chen was overjoyed, though he had been somewhat worried that the red-clad female ghost might fight him to the death.

But now, he can finally relax.

The middle-aged Taoist priest who rushed over was none other than his senior brother, Uncle Nine, Lin Fengjiao, whom he had come to seek refuge with.

The young man was his disciple, Qiu Sheng.

Uncle Nine was dressed in an apricot-yellow Taoist robe, carrying a peach wood sword on his back and a coin sword hidden in his sleeve.

Qiu Sheng was dressed in a coarse cloth short shirt, with a gray cloth bag tied around his waist containing glutinous rice and a small gourd containing black dog blood.

Upon seeing the arrival of Uncle Nine and his disciples.

Ning Chen didn't stand on ceremony. He made a Daoist salute with both hands and said with a smile, "Ning Chen has come to seek refuge in accordance with Master's last wishes. Greetings, Senior Brother Lin."

Qiu Sheng quickly dodged the bow, and Uncle Jiu nodded with a smile.

"Junior brother, there's no need for such formalities."

Before his master passed away, he wrote a letter in which he mentioned that he had taken on a disciple and hoped that the disciple would take good care of him.

Master's Taoist magic is profound; he must have foreseen that his time was coming to an end, which is why he entrusted his junior brother to him.

Uncle Nine stepped forward and stood between Ning Chen and the female ghost, protecting Ning Chen behind him.

Uncle Nine's expression was stern, as if facing a formidable enemy.

On the way here, I felt a chilling aura and a biting cold wind.

Seeing the female ghost's appearance now, he was even more certain of his judgment: this female ghost had at least a hundred years of cultivation!

Even if he uses all his magical artifacts and goes all out, his chances of winning are only three-tenths.

The woman in red was also filled with doubt and unease as she looked at the two uninvited guests.

She had already lost some of her cultivation, and that lecherous man had left her body numb and sore all over...

He was probably no match for the Taoist priest with the "one-line eyebrow" at this moment.

Just as the two were locked in a stalemate, unable to advance or retreat, Ning Chen waved his hand at the woman in red.

"Alright, hurry up and leave. Once my senior brother makes a move, you really won't be able to leave."

The red-clad female ghost snorted coldly, her red clothes vanished, and she transformed into a streak of red light and disappeared.

A haunting voice lingered, echoing in the air: "Next time... I'll kill you."

Upon hearing this, Ning Chen smiled, recalling the enchanting and crazy moments just now. He licked his lips, and instead looked forward to their next meeting.

Uncle Nine finally breathed a sigh of relief once the suffocating aura of malevolence had completely dissipated.

He tossed the peach wood sword to Qiu Sheng and scolded, "No manners! Why don't you call me Martial Uncle?"

Standing there awkwardly, Qiu Sheng glanced at the boy who looked even younger than himself and reluctantly called out, "Uncle-Master."

Ning Chen smiled and nodded, which was considered a greeting.

Only then did Uncle Nine begin to examine his junior brother.

He was quite startled when he finally looked.

Uncle Nine's eyes were filled with disbelief, and his pupils dilated violently.

Its aura was intense and bright, like the blazing sun in the heavens, and its appearance was golden, like the sun shining brightly in the sky.

This is the legendary, top-grade physique for cultivating Taoism.

Master has truly accepted a genius disciple into the Maoshan Sect!

Among his peers in Maoshan, in terms of talent, he was the eldest brother of his generation, Shi Jian.

Senior Brother Shi Jian possesses the body of Gui Thunder, and his thunder magic is incredibly powerful, showing the potential to become the leader of Maoshan Sect.

The junior brother is even more terrifying. He hasn't even embarked on the path of cultivation yet, but just looking at the yang energy and blood energy on his body is already awe-inspiring.

His talent is so great that even Shi Jian would probably find it hard to match!

No wonder Master takes such good care of Junior Brother Ning Chen; he probably places all the hopes of the Maoshan Sect on Junior Brother Ning Chen.

Such a prodigy, once he grows up, will likely shake not only Maoshan, but the entire Spirit Realm!

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Chapter 3: The Record of Cultivating Taoism and Qi in Maoshan. Join the chat group! (Seeking flowers and data!)

“Junior brother, this is not the place to talk. That ghost may return. We should return to Renjia Town with your senior brother first.”

Uncle Nine suggested.

Ning Chen nodded: "I'll follow your instructions, Senior Brother."

The more Uncle Nine looked at his junior brother, the more satisfied he became. But when he turned his gaze to Qiu Sheng beside him, he immediately frowned.

"Your junior uncle must be tired from his long journey. Go and help him!"

"Yes, Master."

Qiu Sheng pouted and reluctantly came to Ning Chen's side, supporting him.

Having just rushed here from ten miles away, Qiu Sheng now feels like his legs don't belong to him, and he's trembling as he walks.

The junior uncle looked radiant, hardly like someone who had just arrived...

Master is so biased!

"It's alright, don't worry about me. It's you who went to the trouble of making the trip."

Ning Chen's words almost brought Qiu Sheng to tears.

Look! Both were trained by the same grandmaster, yet my master and junior uncle are worlds apart.

His own master only showed strictness and suppression, while his junior uncle only showed understanding and care.

The slight dissatisfaction Qiu Sheng had with Ning Chen completely vanished.

The two chatted as they traveled, with Qiu Sheng telling Ning Chen about the local customs and culture of Renjia Town.

During the conversation, Ning Chen gained a clearer understanding of this world.

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Before long, the three of them arrived at a mortuary.