The concept of a born saint begins with Strange Tales from Liaozhai.

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

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

It is better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish. Giving someone a decent job is more helpful than simply giving them money.

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

Hearing the words in her ear and 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.

After a while, 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 fairy godmother.

Chapter 13 The Immortal Master Su Chen?

"Uncle Han, I'm telling you, I saw a deity!"

Niuwa said proudly upon seeing Han Tiezhu and the other two return to the village.

Han Tiezhu and his two companions, who were preparing to go home, were slightly taken aback.

"What are you talking about, kid? What kind of deity?"

"Where did this deity come from?"

The three of them looked at Niuwa strangely, wondering what the little brat was saying.

"Uncle Han, today..." Niuwa excitedly recounted what happened that evening, including encountering a water ghost and a young-looking immortal dressed in white who floated down and saved him.

Han Tiezhu and the other two were dumbfounded.

"Kid, are you telling the truth? You can't lie about something like this!" Han Tiezhu's face was full of surprise and doubt.

Niuwa shouted, "I wasn't lying!"

Han Tiezhu and the other two exchanged glances, their astonishment growing.

Could it be that this little rascal has really encountered a deity?!

Another man, Feng Shu, suddenly remembered something and asked, "Kid, what does that deity you're talking about look like?"

Niuwa was taken aback, then subconsciously asked, "White clothes, looking so ethereal, like a young man, what's wrong?"

Feng Shu stared in disbelief and exclaimed, "Is it that young master? Is he a deity?"

Han Tiezhu and the other two also reacted and were shocked.

If Niuwa wasn't lying, does that mean the young man they met not long ago was a deity?!

A mix of emotions welled up within them, and the three of them felt a pang of regret for not having talked to that person more.

Just as Han Tiezhu and the other two were getting emotional because of what Niuwa said,

……

It was getting late.

The Zhang family residence.

East wing.

Su Chen sat cross-legged on the bed, picked up a pale gray peach, and stuffed it into his mouth.

It melts in your mouth, and a cool, refreshing sensation instantly washes over you, somewhat like eating mint-flavored rock candy.

His magical power was growing rapidly.

【Name: Su Chen (15 years old)】

Lifespan: 51

[Innate Talent & Comprehension: 49 (A Rare Talent)]

【功法:草上飛（大成1%）、伏虎拳（大成1%）、清虛養元決（大成1%）、五禽戲（小成1%）、吐納術（入門56%）】

【Taoist Method: Flower Blooms in an Instant - Incomplete (1%)】

[Realm: Daoist Novice (10%) Ten Years of Daoist Cultivation]

Seeing the Daoist boy's improved realm and the nine years of additional cultivation, Su Chen couldn't help but gasp.

"Is this the growth brought about by the Dao and plunder?" Su Chen murmured.

Compared to the arduous process of cultivation, relying on the Daoist Flower to instantly transform demons and monsters results in an unimaginably faster rate of advancement in one's cultivation!

In a short while, his cultivation level increased from one year to ten years!

Su Chen's mind was racing.

He had originally planned not to go out in the evening, but now he changed his mind.

Compared to daytime, ghosts are restrained by yang energy, and even demons are wary of yang energy, which limits their actions. Nighttime is their time of day.

The more you go out, the higher the chances of encountering demons and monsters will be, which is equivalent to wearing a negative effect on yourself!

"Moreover, I have been practicing Taoism for ten years. As long as I am not unlucky enough to encounter a hundred-year-old evil spirit or a thousand-year-old demon, I can basically handle it!"

In an instant, Su Chen made a decision.

"Xiao Tao," he called out.

"Young Master, what's wrong?" Xiao Tao's puzzled voice rang out from outside the door.

Su Chen said directly, "You don't need to keep watch tonight, go back to sleep."

He paused, then added, "Don't ask why."

"Yes, young master." Xiao Tao was secretly puzzled.

Once Xiao Tao's footsteps faded into the distance, Su Chen walked directly out of the room and used his mastered lightness skill, "Flying on Grass," to leap over the courtyard wall and outside in a few swift movements.

The streets outside were pitch black and very dim, but some things could be seen by the moonlight.

Su Chen glanced around and saw almost no pedestrians.

However, Guobei County is not deserted at night; it's just that those who should be there are there, and those who shouldn't be there are also there.

Night watchmen, patrolmen, travelers who missed their appointed time, and guests at inns who had left, etc.

As for who the others are, that remains unknown.

With a clear goal in mind, Su Chen drifted towards the outskirts of Guobei County, his figure fleeting.

In the pitch-black night, a few people who happened to see him were trembling with fear.

Fifteen minutes later, Su Chen reappeared outside Guobei County.

As soon as he came out, he noticed something unusual. Compared to the daytime, the yin energy outside Guobei County was very heavy at night.

With a thought, Su Chen lightly touched the ground with his right foot and floated towards the direction with the heaviest Yin energy.

After walking three miles, he gradually approached the place with the heaviest yin energy.

Then, he realized where he was.

"It's a mass grave?"

Su Chen was both surprised and terrified.

Then, he looked enlightened and said, "I was making a big fuss. A county like Guobei County must have mass graves."

Unclaimed corpses, those who died violently, refugees, those who died of plague, those who drowned, those who died in prison, etc., are basically all thrown into mass graves.

Every county town will inevitably have such places!

Su Chen approached cautiously.

Because of his Taoist skills, he has good night vision.

Looking into the distance, the old trees in the mass grave are sparse and their branches are withered, as if their vitality has been drained away.

When the wind blows, the grass blades rustle against each other, as if whispering secrets.

The shadows of the graves are uneven, scattered like people lying down, reclining, or kneeling with their heads bowed.

The night dew was extremely heavy, and the fog rose close to the ground. As I walked among the graves, if I slowed my pace, I could hardly tell whether it was the fog that was moving or the graves that were getting closer.

The graves are scattered and uneven, mostly just piles of yellow earth, with white bones still visible hidden by withered grass.

A foul, rotten smell permeated the mass grave.

As soon as he got closer, Su Chen noticed that the surroundings had become even quieter.

It was as if some people who were talking suddenly stopped and were quietly watching him.

"Playing tricks!"

Su Chen snorted coldly.

He refused to believe that there wasn't a single ghost in this mass grave, and that these ghosts would refrain from attacking him, a living, breathing person.

Sure enough, he had only taken a few steps on the yellow earth of the mass grave when a commotion came from not far away.

The entire body was gray, and the corpse, with its body and face decayed to the point of being indistinct, trembled as it crawled out of the grave.

Su Chen glanced at it but didn't pay it any more attention; such zombies were incredibly weak.

However, even a small mosquito is still meat, so he naturally wouldn't let it go.

With a thought, Su Chen pointed his right hand at the trembling, unsteady walking corpse.

In an instant, an illusory gray flower took shape on its shoulder.

A few seconds later, a wail rang out, and the zombie was turned into ashes. A gray peach the size of a thumb floated over and was eaten by Su Chen in one bite.

The depleted mana within his body was quickly replenished, and even his cultivation level increased slightly.

[Realm: Daoist Novice (11%), Eleven Years of Daoist Cultivation]

Su Chen strode deeper into the mass grave.

After walking about ten feet, he saw a locust tree that looked like a crooked-necked tree.

On its branches, a thick hemp rope hangs, with an old man dressed in a blue funeral robe, his tongue sticking out long, hanging on the rope.

The moment Su Chen saw the rope, a thought welled up in his mind that life was meaningless and it would be better to end it all.

The coarse hemp rope under the locust tree became increasingly clear and pleasing to the eye.

It felt like someone was whispering in my ear, that if I just went over and stuck my head out, everything would be over...

However, this feeling only lasted for a moment before it was dispelled by his powerful cultivation.

"Hanged ghost?"

Su Chen was slightly surprised, and at the same time gained some understanding of this hanged ghost.

It's probably another ghost looking for a substitute; as long as someone is tempted to hang themselves, this hanged ghost can be freed.

Chapter 14 Rapid Improvement of Cultivation!

On the hemp rope.

The old hanged ghost's dark eyes widened in disbelief that this seemingly small child could break free from his spell.

A sinister glint flashed in his eyes.

The next second, a brown hemp rope flew out and hooked straight at Su Chen's neck.

Su Chen frowned slightly, and with a flick of his right hand imbued with magic, the flying hemp rope immediately started to smoke and was sent flying.

A mournful, desolate scream emanated from the old hanged ghost.

Before he could continue screaming, Su Chen kindly used the Flower Blooming Moment technique to help him escape.

Faced with the instantaneous blooming of a flower, a technique honed over eleven years of cultivation, this old hanged ghost, who could only be considered a minor demon, was utterly powerless to resist.

"what……"

After a while, the wailing and pleas for mercy subsided completely.

Su Chen held the pale gray fruit and ate it in one bite.

[Realm: Daoist Novice (15%), 15 years of cultivation]