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

Suddenly, they heard a sinister suona music coming faintly from afar.

"Master..."

Huizhen and the old monk Jingming exchanged a glance.

The two cautiously stepped forward and walked towards the direction from which the suona sound came.

Soon, they spotted a wedding procession in the distance.

"The Ghost King welcoming his bride?"

After carefully sensing the enormous ghostly aura within the red sedan chair, the old monk Jingming gasped and his face instantly turned pale.

He was now certain that there was indeed a hundred-year-old ghost king in this mass grave!

If I'm not mistaken, this should be the ghost bride in the red sedan chair!

“Oh no…” the old monk Jingming sighed.

Huizhen asked, puzzled, "Master, what's wrong?"

The Venerable Master Jingming sighed and immediately told him what he had sensed.

Huizhen's face turned pale instantly, her eyes filled with terror.

"There really is a hundred-year-old Ghost King? Then we're doomed..."

Even if his master didn't say it, he knew the situation.

With the emergence of the Ghost King, not only the nearby villages, but even the entire Guobei County may be in danger!

The Venerable Master Jingming, who was standing to the side, also sighed deeply.

At the same time, the scene of the Ghost King welcoming his bride also stirred his pity.

I wonder which unlucky person caught the eye of this demon king...

As he thought about it, he sighed and silently chanted Amitabha Buddha, praying for the person who was about to die.

If someone is targeted by the century-old ghost king of this mass grave, they are doomed.

He seemed to see that person die a tragic death and become this Ghost King's husband.

"Master, let's go quickly..." Huizhen said, her face pale.

Upon hearing this, the Venerable Master Jingming hesitated, wondering whether he should follow the Ghost King of the Mass Grave to see if he could save the unfortunate man.

Just as he was thinking this...

The outer perimeter of the mass burial site.

The three grave-digging migrants also discovered the suona sound coming from the mass grave.

Looking at the enormous wedding procession that stretched out in the distance like a ghost, their faces turned pale, their eyes widened in terror, and they covered their mouths with their hands, not daring to make a sound.

They knew this mass grave was eerie, but they never imagined it would be this evil!

If it weren't for the need to eat and survive, they would never have come here!

Just as they were regretting and fearing, and while the Venerable Master Jingming hesitated...

Suddenly, they froze.

A figure dressed in moon-white robes, its form indistinct, glided slowly down from the distance and collided with the wedding procession.

What is this?

They were surprised and began to speculate.

Unfortunately, because they were quite far away, they didn't dare to get close and couldn't see clearly who the person in the moon-white clothes who could float in the air was.

While they were in astonishment and holding their breath.

Far away.

The front of the wedding procession.

Su Chen used his light-foot technique to fly on grass, utilizing his immense cultivation level to glide through the air.

Although it wasn't quite true flight, it was close to it in the eyes of others.

He stopped, slowly descending from the sky, his gaze cold as he stared at the wedding procession ahead.

Jiang Yirou naturally realized who the person in front of her was.

A look of surprise flashed in her eyes, followed by a tender, affectionate laugh. "It seems my husband can't wait any longer and wants to marry me."

"Come, my husband..."

She smiled faintly, and with a thought, she was about to activate the red rope binding the young man in front of her.

In her view, as long as she activated it, the young man would immediately fall down and die, his body and soul separated, and he would become her husband.

However, the next second, her face froze, and a look of surprise flashed in her eyes.

Not far away, the red rope in the young man's hand glowed red.

However, no matter how she urged him, the young man's expression did not change at all, as if he was not affected in the slightest.

How is that possible?

Her eyes were filled with disbelief.

She has nearly two hundred years of cultivation; how could this person be completely unharmed after actively activating the red rope of the burial ghost?!

Logically, this person should have been separated from their soul and died!

Just as Jiang Yirou was filled with doubt.

Su Chen's eyes turned icy as he looked at the red rope that glowed with a sinister red light.

Without further ado, he waved his right hand, and ten small yellow paper figures flew out, then, under the infusion of immense magical power, they swelled rapidly in the wind.

Chapter 20 The Immortal Master Has Arrived to Exorcise Ghosts?!

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

Before the ghost bride could react, he simultaneously used the Daoist technique "Flower Blossoms 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 lightning 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, things turned out differently than she expected.

With a loud bang.

The Yellow Turban Warrior's massive fist collided with the red silk, producing a deafening roar that sent shockwaves through the air and a gust of wind howled.

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

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

"Your cultivation level?!"

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

In other words, the young man in front of her, who looked to be only a teenager, possessed a level of skill that far surpassed hers!

But how could such a thing be possible?

How old is this young man, and how old is she?

Even if a human cultivates the Tao, accumulating spiritual 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.

Subconsciously, 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 as she screamed and crashed to the ground.

Looking at Jiang Yirou, whose appearance was ravaged by magic and revealed her ugly form, 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-clad 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 after another, and in just a few breaths, the massive wedding procession collapsed.

Jiang Yirou was startled. Just as she was thinking this, the flower on her shoulder bore fruit and turned into two pale gray peaches, which then fell to the ground.

Before she could even catch her breath, two more pale gray flowers sprouted on her shoulder, much to her surprise 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.

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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 rustled.

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

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

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

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

Even now, the flowers blooming within his sleeves never stopped, constantly absorbing the ghost bride's yin energy and cultivation.

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

He gradually drifted away.

Far away.

Beside the excavated loess pit.

Three grave-digging migrants, pale and thin, with tattered clothes hanging on their bodies like a gray cloth, sunken eyes and murky gazes, stared 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.

Not only did they encounter a wedding procession full of ghosts, but they also witnessed such a bizarre scene.

From afar, a person dressed in moon-white clothes floated over, and then with a wave of his sleeve, ten yellow-clad men appeared.