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

The night was dark, under the bright moonlight.

Su Chen hovered several feet above the ground, searching for any possible ghosts or monsters.

Fifteen minutes later, he stopped in mid-air and chose to give up.

"Forget it, let's search further into Guobei County..." Su Chen sighed.

He was pretty sure that all the ghosts and monsters in the vicinity of Guobei County that had any intelligence had basically left.

In addition, after he looted the mass graves recently, he also ransacked the area for a while, so it's normal that the area around Guobei County has become barren.

Su Chen turned around, stepped on the air, and leaped away into the distance.

The white figure floated lightly through the air, looking quite frightening.

After an incense stick had burned, as they approached another county, he gradually came to a stop.

"Ok?"

With his nearly nine hundred years of cultivation, he vaguely sensed a powerful demonic aura emerging on the distant official road.

Su Chen's eyes lit up.

Without hesitation, he immediately leaped higher and quietly floated in that direction.

……

Qingyin County

Fog rose in the night.

The old locust trees on both sides of the official road were swallowed by the fog, and from a distance, they looked like rows of people bending over and bowing their heads.

Three rugged-looking, robust men were walking on the official road.

Suddenly, they heard someone whisper something behind them, the voice was somewhat shrill, sounding like human speech yet not quite.

"Heroes...look at me, do I look like a human being?"

"Who?" Wang Jingzhi and the other two were startled and turned around to look.

A short figure stood in the fog, his silhouette obscured by shadows.

They often walked at night, and their vision was still good at night. When they looked closely, they realized that it was not a person at all, but a weasel dressed in tattered human clothes, standing upright.

Its eyes glowed green and were staring at them menacingly.

Wang Jingzhi and the other two were startled, and their faces showed fear.

"Weasel?"

"Monster!"

At the same time, they were very familiar with the scene before them.

When they were young, they heard from the elders that there were some weasels that had become spirits, and that they would choose people to be enshrined in the dead of night, asking if they looked like humans.

If you answer incorrectly, you'll be immediately harmed!

If you answer yes, you will fall seriously ill after returning home and die soon!

As Wang Jingzhi and the other two pondered this, their hearts were filled with terror.

Instinctively, they turned around and tried to escape.

However, the three of them had only run a short distance after their exclamation when the weasel with its green eyes reappeared in front of them once again.

"Heroes...look at me, do I look like a human being?"

The shrill, thin voice was filled with anger, and a sinister aura emanated from it. The person was so weak that they could barely walk.

The three men looked on in fear, their bodies trembling, unsure of what to do.

The weasel opened its mouth, revealing sharp teeth, and looked at them threateningly, as if to say that if they didn't answer, it would send them on their way in the next moment.

Just as it approached, Wang Jingzhi and the other two were filled with terror.

Suddenly, the weasel's attention was drawn to the commotion above. It subconsciously looked up at the sky and a look of astonishment appeared in its eyes.

Wang Jingzhi and the other two were taken aback and subconsciously looked up.

The wind howled in the night.

Under the bright moonlight, a young man dressed in moon-white clothes, with fair skin, handsome features, and an air of refined elegance and aloofness, slowly floated down from the sky.

Wang Jingzhi and the other two were in a daze as they watched.

Who is this person?

First came the evil weasel, and then this one appeared?

Not only the three of them, but even the weasel's eyes showed fear at this moment.

Chapter 28 Nine hundred and ninety-nine years of cultivation!

Compared to the three who were relatively ignorant and unaware, he, being a demon, sensed much more.

"impossible!"

"How could such a thing possibly exist in Qingyin County!"

The weasel's sharp voice was filled with fear.

The white-clad figure descending from the sky exuded a terrifying aura of Taoist cultivation!

It seems to possess a thousand years of cultivation!

How is this possible?!

Su Chen remained calm and glanced at them lightly.

The next second, he flicked his white sleeve, which contained nearly nine hundred years of cultivation.

Boom!

The magical power swept towards the weasel, which screamed and tried to struggle and escape.

Unfortunately, with only nearly a hundred years of cultivation, it was no match for Su Chen, who was simply using magical power.

With nearly nine hundred years of magical power and cultivation, wrapped in a yellow skin, it drifted towards Su Chen's direction.

Su Chen glanced at the weasel that was squeaking in panic, and a look of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

This weasel's nearly one hundred years of cultivation is enough to make him almost as old as a thousand years!

The next second, without even looking at the three stunned people below, he stepped into the air and floated towards the direction of the bright moon.

Wang Jingzhi and his companions were stunned as they watched the white-robed immortal ascend to the moon and vanish without a trace.

"My God..."

"Have we encountered a deity?!"

"May the immortal master protect me!"

Coming to their senses, they stammered and knelt repeatedly in the direction where the immortal had disappeared.

Of the three, Wang Jingzhi, the most robust, had a gleaming eye with longing and fervor.

He had memorized the appearance of the immortal who had recently departed on the moon. Coincidentally, he was skilled in painting and could clearly depict the immortal. He should be able to paint a picture related to the immortal.

Even promoting this immortal and using his name to spread teachings wouldn't be out of the question; one could reap considerable benefits from it...

Wang Jingzhi's eyes flickered.

……

In the darkness, several hundred feet away.

Su Chen ignored what was happening to Wang Jingzhi and the other two behind him, and grabbed the weasel, immediately unleashing his Flower Blooming Moment technique.

In an instant, five pale red flowers appeared on the weasel's body, absorbing its essence and cultivation results.

The weasel screamed.

A moment later, it was instantly dried up by the blooming flowers, leaving only ten pale red peaches.

Su Chen floated down and sat cross-legged on the wasteland, eating the fruits one by one.

Half an incense stick has burned.

He opened his eyes and looked at the panel.

[Realm: Daoist (98%), 981 years of cultivation]

"almost……"

Su Chen's eyes lit up as he murmured, "I wonder what exactly a thousand years of cultivation means, how much my lifespan will increase, and how much my comprehension will improve?"

He was filled with anticipation.

Without hesitation, he immediately stood up, leaped back into the air, and floated towards the mass grave in Qingyin County, where the yin energy was heaviest.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, he drifted to the mass grave in Qingyin County.

He sensed the dense yin energy.

With just a glance, Su Chen spotted a ghost with decent cultivation. With a casual wave of his hand, the ghost screamed and flew over.

A moment later, three pale gray peaches appeared in front of him.

Without paying attention to where he was, he simply sat down cross-legged and began to cultivate.

Each pale gray peach melts in your mouth, leaving a refreshing sensation.

Boom!

The magical power within Su Chen's body was rapidly increasing, approaching the level of a thousand years of cultivation.

[Realm: Daoist (99%), 999 years of cultivation]

suddenly!

Su Chen felt that his magical power was stuck at 999 years and could not advance any further.

With his exceptionally strong comprehension, he sensed that the heavens and earth were suppressing him, as if not allowing any non-human beings to appear!

It also seems that because the spiritual energy of heaven and earth has dissipated, breaking through has become extremely difficult!

In short, even though he clearly has unrefined magical power and cultivation within his body, he just can't break through to a cultivation level of a thousand years!

Sensing this, he frowned deeply, naturally dissatisfied, and pondered carefully how to break through his cultivation level and reach a realm above that of a Daoist.

He sensed his body and the environment of heaven and earth.

Su Chen gradually came to understand the Dao.

Gradually, he became one with his surroundings, embodying a sense of harmony between humanity and nature.

Su Chen opened his eyes, breathed a slight sigh of relief, and murmured, "It will take a whole day to truly break through..."

Filled with anticipation, he leaped into the air, intending to return home and slowly break through his current level.

Time slowly passed.

In the blink of an eye, four hours had passed, and dawn had arrived.

Su Chen left the Zhang family residence and appeared in the market of Guobei County.

In the early morning, the market in Guobei County was already gradually becoming lively.

On both sides of the long street, wooden stalls are lined up in a row, with a corner of the burlap awnings being lifted by the morning breeze.

The cries of vegetable vendors rose and fell, the freshly picked greens still glistening with dew, the silvery scales swirling in the fish baskets, the fishy smell mingling with the earthy odor.

The pancakes sizzled over the charcoal fire, and the aroma of oil wafted along the street corner, attracting passersby to stop and watch.

Pedestrians weaved through the streets, with farmers carrying loads, donkey drivers, and merchants calculating their accounts all huddled together.

In the corner, a fortune teller spread out an old cloth, wooden sticks clicked softly, and he whispered good and bad omens.

The sounds of people, goods, and the clinking of coins mingled together, giving the market a lively, bustling atmosphere, but also a sense of inexplicable vitality and chaos.

Soon, Su Chen found a sword technique called Qingfeng Sword Technique at a street vendor's stall.

He planned to take advantage of this time to practice the Qingfeng Sword Technique, increase his comprehension by 300 points, and see if it could speed up his breakthrough process.