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

Didn't all the gods disappear without a trace? How come they've reappeared?

What is the purpose of this being descending upon the underworld?

Just then.

Above the City of the Wrongfully Dead, a figure that seemed both divine and immortal slowly descended towards the city.

During this process, the bright light emanating from him gradually diminished, revealing his true appearance.

In the distance, Zhang Shanhai also looked on with awe.

He was stunned at first glance.

The boy was dressed in a moon-white silk robe, the color of which was like the moon after the night, with a faint luster as the hem of the robe fell.

His skin was as white as jade, his features were refined and untouched by worldly affairs, and when his eyes were lowered, he seemed to be filled with sorrow, yet also cold and aloof.

Standing there, he exuded an aura of refined elegance and detachment, as if he were separated from the world by an invisible barrier.

Zhang Shanhai completely lost his composure.

The appearance of the deity before them was naturally without any problems; in fact, he was exceptionally handsome, perfectly matching the imagination of these common people.

However, this deity looks exactly like Xuan'er!

The only difference is that one is rather ordinary, while the other has shed his ordinariness and gained a mysterious appearance, becoming increasingly handsome and otherworldly!

Zhang Shanhai was completely dumbfounded, staring blankly at the familiar figure above the City of the Wrongfully Dead.

At this moment, the figure drew closer and closer, its bright light shining down.

Her hair and skin, shimmering with a faint glow, became even more clear and dazzling.

The clear, gentle moon behind his head illuminated the surroundings, making him appear as if a deity had descended.

The two ghost messengers, Shi Yan and Wang Heng, knelt on the ground, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, not daring to even lift their heads.

The ghost messengers and spirits around the City of the Wrongfully Dead all bowed their heads and prostrated themselves, even their breathing became cautious.

They were wildly speculating in their minds.

Who exactly is this immortal being?

And why would one enter the underworld?

Dead silence.

An unprecedented silence.

In this deathly silence, the only one still standing was Zhang Shanhai.

He stood in the cold corridor, his body trembling slightly, his lips quivering.

Finally, as if he had used up all the courage he had in his life, his voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, yet it rang out clearly.

“…Xuan’er?”

This sound came out.

The entire City of the Dead seemed to freeze for a moment, even the eerie wind seemed to pause.

Countless gazes fell upon the middle-aged ghost, dressed in the robes of a wealthy merchant and possessing a portly figure.

Among those gazes were astonishment, anger, pity, and also indifference as if looking at a madman.

"Are you crazy?"

"Didn't he see who it was? How dare he speak at a time like this?"

"He...he was talking to this deity?"

"You're really asking for it! Don't drag us down with you!"

Quiet, hushed whispers spread among the ghosts.

Shi Yan and Wang Heng, who were kneeling on the ground, trembled even more violently, their faces showing both shock and anger.

"That damned old man!"

"We should have broken him up just now!"

Just as they were filled with both shock and hatred.

The white-robed immortal who had descended suddenly chuckled softly.

A smile, like a ray of moonlight, gently falls into this cold and desolate city of the dead.

next moment.

He slowly extended his right hand, his voice gentle yet clearly carrying in all directions.

"Father."

"I've come to take you home."

The words fell.

The City of the Wrongfully Dead fell into an even more utter silence than it had just been.

Countless gazes suddenly turned to Zhang Shanhai.

Especially Shi Yan and Wang Heng, the two ghost messengers, their pupils suddenly contracted, their faces filled with disbelief.

"Father?"

"How...how is this possible?!"

Is that what they think?

They couldn't believe it.

I can't believe it either.

The seemingly ordinary middle-aged businessman in front of you is actually the father of this extraordinary immortal!

They must have misheard!

Yes, it must be!

Just as they were frantically denying it in their hearts.

At this moment, it wasn't just them who thought this way; the entire city of the undead was filled with the same thoughts.

At this moment.

"Xuanxuan, is it really you?"

Zhang Shanhai exclaimed in disbelief, "How could you be a deity?!"

These words shattered the last shred of hope held by the ghosts, including Shi Yan.

Is this old man really the father of this deity?!

Then, what followed left them even more stunned and incredulous.

Su Chen shook his head slightly and explained with a smile, "There's nothing strange about it."

"Father, have you forgotten that a year ago I gave up my pursuit of fame and literary talent and started to take a liking to martial arts and seeking immortality?"

"After a year, I've become an immortal. Isn't that normal?"

Upon hearing this,

Zhang Shanhai was dumbfounded.

The ghost messengers like Shi Yan, and the ghosts like Rakshasa, were all dumbfounded.

They wondered if there was something wrong with their ears, otherwise how could they hear such outrageous things?

Is this even human language? Why can't they understand it?

A year ago, I gave up fame and literary talent and became interested in seeking immortality and enlightenment.

And then become a god?!

In other words, this person in front of me became a deity in just one year?

How is that possible!

This is not normal at all!

They couldn't believe it.

Zhang Shanhai's mind was completely blank.

He naturally knew that Xuan'er had gone mad a year ago, abandoning his literary talents to seek immortality and enlightenment.

At that time, he was angry, disappointed, and heartbroken.

Relatives and neighbors pointed and whispered, secretly mocking that the Zhang family had finally produced a child prodigy, but he had gone mad.

He and his wife were so angry that they couldn't sleep all night.

I've cried, scolded, advised, and even knelt down to beg.

Ke Xuan'er, she never changed.

Before that, he was so proud!

His own son was a famous child prodigy in Guobei County, proficient in poetry, prose, mathematics and divination, with a bright future ahead of him!

If they continue down this path, the Zhang family might truly be able to shed their lowly status as merchants, have their ancestral graves emitting smoke, and enter the ranks of officials!

However, all of this came to an abrupt end a year ago.

He lamented countless times, lamenting the misfortune of his family.

until now.

In the City of the Wrongfully Dead, a chilling wind howls.

The boy, who looked like a celestial being, stood under the moonlight, gazing at him quietly.

Zhang Shanhai stared blankly at that familiar yet unfamiliar face, then suddenly chuckled softly.

The laughter was filled with bitterness and relief.

“Xuan’er…”

"You've kept this from your father... How painful!"

Xuan'er, how could you be crazy? How could you be poisoned by the pursuit of immortality?

She was just as dazzling as ever, even more so than before, transcending the mundane and beyond the reach of ordinary people!

Chapter 47 Su Chen, who is like a celestial being (Seeking monthly votes)

What does fame and fortune matter?

What does it matter if one sheds a lowly status and becomes a member of an official family?

How can these compare to immortals?

Have you not heard the saying, "Water is not valued for its depth, but for the dragons that dwell there; a mountain is not valued for its height, but for the immortals that inhabit it?"

Even the emperor himself would probably envy Xuan'er, and might even trade his status for her!

Zhang Shanhai appeared dazed.

At the same time, he also understood why Master Xuanqingzi had that expression when he came to exorcise the evil spirit that day.

What else is there to say...

"Don't worry, Master Zhang, your son is no evil spirit. He looks quite dignified and will surely achieve great things in the future!"

There's no truth to the claim that he's dignified and destined for great things. Master Zhang Shanhai was simply shocked and terrified by Xuan'er's condition!

Just as Zhang Shanhai's thoughts were churning.

Su Chen's right hand was still outstretched in mid-air.

He smiled slightly, his tone gentle.

"Let's go, Father."

"Let's go back."