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

[Complete one scroll of Taoist scripture, comprehension +1]

【Name: Su Chen (18 years old)】

Lifespan: 138

[Innate Talent - Comprehension: 7264 (Born Sage - Once in Ten Thousand Years)]

【功法:草上飛（圓滿100%）、伏虎拳（圓滿100%）、五禽戲（圓滿100%）、清風劍法（圓滿100%）、清虛養元吐納術（圓滿100%）、一卷道經（圓滿100%）】

【道法:撒豆成兵（圓滿100%）、花開頃刻（圓滿100%）、天罡劫雷（大成1%）、焚劫陰火（大成1%）、離魂贔風（大成1%）】

[Realm: Qi Refining Perfection (99%) 12,960 strands of magical power]

Hearing this notification, Su Chen was somewhat surprised.

"This scripture isn't even a cultivation method or a Taoist technique; it just explains some mysterious and profound things. I only glanced at it and tried to understand it, and my comprehension increased by 1 point?"

Of course, that's not the most important thing. The most important thing is that there are still 2,999 volumes of Taoist scriptures waiting for him to read!

What does this mean?

"Doesn't that mean my comprehension will soon break through to over ten thousand? Reaching the next major level?!"

Su Chen's eyes were filled with anticipation and eagerness.

Without hesitation, he immediately began to read the second volume of the Taoist scriptures through the table of contents that appeared.

As time passed, a series of notification sounds rang in his ears.

[Complete one scroll of Taoist scripture, comprehension +1]

[Complete one scroll of Taoist scripture, comprehension +1]

[Complete one scroll of Taoist scripture, comprehension +1]

When he was immersed in the Taoist scriptures and unable to extricate himself from improving his understanding.

The other disciples from the mountain peaks, including Wan Hongyi and his group, had already arrived at the 89th peak and were inquiring about the number one ranked disciple among the millions of disciples.

On the eighty-ninth peak, the mountain wind whistles.

"what?!"

"Our Eighty-Nine Peaks produced the number one ranked disciple among the menial servants?"

"Still at the peak of Qi Refining? How is that possible?!"

Gu Jia, dressed in a blue silk dress, swayed gently in the wind.

Her face was aloof, her features exquisite yet exuding a chilling aura that kept people at a distance, her brows and eyes like frost and snow.

At this moment, her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, her lips tightened, and a rare tremor appeared in her eyes.

Lin Bufan, standing to the side, was dressed in a cyan robe. He had a handsome face and a hint of pride and composure in his eyes. However, at this moment, his usually calm expression was somewhat stiff, and his pupils contracted, clearly shocked by the news.

Not far away.

Lu Quan, dressed in white, looked neat and tidy, with a jade pendant swaying gently at his waist.

He had delicate features and a gentle demeanor, exuding the aloofness typical of scions of prominent families.

At this moment, his eyes flickered, his knuckles tightened unconsciously, and the indifference on his face had faded.

Zou Li stood at the edge of the stone steps, her figure graceful and slender, her black hair cascading down to her waist like a waterfall, exuding a sharp and heroic aura, her whole being like an unsheathed sword.

At this moment, her gaze was sharp as a blade, scanning her surroundings as if she wanted to see through the stench of the fish.

Zhang Qu stood beside him like an iron tower.

He was tall and muscular, with a rugged face, high cheekbones, and an overall wild aura. His robes were bulging from his muscles.

At this moment, his brows were furrowed and his breathing was heavy, clearly indicating that he was quite shaken inside.

Beside them were eight other people.

They also learned about the situation from the accounts of other disciples serving on the mountain peaks.

At this moment, their faces were all filled with shock and bewilderment.

It should be noted that even the thirteen people living on the Eighty-Nine Peaks are still studying the breathing techniques and have not yet truly embarked on cultivation!

And now, these people are telling them that among their eighty-nine peaks, there has emerged a prodigy who overshadows millions of menial disciples, whose cultivation has reached the Qi Refining Perfection stage and ranks first?!

Absurd.

That's utterly absurd!

How could such a prodigy appear at their Peak 89, which has always been at the bottom?!

Gu Jia and the others were deeply shaken and found it difficult to calm down for a long time.

"Even you don't know who this person is?"

A voice rang out from in front of the crowd.

Wan Hongyi strode over.

He stood tall and straight, his demeanor calm and composed. His gaze, sharp as a hawk's, fell upon Gu Jia and the others, carrying a sense of inquiry and subtle pressure.

The other disciples from the surrounding mountain peaks, who were also watching, held their breath, their eyes filled with doubt.

"We don't know..."

Lin Bufan slowly shook his head, his voice becoming a few decibels lower.

“If you hadn’t told us, we wouldn’t even have known about this.”

As he spoke, he glanced at Zhang Qu, Zou Li, Lu Quan, and the others, a hint of suspicion gradually appearing in his eyes.

"Who exactly is it?"

His heart sank slightly.

In the dim light, a thought emerged.

This prodigy who overshadows millions of menial disciples is very likely...

They were hidden among the thirteen of them!

However, the other party concealed their cultivation aura, which is why no one could detect them!

Looking at Gu Jia and the others beside him, he became even more certain, his eyes filled with apprehension.

He couldn't think of any other possibility besides this one.

This disciple who has cultivated to the point of perfect Qi Refining, who is superior to millions of other disciples and ranks first among the servants, could not possibly be among those people down the mountain, could he?

How is that possible!

He preferred to believe that one of Gu Jia's group of people was hiding their cultivation aura!

At this moment, not only he thought so, but Wan Hongyi and the others beside him also thought so to some extent, and their eyes were full of surprise and doubt as they looked at them.

"I want to see what's so special about this person who dominates us millions of menial disciples. What makes him stand above us and become number one? And yet, you're all hiding your heads and cowering..."

A young man snorted coldly from the crowd.

He was thin, with a slightly gloomy face and an uncontrollable dissatisfaction at the corners of his mouth. When he spoke, he raised his chin slightly and stared at Gu Jia and the others with obvious provocation in his eyes.

The words were spoken.

The air seemed to be ignited.

Discontented voices quickly joined in.

"Exactly, let's see how long you can hide!"

"That person is definitely among the thirteen of you; they'll be exposed sooner or later!"

"What are you pretending to be mysterious for..."

They were already resentful, unconvinced, and jealous, and now they are even more resentful.

Gu Jia and the others exchanged glances, their eyes filled with suspicion and jealousy as they wondered who this mysterious person was.

While the servant disciples were discussing and trying to find out who was ranked number one among them,

……

Time slowly passed.

The blazing sun gradually set on the horizon, and the bright moon appeared.

Wan Hongyi and his group, along with a number of servants and deacons, returned empty-handed with their doubts.

Gu Jia and the others were astonished.

In the darkness of night.

At this time, Su Chen also brought Da Huang back to the wooden house.

In the dimly lit wooden house, Su Chen glanced at the panel.

[Complete reading of 100 volumes of Taoist scriptures, comprehension +100]

[Innate Talent - Comprehension: 7363 (Born Sage - Once in Ten Thousand Years)]

In those four hours, including the first Taoist scripture he studied, he studied a total of one hundred Taoist scriptures before stopping.

"My comprehension improved by one hundred, not bad..."

Su Chen looked forward to the day when his comprehension reached eight thousand, or even ten thousand.

Thinking about it, he sat cross-legged on the ground and focused his attention on the inner landscape of his dantian.

At this moment, his inner world was filled not only with streams of pure magical power, but also with a hundred strands of mysterious Daoist aura.

It is mysterious and profound, beyond words.

Under the influence of these mysterious Daoist charms, his already extremely pure magical power became even purer.

If he previously felt there was only a 45% chance of achieving Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment, now he feels it's closer to 46%!

Su Chen did not intend to rest. He decided to take advantage of the night to explore the inner Yin land and obtain the five foundational materials: the essence of Geng metal, the spiritual marrow of Yi wood, the source of Gui water, the essence of Li fire, and the mother qi of Wu earth.

He closed his eyes, focused his consciousness on his inner dantian, and condensed his yin spirit according to the method described in the Daoist scriptures of the Sutra Repository.

With his innate sage-level comprehension, his inner world quickly underwent a transformation.

In an instant, twelve thousand nine hundred and sixty thoughts fell into Jiaojie's inner world, condensing into an illusory figure that seemed to be on the verge of destruction.

Then, drawn by this figure.

The three souls: Taiguang, Shuangling, and Youjing.

Corpse Dog, Hidden Arrow, Sparrow Shade, Swallow Tong 7, Embedded Exhaustion 3, Stinky Lungs and Seven Souls.

The vast majority of them separated and converged into this human figure.

Suddenly, a mysterious, ghostly light flickered.

The Yin Spirit is formed!

A shadowy figure appeared.

In an instant, Su Chen felt dizzy and his perspective changed.

As soon as he opened his eyes, what met his gaze was a bright, clear center surrounded by a hazy, gray outer layer.

At the same time, Su Chen also felt his own fragility, as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

Upon realizing this situation, his powerful intuition prompted him to act.

Then, streams of pure magical power and strands of Daoist energy surrounding him converged on his body.

The bright light shone.

His spirit was no longer illusory, but solidified and took shape.

A stream of pure, luminous magical power formed a white robe, as if woven from moonlight silk, and slowly draped it over his body.

The white robes were incredibly light, not a physical object, but rather formed from pure light, swaying gently within the inner landscape and radiating a faint, ethereal glow.

One hundred strands of Daoist rhyme also landed on the clothes, turning into one hundred cloud-like Daoist characters.

Each cloud-bound Daoist script shone with a bright and clear light, and its writing changed constantly.

Sometimes it extends like flowing water, sometimes it condenses like thunder patterns, and sometimes it transforms into ancient seal characters that float and sink on it, climbing and flowing on the moonlit white robe.