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

But just then, he faintly heard someone calling his name from the water. The voice was soft and familiar, like the voice of his deceased uncle.

"uncle?"

Niuwa subconsciously looked at the surface of Ghost Bay, then his eyes became somewhat blank, and he unknowingly walked towards Ghost Bay.

An anxious child's voice rang out from somewhere.

"Don't get down, run!"

"Kid, mind your own business!" a cold male voice rang out.

It sounds like Xiaohu's voice?

But isn't he dead?

Niuwa looked dazed.

He only came to his senses when the icy water reached his toes.

Seeing himself leading the water buffalo into the river, the little cowboy was terrified.

He glanced at the water's surface unconsciously and saw his reflection in it, as well as a pair of cold, sinister eyes.

suddenly!

A cold hand gripped his ankle underwater and dragged him into the depths of Ghost Bay.

The boy's right hand was wrapped around the water buffalo's rope, which prevented him from being dragged into the water immediately.

"Ah..." Niuwa screamed in terror.

At the same time, he could faintly hear Xiao Hu crying and a man cursing.

The water buffalo mooed.

Just as Niuwa's right hand was turning red from being tied with the rope and he was about to give up, a curious voice rang out.

"Is this what a water ghost is?"

"interesting……"

Niuwa subconsciously turned his head to look.

Dressed in moon-white robes, the elder brother, looking like an immortal, floated gracefully toward them, appearing as if he were flying.

This scene completely stunned him, leaving Niuwa speechless with disbelief.

Not only him, but even the grip on his cold hand loosened considerably, and he subconsciously stopped.

Clearly, even the water ghosts underwater seemed to be shocked by this scene.

Su Chen ignored them and used Grass Fly to lightly leap to the vicinity, then stared at the underwater world of Ghost Bay with great interest.

He saw a middle-aged man with bluish skin, a cold, wet body, and dark pupils with a lot of white in his eyes, struggling to pull the child's feet underwater.

Beside the middle-aged man who appeared to be a water ghost, a little boy of seven or eight years old was desperately trying to stop him, but to no avail.

Is this a water ghost trying to lure someone to find a substitute?

Su Chen thought to himself unconsciously.

It is said that the souls of those who drown are trapped in the water and must find a substitute to escape.

The scene before me looks exactly like a water ghost looking for a substitute.

However, the little boy's ghostly situation surprised him somewhat.

After a moment of surprise, he didn't think much of it.

After searching for so long, he finally found the water ghost in Ghost Bay. Naturally, he wanted to test it out to see if the instant blooming of flowers would be effective against such an intangible ghost.

Before they could even react...

In an instant, Su Chen's cultivation and magical power accumulated over a year suddenly decreased by seventy or eighty percent.

An invisible wave emerged from his right hand and moved towards the middle-aged water ghost man underwater.

"Ah! What is this?"

"What did you do to me!" Zhang Yue exclaimed in horror.

He felt his soul rapidly weakening.

A palm-sized, ethereal gray flower gradually bloomed on his shoulder.

The bigger the flower grows, the weaker his body becomes.

This monstrous thing is sucking away his yin energy!

Chapter 12 A Divine Old Man?!

Subconsciously, Zhang Yue let go of its hand, and a splashing sound rang out as it fled into the depths of the river.

However, to his despair, even after he had escaped dozens of feet away, the illusory gray flower still did not stop absorbing his yin energy.

He stopped, a fierce look appearing on his bluish face. Without saying a word, he turned around and charged towards the boy.

On the banks of Ghost Bay River.

An invisible spiritual force spread out, and Su Chen's consciousness sank slightly, becoming somewhat drowsy.

He seemed to hear a voice tempting him to go into the river.

Under the power of the Daoist Child realm, Su Chen quickly regained consciousness.

The water ghost's power was somewhat beyond his expectations; it must have some cultivation.

Fortunately, the water ghost's own limitations prevented him from going ashore, and the blooming of the Daoist flower instantly absorbed a lot of his power, causing the bewitching power to decrease sharply and have almost no effect on him.

At that moment, a terrified voice rang out.

"Spare my life!"

"Sir, spare my life!"

"don't want……"

Zhang Yue wailed underwater, hoping the mysterious young man would spare him.

Unfortunately, no matter how much he pleaded, Su Chen ignored him.

Amidst resentment and curses, the yin energy surrounding Zhang Yue gradually dissipated, and his figure slowly vanished.

A slightly ethereal, pale gray fruit fell from his vanished body.

Su Chen's heart stirred, and the pale gray fruit flew towards his right hand in a flash.

Holding the pale gray peach, about the size of a walnut, in his hand, a smile appeared on his face.

"I wonder how much my magical power will increase, and how much will the Daoist boy's cultivation level rise, thanks to this fruit formed from a demon?"

Just then, a timid voice of thanks rang in my ears.

"Thank you, God, for saving me!"

The boy led the water buffalo ashore, feeling both grateful and excited, and knelt down to kowtow repeatedly.

He kowtowed, his heart filled with excitement.

He never imagined that in such a short time, he would not only see a water ghost, but also a deity!

The scene of the deity appearing from afar and using his magic to turn the water ghost into a peach was deeply imprinted in his mind.

At that moment, a fearful sound came from underwater Ghost Bay, attracting their attention.

"God, can you help me? I'm so cold, I'm trapped in the water and can't get out..."

Little Tiger's figure appeared and disappeared in the water, making Niuwa's soul tremble with fear.

However, remembering that Xiao Hu seemed to have helped him before, he couldn't help but ask, "Xiao Hu?"

"You've turned into a ghost?"

The words were spoken.

A look of confusion appeared on Xiao Hu's pale face. "Xiao Hu? Who is Xiao Hu?"

"Uh, you don't even remember who you are?" Niuwa said with a surprised look, "Your name is Xiaohu, you're from He Village in Guobei County, yesterday you..."

He recounted Xiao Hu's situation in detail.

As he spoke, Xiao Hu's eyes struggled, and then he gradually came to his senses.

“I remember now…” Xiao Hu murmured with a complicated expression, “My name is Xiao Hu, I’m dead, Mother…”

He went to the river to fetch water for his seriously ill mother, but he was bewitched by a ghost and dragged into the water, where he died.

He became emotional when he thought of his mother.

His father died young, leaving only his mother and him at home. Now that his father is also dead, his mother...

A wisp of black mist appeared on Xiao Hu's soul.

Seeing this scene, Su Chen seemed to be deep in thought, and suddenly said, "I will help you go see your mother."

Upon hearing this, the black aura around Xiao Hu gradually dissipated, and a look of gratitude appeared on his pale face. "Thank you, immortal!"

He was completely relieved.

In the dim light, under a faint mist, at some unknown time, a figure appeared, bowing to them.

Then, Xiaohu's figure gradually became transparent and disappeared into the river.

"Is this the underworld?" Su Chen wondered to himself.

He was somewhat curious about the underworld and wanted to go see it, but his current strength was insufficient, so he put the idea aside.

Seeing that Xiaohu's figure had completely disappeared, he looked at Niuwa beside him and said, "Take me to Xiaohu's house."

Niuwa snapped out of his daze and excitedly said, "Okay, Immortal, come with me!"

As he spoke, he straightened up, excitedly took the lead by the cow rope, and set off ahead.

Seeing his overly enthusiastic demeanor, Su Chen was speechless. He opened his mouth, wanting to tell him that he wasn't some kind of deity, but in the end, he said nothing.

Explaining it would be too troublesome, and to these ordinary people, there is no difference between those who know Taoist magic and immortals.

Xiao Hu's home wasn't far from here; they arrived at his doorstep in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

The faint sound of weeping could be heard from inside the dilapidated wooden house.

Niuwa knocked on the door.

Who is it?

An old woman, dressed in worn-out, faded linen clothes, her face covered in wrinkles and tear stains, and coughing incessantly, weakly opened the door.

“Niuwa, what brings you here? Xiaohu, that kid, he…”

She was about to explain something when she saw Su Chen standing behind Niuwa, and she immediately fell silent, her eyes showing fear.

"Young master, who are you?" she asked cautiously.

Lin Fang was filled with confusion and panic, wondering why this seemingly noble young man would suddenly come to her house.

Before Su Chen could say anything, Niuwa exclaimed excitedly, "Auntie, what young master? This is a celestial being!"

"The immortal master..."

Amid Lin Fang's astonished expression, Niuwa recounted in detail his encounter with the water ghost and Xiaohu at Ghost Bay.

Lin Fang's heart was in turmoil, and she was utterly shocked.

Finally, upon hearing that Xiao Hu had left, Lin Fang burst into tears.

After a while, she gradually calmed down and subconsciously looked at the boy in front of her.

A gentle breeze is blowing.

The young man's robes swayed, and his noble and aloof demeanor made people feel dazed, making them feel that he was not an ordinary person, but a god.

Lin Fang believed it without thinking.

Not only did Niuwa not seem to be lying, she also trusted her intuition.

Lin Fang stammered, "Grandpa Immortal, did you come to my house specifically because of Xiao Hu?"