Born Saints: Starting from Liaozhai

What does fame and fortune matter?

What does it matter if one sheds their 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 would probably envy Xuan'er, and might even trade his status for her!

Zhang Shanhai appeared dazed.

At the same time, he 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 is sure to achieve great things in the future!"

There's no truth to the claim that he's handsome 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."

These words, like a gentle hammer blow, awakened Zhang Shanhai.

He looked down at his somewhat ethereal body and couldn't help but smile bitterly. He said, "Xuan'er, what good would it do for your father to go back now?"

"Humans and ghosts are destined to be apart..."

His tone was sorrowful.

The words were spoken.

Su Chen said calmly, "Father, you died an accidental death before your lifespan was over. Your return to life means nothing to me."

In Liaozhai, the boundary between Yin and Yang is not so clear. In cases where one's lifespan has not yet ended, one can simply use magical power to repair the body and then insert the soul back in.

It's like your soul has been captured by ghost messengers; as long as you return to your body in time, everything will be fine.

If it's due to natural causes, that would be a bit troublesome...

Zhang Shanhai looked on incredulously. "You mean, I can come back to life?"

Su Chen nodded slightly.

Zhang Shanhai's eyes revealed excitement and hope.

At this time.

The ghost messengers, including Shi Yan and Wang Heng, along with other ghosts, couldn't help but show expressions of disbelief and jealousy on their faces.

Resurrection?

How could such a thing happen!

Zhang Shanhai said excitedly, "Then Xuan'er, let's go quickly!"

Su Chen nodded.

However, before leaving the underworld, his gaze fell upon the two ghost messengers, Shi Yan and Wang Heng, who were kneeling on the ground.

He had also witnessed from afar the scene of them whipping Zhang Shanhai.

Noticing his gaze, Shi Yan and his two ghost messengers trembled, their faces filled with terror. "Immortal, we don't know, no..."

Su Chen was too lazy to listen to their nonsense and simply flicked his sleeves.

boom!

Under the influence of over four thousand years of magical power, Shi Yan's two ghost messengers cried out in alarm, utterly powerless to resist, their souls were directly enveloped and compressed, and then collected into his sleeve.

Having done all this, he did not stop. With a glance, his powerful magic surged forth once more, crashing into the depths of the shadows in the distance.

Zhang Shanhai only saw that the Rakshasa demon, which originally wanted to escape quietly, suddenly froze.

The next instant, he roared with resentment and anger, and was forcibly pulled out of the shadows and tucked into his sleeve.

Zhang Shanhai was deeply shaken and hesitated before asking, "Xuan'er, what's wrong?"

"Where did they go? Did you hide them in your sleeve?"

Su Chen glanced at him and said calmly, "They're not going anywhere. They'll go where they're supposed to go."

"Alright, Father, let's go."

The words fell.

He waved his sleeve again, and a vast magical power enveloped Zhang Shanhai.

With a short cry of surprise from Zhang Shanhai, the two figures soared into the air, breaking through the eerie wind, and flew towards the outside of the City of the Wrongfully Dead.

Under the dim sky, a cold wind howled.

As Su Chen rode the wind, his gaze involuntarily drifted one last time toward the City of the Unjustly Dead.

Countless ghosts gazed up at them, some blankly, others with envy.

Looking at these ghosts, a thought arose in Su Chen's mind.

If Zhong Kui can eat ghosts, there's no reason why he can't.

With so many ghosts, there must be some evil spirits among them. We'll turn them into peaches and eat them...

[Realm: True Person (41%) 4,139 years of cultivation]

Looking at his cultivation of over four thousand years, anticipation appeared in Su Chen's eyes.

Strictly speaking, he is not a true immortal, nor is he among the ranks of immortals. He can only be considered a true immortal, but he is so extraordinary that they cannot distinguish him.

If one raises their cultivation level to 100% and breaks through to the level of a True Person, they might become a true immortal!

At that time, not only will their strength change, but their comprehension will also undergo a qualitative change!

Su Chen had already begun to consider the matter of coming to the underworld after settling his father, Zhang Shanhai.

As he pondered this, he also quickly glanced down and briefly observed the underworld.

The place was so vast that he didn't get a complete view of it, but he did get familiar with the City of the Unjustly Dead.

He didn't even see the judge or the ten kings of hell.

When he sensed the City of the Wrongfully Dead, he discovered that the most powerful being in the City of the Wrongfully Dead was the Rakshasa demon in his sleeve, and it seemed that this Rakshasa demon was also in charge of the City of the Wrongfully Dead.

"Strange..." Su Chen murmured, "Has the underworld become this chaotic?"

Are there ghost kings ruling over their respective territories?

"Whatever, I'll find out what happened next time I come..."

Su Chen stopped thinking about it and focused on getting on his way.

Soon, he arrived at the entrance to the underworld he had previously descended to.

He sensed something and waited patiently.

In the instant a ghost suddenly appears, the boundary between Yin and Yang briefly loosens, and the entrance quietly opens.

Without hesitation, Su Chen led his father, Zhang Shanhai, straight inside.

Since it was still early morning outside, Su Chen also put Zhang Shanhai's soul into his sleeve to avoid the sunlight shining on him.

……

The sky suddenly brightened.

The yin energy recedes.

Su Chen's vision blurred for a moment, and when he opened his eyes again, what came into view was the Black Tiger Gang's headquarters.

After glancing at the empty and quiet Black Tiger Gang headquarters, where no one had yet noticed anything amiss, Su Chen moved swiftly and strode towards the Zhang family residence.

soon.

As soon as he arrived at the gate of the Zhang family's house, he was spotted by several villagers who were watching and discussing, as well as the gatekeepers, Old Man Wang and Wang An.

"Is this the eldest son of the Zhang family?"

The crowd was somewhat surprised, wondering where the eldest son of the Zhang family, who had been away since Master Zhang's death, had been all this time, and why he had returned now.

Su Chen ignored them, nodded to Wang An and Old Man Wang, and walked straight into the Zhang family compound, heading towards the main hall.

Soon, he arrived at the main hall of the Zhang family.

At this moment, there were far fewer people in the main hall.

The constables in their official uniforms and the coroner Wen Zhou had already left, and there were far fewer of Zhang's relatives.

However, his mother, Xu, and his younger brother, Zhang Xing, are still in the main hall.

Upon hearing footsteps, they instinctively turned their heads.

Upon seeing him, Xu, the mother whose eyes were red and swollen from crying, wiped her eyes and forced a smile.

She murmured softly, "It's good that you're back...it's good that you're back..."

After saying that, she quickly stepped forward and said worriedly, "Xuan'er, let the police handle the matter of catching the murderer."

"Your father just passed away, and I don't want anything to happen to you!"

God knows how nervous and worried she was when she heard Xuan'er say he had a way and went out to find the murderer who killed her father not long ago.

The master had only been gone for a short time, and she dared not think about whether her body could withstand it if something happened to Xuan'er.

Seeing Xuan'er return, she couldn't help but breathe a heavy sigh of relief.

Standing to the side, Zhang Xing nodded, though he was very jealous of his older brother.

Su Chen didn't say anything and went straight to Zhang Shanhai's body.

Looking at his father, Zhang Shanhai, whose face was pale and bloodless, whose body was lifeless and who had been dead for some time, he said directly.

"Mother, please go out for a while. I want to be alone with Father for a bit."

The words were spoken.

The mother, Xu, Zhang Xing, and others had some doubts.

After thinking about it, they felt that he must be too heartbroken and wanted to talk to Zhang Shanhai privately about some things.

Everyone nodded and walked out of the main hall, leaving the space to him and Zhang Shanhai.

The main hall became quiet and empty again.

Without hesitation, Su Chen began to pour his magical power into Zhang Shanhai's corpse on the stretcher.

boom!

A surge of immense magical power flowed into Zhang Shanhai's body, circulating through his meridians, limbs, and bones.

The magical power and cultivation accumulated over four thousand years were immense, yet it was all reduced to a mere moment.

Zhang Shanhai, who had been pale, regained his color, and even the cuts on his chest and abdomen healed quickly.

In the blink of an eye, the deathly aura on Zhang Shanhai faded, and life reappeared on his body, as if he had come back to life, and even his breathing returned.

However, without a soul, he is still a living dead.

Upon realizing this, Su Chen had an idea and immediately flicked his sleeve, sending his father Zhang Shanhai's soul into his body.

Zhang Shanhai exclaimed in surprise.

His soul quickly merged into his body the moment it touched it.

His consciousness momentarily went haywire, but then he quickly regained it under the stimulation of his magical power.

Zhang Shanhai suddenly opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw was Xuan'er, who was dressed in a moon-white silk robe and exuded a pure and ethereal aura, standing beside the stretcher, like a fairy descended to earth.

He stared blankly.

Then, he touched the warm body, his face showing excitement and disbelief.

"I'm alive! I'm really alive!"

Zhang Shanhai shouted excitedly.

at the same time.

Far outside the main hall.

Xu and the others faintly heard sounds coming from the main hall.

"Xing'er, did I mishear...?"

"Why do I think I heard your father's voice?" Mrs. Xu asked, stunned.

"Uh..." Zhang Xing hesitated, "I think I heard that too?"

The words were spoken.

Whether it was Xu Shi, Zhang Xing, or the few Zhang family relatives who remained here, all of them showed expressions of surprise and doubt.

Subconsciously, they walked towards the main hall, wanting to see what was going on.