System: After the fortune telling, my cultivation level skyrocketed.

As soon as Chen Xuan uttered those murderous words...

Wang Wenjing trembled subconsciously, and goosebumps rose on her back.

And at the same time.

In a secluded alley, Jiang Linglong, with the Daoist Soul-Suppressing Seal flashing between her brows, followed a man dressed in a black Zhongshan suit with blank eyes.

Although Jiang Linglong had already joined the Zhengyi sect, he had only been a disciple for one day and did not understand any of the various Taoist practices.

Her spirit is now sealed within her body, and she has lost control of her body.

"Little thing, you almost got away." The man in the Zhongshan suit had a hoarse voice, but his tone sounded somewhat excited.

"I came here on my master's orders to avenge my junior brother. Before I even met my enemy, I encountered a great opportunity. You have all the cultivation but no inheritance? If you were a normal spirit with an inheritance, how would I dare to lay a hand on you?"

The man in the Zhongshan suit glanced at the white-haired, youthful girl and said, "You do have a beautiful appearance. I'll take you back to my sect and we'll cultivate together for a while. Then I'll take out your inner core and remove your scales. This will not only enhance my magic but also strengthen my divine protection and allow me to forge a fish-scale armor. It's truly wonderful."

The man's voice was very deep, and a chilling wind swirled around him as he walked.

"Our enemy is in that dilapidated Taoist temple on Tangwu Mountain. He can't escape at any time. It would be a real shame to miss this great opportunity."

Hearing this, Jiang Linglong felt even more desperate. She didn't want to die; she hadn't even seen her master one last time.

She hasn't yet mastered all the myriad Taoist arts and become a true member of the Zhengyi sect.

"Master, Master... Waaah, where are you?"

"Why am I so weak despite having 280 years of cultivation? Why is he able to easily suppress my soul and make me lose control of my body, even though he is clearly weaker than me?"

Just as a man and a woman, an old man and a young man were about to walk out of the alley.

On another side street, a handsome young man dressed in white with long white hair stopped in his tracks, frowned, and turned to look at the entrance of the deep alley.

A young Taoist priest accompanying them, dressed in plain Taoist robes, with his hair tied in a bun, dark circles under his eyes, and looking listless, exclaimed in surprise, "Oh my, Tangwu Mountain is indeed a famous mountain and river! The three of us have only just entered this land, and we've already encountered demons?"

"The demonic aura of a hundred years of cultivation?"

The last to speak was a tall woman in white with an exceptionally beautiful face.

The woman had fair skin and striking features. She wore a white, antique-style long dress with a ribbon tied around her waist. Her long, beautiful legs, longer than most people's, were clad in simple, flat sandals.

Her sparing use of words reveals her to be an absolutely rational and aloof beauty.

"How about we go take a look?" The Taoist priest with his hair in a bun shrugged at the two people traveling with him.

"Alright." The white-haired young man nodded sparingly.

"Okay." The elegant woman in the long dress agreed.

This left the young Taoist priest with his hair in a topknot speechless.

"Hey, do you two have to be like this? You've been so lifeless the whole way. Anyone who didn't know better would think you were siblings and that a family member had been in a car accident and was having a funeral."

Wang Ye was really fed up with these two; they were both so aloof.

However, the two ignored Wang Ye and walked straight into the alley ahead.

Seeing the two acting this way, Wang Ye hurriedly ran to the front and stopped them.

“I said, don’t rush. Chumadao is not far from Tangwu City. Maybe it’s a cultivation spirit on those people. Let’s use a magic artifact to check first.”

As he spoke, Wang Ye took out an ancient bronze mirror from his bag, then drew on the mirror with his finger while muttering incantations.

"As expected of the chief Taoist priest of Wudang Mountain, he even brought out the True 'Martial Demon-Revealing Mirror' this time?"

Wang Ye curled his lip and looked at the white-robed, white-haired youth. "Master Lingyu, if I'm not mistaken, the jujube wood sword in your bag should be the one used by the Old Celestial Master, right?"

"And Junior Sister Xueqi, wasn't your Entangling Silk Dust Sword personally taught by Daoist Zhishun?"