One person: I, Daoist Master, am a cultivator of immortality!

Sun Yao's use of the Yin Soul Banner clearly shocked the leather merchant, leaving him momentarily stunned. However, it was only for a split second before the merchant reacted immediately. He also took out a flag from his robes. The flag's surface was woven from fur, but not just one or two kinds; it was made from the fur of dozens of different animals. And each kind was only a small piece, so one could imagine how many animals would be needed to make just one flag.

"The Beast-Commanding Felt commands all beasts!"

He simply waved the felt banner lightly, and the five immortal souls that were about to be sucked into the Yin Soul Banner suddenly flew backward. In the blink of an eye, these demon souls each found a piece of fur that had been taken from their own bodies.

"You kill demons for their skin and imprison their souls. Why bother being human? You're not even worthy of being called an animal. None of these demons probably provoked you. Aren't you afraid of divine retribution for what you've done?"

"Hahaha, revenge? These beasts think they're so high and mighty in the city, wanting to borrow my power to boss me around like a grandson. Fine, if they don't want to lend it, I'll take it myself. Now, aren't they becoming my power?"

The leather goods merchant chuckled maniacally as he uttered these words. This single sentence contained a wealth of information; from it alone, Sun Yao knew the man's identity and his motives.

"You're from the Ma family's shrine, which family's disciple are you? You've been targeting and killing members of the Hu, Huang, and Hui families, so you're probably not from one of those three shrines, are you? Borrowing power and incurring the wrath of the immortals shows that you haven't used this power for the righteous path, which means your nature is evil. So what right do you have to complain about the immortals? The immortals have already done more than enough by lending you power, and their wrath was meant to help you reform and turn to the right path. But they never expected you to be such an ungrateful and vindictive person, not thinking of repaying even a drop of kindness with a spring of gratitude, but only thinking of repaying a little reprimand tenfold."

"So what if I am? What does it matter to you who I am? Since you've chosen to die today, then leave your lives here. My message must not be spread; some things are only truly sealed by the dead. Hundred beasts, a hundred beasts charge!"

After saying this, the leather merchant shook the hundred beasts felt in his hand. The next second, all sorts of demons rushed out from the felt banner and pounced on Sun Yao.

Only then did Sun Yao realize that this Hundred Beasts Fur was not just made of the furs of the Hu, Huang, and Hui families, but also contained almost all kinds of ferocious beasts. In addition to the Hu, Huang, and Hui families, there were also wolves, bears, deer, leopards, and even a tiger with piercing eyes and a white forehead that pounced out from the tuft of white fur on top of the Hundred Beasts Fur.

As soon as these ferocious beasts appeared, they rushed towards Sun Yao. Sun Yao didn't take it seriously, after all, who doesn't have such a magical artifact?

"The flag of ghosts, a hundred ghosts walking at night!"

Sun Yao exhausted his spiritual energy to fully activate the Yin Soul Banner. The next moment, endless black energy surged from the banner, enveloping the entire shop. Then, more than twenty figures emerged from this black energy, confronting the demonic souls that pounced from the Hundred Beasts Felt.

Sun Yao had initially thought this would be a closely contested battle, with the outcome ultimately decided in his duel with the leather merchant. However, he soon realized something was amiss. After his yin spirit clashed with the opposing demonic spirit, the evenly matched battle he had envisioned did not materialize; instead, the advantage shifted overwhelmingly in the favor of the demonic spirits.

"How is this possible!? These demon immortals are displaying their true power!?" Sun Yao quickly realized something was wrong and found the source of this strange feeling.

Even the most outstanding shamanic disciple cannot fully borrow the power of the demon immortals, but the demon immortals who emerge from his felt banner can fully exert the power they possessed in their previous lives.

"This is truly illogical. Even though he's already dead, his remaining soul can still unleash the power he had in his prime before birth. It seems you have another trick up your sleeve, but I'm not without my own methods as well."

Seeing that his ghostly soldiers were about to be overwhelmed, Sun Yao had no choice but to choose other methods to deal with these demon immortals.

"In my dream, the Divine Lord descended from the heavens, his majesty beyond description. He rode a dragon-drawn chariot, needing no horses, and all who came before and behind him were spirits and deities. His countenance was refined and dignified, his ears reaching his shoulders and his eyes shining brightly. He wore a hat adorned with three phoenixes and three mountains, and a pale yellow robe. His boots were embroidered with gold, and his stockings were embroidered with dragons. His jade belt was decorated with eight treasures and floral patterns. At his waist hung a crescent-shaped slingshot, and in his hand he held a three-pointed, double-edged spear. He once cleaved Peach Mountain with an axe to save his mother, and shot down two phoenixes in the brown robe with a slingshot. His fame spread far and wide for his slaying of the eight monsters, and he formed a sworn brotherhood with the Seven Sages of Plum Mountain. He was proud and did not acknowledge the Heavenly Family, and his arrogant nature led him to reside in Guanjiang. He was the Holy Spirit of Chicheng, whose manifestations were boundless, and he was known as Erlang."

As Sun Yao dictated, he wrote the verse in mid-air with his index finger. Of course, he used the methods of the Heavenly Scroll. The moment he finished writing, the entire verse burst forth with golden light. It then rose into the air and transformed into a massive ball of light, from which two deafening barks echoed throughout the heavens and earth. Interestingly, the souls of these demon immortals trembled involuntarily upon hearing these barks.

"Howling Celestial Dog, follow me to vanquish demons and monsters!"

A crisp sound rang out, and a dark shadow suddenly darted out from the ball of light in mid-air, swooping down to fight the leading tiger demon. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a white, short-haired slender dog. Its head was like a shuttle, its waist like a bow, its tail like an arrow, and its four hooves were as thick as garlic cloves. From its head to its body and limbs, there wasn't an ounce of excess fat.

Then the ball of light in the sky began to slowly transform, and after a moment, Erlang Shen, resembling Jiao Ge, appeared in the sky. It wasn't that Erlang Shen actually looked like this, but rather that this was the Erlang Shen in Sun Yao's mind, or rather, in Sun Yao's mind, this was how Erlang Shen should look.

Because this summoning deity token was used by Sun Yao through the power of accumulating merit to transform Erlang Shen, the image of Erlang Shen was entirely based on the image of Erlang Shen in Sun Yao's mind. This Erlang Zhenjun hovered in the sky, glanced down, and then, with his right hand forming a sword finger, touched his forehead. His Heavenly Eye appeared and shot out a beam of white light, completely shattering the souls of these demon immortals.

After Erlang Shen's Heavenly Eye shattered the souls of these demon immortals, they transformed into black smoke and surged into the Hundred Beasts Felt. Judging from this, these demon immortals haven't been completely destroyed; they're just resting in the Hundred Beasts Felt.