Born Saints: Starting from Liaozhai

"Lord Rakshasa, you were sent flying back as soon as you got close?"

"Lord Rakshasa is an old ghost with a thousand years of cultivation!"

"This...this is a deity?"

In the City of the Unjustly Dead, horrified screams rose and fell, but were quickly suppressed into trembling low voices.

All the ghost messengers and spirits involuntarily turned their gazes toward the sky above the City of the Wrongfully Dead.

Watching that long, flowing hair dance in the cold wind, surrounded by a clear and vast radiant light, with a bright moon hanging behind her head, her figure cascading down like a waterfall of frost.

The faces of Shi Yan and the other ghost messengers were filled with disbelief.

At this moment, the entire City of the Wrongfully Dead seemed to tremble under this person's aura.

What incredible power and spiritual strength this is!

Didn't the immortals all disappear without a trace? How come they've reappeared?

What is the purpose of this being descended upon the underworld?

Just then.

Above the City of the Wrongfully Dead, a figure that seemed both divine and immortal slowly descended towards the city.

During this process, the bright light emanating from him gradually subsided, revealing his true appearance.

In the distance, Zhang Shanhai also looked on with awe.

He was stunned at first glance.

The boy was dressed in moon-white silk, the color of which was like the first light of dawn, with a faint luster as the hem of his robes fell.

His skin was as white as jade, his features were refined and untouched by worldly affairs, and when his eyes were lowered, he seemed to have compassion for all living beings, but when he looked up, he was indifferent and aloof.

Standing there, he exuded an aura of refined elegance and detachment, as if separated from the world by an invisible barrier.

Zhang Shanhai completely lost his composure.

The appearance of the deity before them was naturally without any problems; in fact, he was exceptionally handsome, perfectly matching the imagination of these common people.

However, this deity looks exactly like Xuan'er!

The only difference is that one is somewhat ordinary, while the other has shed its ordinariness and gained an extraordinary appearance, becoming increasingly handsome and otherworldly!

Zhang Shanhai was completely stunned, staring blankly at the familiar figure above the City of the Wrongfully Dead.

At this moment, the figure drew closer and closer, its bright light shining down.

Her hair and skin, shimmering with a faint glow, became even clearer and more dazzling.

The gentle, clear moon behind his head illuminated the surroundings, making him appear as if a deity had descended.

The two ghost messengers, Shi Yan and Wang Heng, knelt on the ground, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, not daring to even lift their heads.

The ghost messengers and spirits around the City of the Wrongfully Dead all bowed their heads and prostrated themselves, even their breathing became cautious.

They were wildly speculating in their minds.

Who exactly is this immortal being?

And why would you step into the underworld?

Dead silence.

An unprecedented silence.

In this deathly silence, the only one still standing was Zhang Shanhai.

He stood in the cold corridor, his body trembling slightly, his lips quivering.

Finally, as if he had used up all the courage he had in his life, his voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, yet it rang out clearly.

"...Xuan'er?"

That sound came out.

The entire City of the Dead seemed to freeze for a moment, even the eerie wind seemed to stand still.

Countless gazes fell upon the middle-aged ghost, dressed in the robes of a wealthy merchant and possessing a portly figure.

In those gazes, there was astonishment, anger, pity, and also indifference as if looking at a madman.

"Are you crazy?"

"Didn't he see who that was? How dare he speak up at a time like this?"

"He...he was talking to this deity?"

"You're really asking for it! Don't drag us down with you!"

hushed, low murmurs drifted among the ghosts.

Shi Yan and Wang Heng, who were kneeling on the ground, trembled even more violently, their faces showing both shock and anger.

"That damned old bastard!"

"We should have broken him up just now!"

Just as they were filled with both shock and hatred.

The white-robed immortal who had descended suddenly chuckled softly.

A smile, like a ray of moonlight, gently falls into this cold and desolate city of the unjustly dead.

next moment.

He slowly extended his right hand, his voice gentle yet clearly carrying in all directions.

"Father."

"I've come to take you home."

The words fell.

The City of the Wrongfully Dead fell into an even more complete and utter silence than before.

Countless gazes suddenly turned to Zhang Shanhai.

Especially Shi Yan and Wang Heng, the two ghost messengers, their pupils suddenly contracted, their faces filled with disbelief.

"Father?"

"This...how is this possible?!"

Is it as they think?

They can't believe it.

I can't believe it either.

The seemingly ordinary middle-aged businessman in front of you is actually the father of this extraordinary immortal!

They must have misheard!

Yes, it must be!

Just as they were frantically denying it in their hearts.

At this moment, not only did they think this way, but many ghost messengers and ghosts in the City of the Wrongfully Dead also thought this way.

At this time.

"Xuanxuan, is it really you?"

Zhang Shanhai exclaimed incredulously, "How could you be a deity?!"

These words shattered the last shred of hope for Shi Yan and the other ghosts.

Is this old man really the father of this deity?!

Then, what followed left them even more stunned and incredulous.

Su Chen shook his head gently and explained with a smile, "There's nothing strange about that."

"Father, have you forgotten that a year ago I abandoned my pursuit of fame and literary talent to take a liking to martial arts and seek immortality?"

"A year has passed, and I've become a god. Isn't that normal?"

These words were spoken.

Zhang Shanhai was dumbfounded.

The ghost messengers like Shi Yan and the ghosts like Rakshasa were all dumbfounded.

They wondered if there was something wrong with their ears, otherwise how could they hear such outrageous things?

Is this even human language? Why can't they understand it?

A year ago, he gave up fame and literary talent to pursue immortality and seek enlightenment.

And then become a god?!

In other words, this person in front of us became a deity in just one year?

How is that possible!

This is not normal at all!

They can't believe it.

Zhang Shanhai's mind was completely blank.

He naturally knew that Xuan'er had been going crazy for a year and had given up his literary talents to seek immortality.

At that time, he was angry, disappointed, and heartbroken.

Relatives and neighbors pointed fingers and secretly mocked, saying that the Zhang family had finally produced a child prodigy, but he had gone mad.

He and his wife were so angry that they couldn't sleep all night.

I've cried, cursed, pleaded, and even knelt down to beg.

Ke Xuan'er never changed.

Before that, he was so proud!

His own son was a famous child prodigy in Guobei County, proficient in poetry, mathematics and divination, with a bright future ahead of him!

If they continue down this path, the Zhang family might truly be able to shed their lowly status as merchants, have their ancestral graves emitting auspicious smoke, and enter the ranks of officials!

However, all of this came to an abrupt end a year ago.

He lamented countless times, grieving the misfortune of his family.

until now.

In the City of the Wrongfully Dead, a chilling wind howls.

The boy, who looked like a celestial being, stood under the moonlight, gazing at him silently.

Zhang Shanhai stared blankly at that familiar yet unfamiliar face, then suddenly chuckled softly.

The laughter was filled with bitterness and relief.

"Xuan'er..."

"You kept this from your father...it's so painful!"

Xuan'er isn't crazy at all, nor is he poisoned by the pursuit of immortality.

She was just as dazzling as ever, even more so than before, transcending the mundane and beyond the reach of ordinary people!