That night, Mu Chen slept soundly.
He didn't know why, but Ren Ting Ting ran out early in the morning with a flushed face.
Time flew by.
In the blink of an eye, half a month had passed.
The renovation of the Ren Mansion was nearing completion.
The relationship between Mu Chen and Ren Ting Ting was also rapidly warming.
However, he did not indulge in the pleasures of the world. During the day, he spent time with Ren Ting Ting, and at night, he went to the graveyard.
Whenever he encountered ghosts, those who had not done evil were sent to the underworld, those who had committed great evil were killed, and those who had committed minor evil were taken into the Ghost Emperor Seal and refined into ghost slaves.
In just half a month, within a hundred miles of Renjia Town, the world was clear. Not only were there no malicious ghosts with cultivation, but even wandering spirits were rare.
Mu Chen also gained ten years of cultivation, as well as miscellaneous rewards like herbs, fragments of Daoist scriptures, and so on.
And thirty-odd ghost slaves.
Although the strongest among them were only evil ghosts at the third or fourth level, thanks to the abnormal bonus of the Ghost Emperor Seal, which allowed for a day of cultivation to be equivalent to a hundred days, Mu Chen would be able to raise a formidable ghost army in no time.
…
Under the night sky.
Mu Chen walked through the dense forest, with evil ghosts leading the way. The steep mountain path, overgrown with dense foliage, posed no obstacle to him.
Due to his recent cleansing operations, he had to delve deeper into the forest to find ghosts.
In the deep mountains and old forests, the number of ghosts was fewer, but their quality was higher than those around the town.
In just an hour, he had captured two evil ghost-level ghost slaves.
Suddenly, there was a rustling sound from within the forest.
Looking up, he saw a Daoist wearing glasses, his Daoist robe disheveled, his breath disordered, running out in a panic.
"Fellow Daoist… why are you in such a hurry?"
The corners of Mu Chen's mouth rose. He recognized the Daoist in front of him as Jiushu's junior brother, Simu Daoist.
Such a unique way of appearing, it must have been due to encountering something evil.
His aura had reached the seventh level of the Yangdan True Person realm, which was enough to indicate that the evil being was extraordinary.
If he could eliminate it, the system would definitely give him gold!
"Fellow Daoist, there's no time, let's talk while we walk!"
Simu spoke in a panic, constantly looking back as he spoke.
"Alright, let's talk as we walk."
He was very cooperative with Simu's request and dragged him along.
"This Daoist is a direct descendant of Maoshan, Simu Daoist."
Simu took a deep breath and said, "I haven't had the pleasure of learning your origin and name, Fellow Daoist?"
"This Daoist is Mu Chen, a Pure Yang Daoist of Longhushan."
"Could it be that you are a little demon from Longhushan in the past?!"
Simu's eyes widened in disbelief, just like Jiushu when he first heard Mu Chen's name.
Mu Chen humbly said, "It's just that my senior masters have shown me kindness. I'm not worthy of the title of demon."
"Ahem, Brother Pure Yang, let's discuss these trivial matters later. Please hurry and go to Renjia Town with me."
"What happened to make you so panicked, Fellow Daoist?"
"This Daoist was escorting a corpse back to his hometown for his guests to return to their roots. However, I encountered a group of bandits on the way, each one comparable to a late-stage Daoist Extermination Expert, and the leader of the bandits was extremely skilled in the unorthodox arts, his cultivation even reaching the eighth level of True Person…"
Simu spoke, his face heavy with worry.
In this era, the World-Suppressing Grandmaster was not present, and the Great Daoists were the foundation of the sect and rarely appeared in the world.
It was rare to see people of the eighth or ninth level of True Person on the land of Shenzhou, let alone an evil person of this realm.
As he listened, Mu Chen nodded and quickened his pace.
Such a powerful evil cultivator, a bandit by origin, he vaguely guessed who it was.
Wang Po, the leader of the bandits in the movie "A Chinese Ghost Story"!
This woman was extremely vicious!
She led her bandits in burning, killing, and looting, killing many townspeople.
Even Jiushu had to put in a lot of effort to defeat her.
As a result, she fell into a well and became a ferocious ghost. She became even more fierce. If it weren't for witnessing her brothers being deep-fried to death and being manipulated to fight to the death, even Jiushu couldn't have contained her!
Possessing the combat power to escape from the hands of Jiushu, a quasi-Grandmaster of Maoshan, was enough to illustrate her extraordinary abilities.
Encountering this woman, it was no wonder Simu had abandoned his clients and fled in a panic.
I wonder what good things the system will give me for eliminating her…
At this moment, Simu, who was still talking incessantly, suddenly noticed something was wrong!
This road… how come it looks so familiar?
"No… I asked you to talk as we walked, but I didn't ask you to take me back the way we came!"
Simu was collapsing. It was late at night, and he was so focused on walking that he didn't notice that Mu Chen's understanding of talking as they walked was to walk in the direction he came from!
If it weren't for the fact that this valley was extremely familiar, he wouldn't have noticed even if he ran into the bandits head-on!
"Quick! Turn back, turn back immediately!"
Simu grabbed Mu Chen and turned to run. Although Mu Chen had monstrous talents, he was still young and his wings were not fully grown. At best, he could fight ghosts and leaping corpses, but he would never have the ability to contend with a Great Daoist!
But no matter how hard he tried, Mu Chen remained rooted in place, unmoving.
He looked towards the depths of the forest, his eyes deep and dark: "It's too late, they're already here."
As if to confirm his words, the sound of horse hooves rang out, growing louder and louder, approaching from far away.
Simu's face turned pale. He had his clients to help him escape last time, but this time, he was alone.
What was even more fatal was that he was with a treasure of Longhushan!
If he died with this thing, Longhushan would probably flatten Maoshan!
Thinking of this, Simu said with a tragic expression, "Bad luck… no, Brother Pure Yang, you go ahead, this Daoist will stay behind to block them for you!"