To a Swiftstride Ghost, a kilometer of forest was crossed in the blink of an eye. Yet when we were only halfway through the woods, a gigantic firebird flew straight at me!
My pupils shrank. Without a word, I scooped up Violet-Clad, pinched a blue talisman, and flew two hundred meters, passing straight through the firebird!
But the Swiftstride Ghost was not so lucky. It was blasted into smoke and clouds, vanishing without a trace.
Wife Sis quickly tugged at my clothes. Around us, two whooshing sounds rang out as two more equally huge firebirds flew toward me!
Another explosion erupted in the woods. After dodging the attack, I appeared farther away and, gazing at the people emerging from three directions, rubbed the Soul Urn in a foul mood.
All the household ghosts had come out. I extended my hand and granted them Blood Robes. With five late-stage Ghost Kings standing before me, the three people in front of us wore startled expressions.
"Withdraw. Call Martial Uncle." Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, the leader immediately retreated. The other two did not linger either, all three vanishing into the woods.
My expression turned cold. As expected, they were three members of the Nine Cauldrons Society's enforcement team, all at the Perfected Dao Entry stage.
Their clothes were nothing special, merely the ordinary dress of young men. However, each wore a piece of green jade at his waist. That was probably the enforcement team's insignia.
If three pure Perfected Dao Entry cultivators truly fought my household ghosts, their chances of winning would not be high. But they could stall me until their Martial Uncle arrived. By then, I would be in serious trouble.
The one they called Martial Uncle was undoubtedly a cultivator in the Enlightenment stage. As members of the