The Beginning

"Ghosts!"

"Ghosts!"

Seeing this Primordial Spirit, Jiang Wang and Lin Shoucheng rolled their eyes back, so terrified they nearly fainted.

To them, a Primordial Spirit that existed between reality and illusion was indeed indistinguishable from a ghost.

"So it's Qinghe. What happened?"

Fang Yuan flicked at his clothes and asked unhurriedly.

The Primordial Spirit before him was translucent, its entire body gleaming with the color of Glazed Moonlight. It had transformed into a Subduing Demon Vajra Image, and vaguely resembled the Deity enshrined in the Daoist temple.

"Alas... it's a long story!"

Scars crisscrossed the Vajra Primordial Spirit, and powdery fragments sifted from it. He had clearly been gravely wounded. "My sect got in touch with me, their disciple, and told me to atone for my crimes by doing something meritorious. I was so anxious to make amends that I went to investigate those women..."

Old Daoist Qinghe didn't want to continue.

Clearly, what came next was that his skills had been too poor, and he'd nearly had his Primordial Spirit destroyed.

He'd even been pursued all the way here, with no way to escape by land or sky, until he could only turn to Fang Yuan for help.

"You bull-nosed Daoist, you really have no shame... You'd better send me those few jars of your treasured Peach Blossom Wine tomorrow!"

Fang Yuan shook his head and chided him with a laugh.

In truth, if he'd acted according to his real nature, he would have encountered this troublemaking man and immediately obliterated him with a single palm, ensuring he'd be reborn in bliss and leave not the slightest trace behind in this world.

But for now, he had to maintain the persona of an upright, righteous master, so he let it slide.

He beckoned gently. Moonlight spilled down, mending Old