The pedestrians and workers, most of them only Levels Five or Six, saw a very different scene from the one in Bai Xiaowen's eyes.
The dilapidated Ancient Buddha Temple was a resplendent palace filled with drifting incense, while the Long-Tongued Ghosts were naked beauties beckoning to them.
Bai Xiaowen heard Chen Rong's voice beside his ear:
"Fellow cultivator Lü, only wandering ghosts have appeared so far. The real culprit hasn't shown itself yet. The two martial masters from my family will deal with these ghosts. Be careful and protect the ordinary people."
The voice seemed to come from right beside his ear. Clearly, Chen Rong was using a technique similar to "mental transmission," but without any Spirit Force fluctuations, making it even more discreet.
Bai Xiaowen nodded slightly.
The charmed pedestrians and workers surged forward without the slightest awareness, while the Long-Tongued Ghosts also "giggled" as they came to meet them, stretching out their withered arms to embrace this fresh blood.
Suddenly, the clatter of hooves rang out, followed by a shout: "Where did these demons and little ghosts come from? You dare try to take people's lives!"
Two fine steeds galloped over. Then the wind stirred and robes fluttered as the two martial masters of the Chen Caravan leaped from their horses and shot straight toward the Long-Tongued Ghosts.
These two martial masters were the two strongest members of the caravan after Manager Chen, both Level 13 Elite Tier experts.
Clang!
The long blades were drawn.
"Take my Seven Phantoms Chain Slash!"
The martial master on the left shouted and brought his blade down. It suddenly transformed into seven blade shadows that hacked toward a ghost.
The Long-Tongued Ghost shrieked. Its ten ghost claws became sharp and slender, like ten miniature daggers, and stabbed forward.
The blade light struck