Comprehending the True Explanation of the Sword Dao, Zhang Yunshang's Night Raid on Li Xiang!

Spirit Ruins Blessed Land.

Li Xiang was no stranger to those words.

Not merely familiar—they were etched into his bones and heart. The Crimson Ghost King had laid plans to break free of his shackles, only to be slain by the even more insidious True Person Lingxu.

Now, after all his twists and turns, he had returned to Tiger Family Village beneath the Spirit Ruins Blessed Land.

When the night wind lifted a corner of the carriage curtain and Li Xiang peered through the gap, a rare flicker of astonishment crossed his eyes.

How was this still the remote village where a handful of lesser ghosts had forced everyone to hide in a ruined temple and await death?

The Tiger Family Village before him had transformed.

The scattered, low thatched cottages and mud-brick houses had long since been leveled, replaced by rows of spacious compounds hastily built from bluestone and logs.

The streets had been widened to three times their former breadth and paved with smooth flagstones. Thick steam-powered streetlamps stood on either side, their dim yellow lights joining into an unbroken glow in the darkness, illuminating this former ghost-haunted land.

At a rough glance, its scale was already approaching that of Blackwater Ancient Town.

The greatest change was undoubtedly the City God temple at the village entrance.

The old, dilapidated temple, with its flaking clay statues and walls that let in wind from every direction, had been demolished and rebuilt.

The new City God temple had vermilion walls, green tiles, sweeping eaves, and interlocking brackets. Two imposing stone guardian beasts stood before its main hall. Inside, incense offerings flourished, their blue smoke curling straight toward the heavens.

Through a Feng Shui Master's Qi Observation, Li Xiang saw a steady stream of incense fortune representing orthodox authority gathering above the