In a remote village in the wilderness, a skeleton inexplicably appeared right behind him.
Who the fuck could handle that?
The gloomy man was about to put some distance between himself and the skeleton when a flash of sword light swept past. Before he could react at all, his life was snuffed out.
After absorbing the blood baleful qi, Tang Yan worried about disturbing the people inside the courtyard. With a thought, he summoned the deep-blue Heaven-Earth Creation Flame and reduced the man's corpse to ashes.
The man's name was Xu Chunqiang. An evil cultivator through and through, he liked to cut open pregnant women alive and cultivate using the fully formed fetuses inside them.
Because he only targeted ordinary people, he had never caused much of a stir.
Tang Yan sighed inwardly.
Hell stood empty, while devils walked the human world.
The world was so vast. Who knew whether a human or a ghost lurked beneath a person's skin?
Although I have become a pile of bones, a chance twist of fate has given me the ability to pinpoint those steeped in evil.
Since fate has bestowed this ability on me, let clear skies and an upright world remain wherever I pass.
Scorpion Mountain, Ten Directions Temple.
Worshippers streamed in without end.
Everyone in the surrounding villages knew that prayers for children at Ten Directions Temple were especially effective.
Some even traveled tens of thousands of miles to kneel in devout worship.
In the temple's rear courtyard, a young monk carried in a bowl of thick soup and placed it on the table before the abbot.
After removing the lid, he withdrew.
The ingredients in the bowl were all astonishingly expensive delicacies.
The abbot picked up a spoon and slowly savored it.
Before long, the young monk ran