In the lantern light, several zhang away from Xiao Hua, stood a crude barricade piled from stones and burlap sacks. Behind it lay a deep earthen pit. Several men in tight-fitting clothes leaped out of the pit, lanterns in one hand and weapons such as steel sabers in the other, advancing toward Xiao Hua with great vigilance.
"This one is Xiao Hua, Daoist title True Person Xiao!" Unlike ordinary cultivators, Xiao Hua did not ignore these worldly servants and directly release his divine sense to summon Zhu Cheng. Instead, he calmly announced his name.
"Y-you are True Person Xiao?" These men had clearly heard of Xiao Hua's name. The moment they heard him identify himself, they were startled and raised their lanterns slightly, wanting to see him clearly.
"Ghost!!" Before the men had even seen Xiao Hua's face, the old man beside him cried out and collapsed to the ground.
"A ghost?" With the old man fallen, how could the servants still care about seeing Xiao Hua's face? They all shouted. Some threw their lanterns to the ground and stumbled back in panic, while others waved their steel sabers wildly in defense.
"Hmph..." Xiao Hua snorted coldly. "This is merely this old man's transformation technique. Where would any ghosts or specters come from?"
With a flick of Xiao Hua's finger, a fireball flew into the air, illuminating everything within several dozen zhang.
"Ah, it truly is True Person Xiao."
"It's True Person Xiao! This lowly one saw True Person Xiao's portrait at the young master's place!"
"This lowly one even kowtowed before True Person Xiao's portrait!"
The servants instantly began chattering all at once, though none dared step forward. Although the old man understood that this was Xiao Hua's transformation technique, he had been so frightened that his bones had