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"Was that just now considered dangerous?" Tan Shuchang couldn’t help but ask, his face, like that of a handsome gentleman in poetry, also revealing a bit of puzzlement.

Because Tan Shuchang truly found it strange.

This pair of uncle and nephew, although the middle-aged cultivator had profound demonic skills and his strength was almost that of a hundred years of cultivation, not inferior to Zhao Huaiji, but to Tan Shuchang, this threat was not considered significant.

Moreover, Tan Shuchang had already discovered that although this middle-aged cultivator also practiced the Cross Calamity Immortal Scripture, he seemed to only know the first volume, and was completely ignorant of the subsequent three volumes.

Because his shadowy Sword Qi was just Sword Qi, and could only be Sword Qi.

"Fellow Daoist, one mustn’t judge by appearances..."

This so-called "Transient Guest" spoke with deep meaning, and then suddenly smacked his own head as if he just remembered something, "I forgot, you probably have no lineage to rely on. How about this, shall I tell you a story about destiny?"

"Can I choose not to listen?" Tan Shuchang shook his head.

"You’re not curious?" This "Transient Guest" was immediately stunned, seeming somewhat astonished.

Tan Shuchang shook his head again: "I just feel that after hearing this kind of story, I’ll encounter troubles that I wouldn’t have come across otherwise."

Faced with the unknown and imbued with a sense of mystery, no one could remain uncurious.

However, Tan Shuchang could restrain his curiosity.

"You don’t have to worry about that," this "Transient Guest" immediately waved his hand and laughed upon hearing this reason: "Because by spending money to avert disaster, you insisted on meddling, and even took the initiative to make a move. You’re already in trouble. And it will inevitably be big trouble."

"That Daoist friend named Ning Shuqi, could he be the destiny you speak of?" Tan Shuchang caught on.

"Yes and no. So, how about it? Do you now regret not listening to my advice?" This "Transient Guest" showed a sardonic smile.

"Yes and no?" Tan Shuchang didn’t expect such a response; he pondered for a moment, then fixing his gaze on this "Transient Guest", his face also revealed a mocking smile, "Do you feel that even if I master the Ghost Suppressing Techniques, you would still be beyond my reach?"

This "Transient Guest" changed his expression immediately upon hearing this, showing a trace of alarm, but the next second, the "Transient Guest" again revealed a sinister smile, and said to Tan Shuchang, "So, fellow Daoist, did my expression just now make you happy for a moment?"

"It seems you really believe you are invulnerable." Tan Shuchang stated flatly.

"So fellow Daoist, why don’t you reconsider and listen to the story of destiny I have to tell?" This "Transient Guest," leaning on a bamboo pole, spoke leisurely.

Tan Shuchang, upon hearing this, shook his head once again.

This made the "Transient Guest" pause in astonishment, and this time, before he could speak again, Tan Shuchang started speaking first: "I haven’t heard the story of destiny you’re going to tell, but I can guess some of it. It’s nothing but Ning Shuqi being destined for greatness in the future. No matter how wretched he seems now, he’s bound to achieve great things."

As soon as Tan Shuchang finished speaking, the "Transient Guest" was genuinely shocked, unlike his previous feigned expressions, this time his emotions were real.

Consequently, the "Transient Guest" asked with great perplexity, "Then why are you so composed, fellow Daoist? You should know that Ning Shuqi now hates nothing more than demon cultivators, and you..."

Before he could finish, Tan Shuchang interrupted him once again, "Haven’t you already given the answer? Why still ask?"

"What answer?"

"He despises demon cultivators so much, and I am a demon cultivator, so even if I previously spent money to avert disaster, as long as he doesn’t change his views, I will inevitably confront him. Considering even his own uncle, who indulges him, is treated with such an attitude, let alone an outsider like me? However..." Tan Shuchang paused here.

Then he continued in a ghostly tone, "How can you be so sure that he would be able to deal with me? And how can you be so confident that I won’t be able to deal with you?"

As the words fell, Tan Shuchang made his move.

His ethereal form rose into the sky and then descended from the heavens, bringing with it the force of the cosmos into his body. A deep crimson hue subsequently enveloped this place completely, causing cracks to begin appearing in the void.

Unbeknownst to all, a barrier had emerged in this area at some point.

This barrier possessed a power akin to the ghostly rules of vengeful spirits slaying mortals.

And the moment cracks appeared in the void, a piercing wail also rose, revealing a Blood Pool that had manifested at an unknown time.

The master of that wail had just attempted to attack the Blood Pool, only to be devoured by it in return.

Give him a taste of his own medicine.

The last one to be ensnared in such a way had long since perished, his soul having departed to the Land of Yin and Darkness.

"What in the world are you?"

The source of the wailing voice was incredibly terrified.

For this Blood Pool was even more sinister than It!

Fortunately, Its extraordinary nature endowed It with the confidence to resist the Blood Pool.

Suddenly, an expanse of eerie green light appeared, like clusters of ghostly flames burning. A spectral song echoed through the void, the call of the "Spirit Lady of the Soul-bearing Realm."

The Soul-bearing Realm was a place in the Land of Yin and Darkness, and the Spirit Lady was a special spectral entity found only there.

As the Spirit Lady’s song grew louder, a figure at last broke free from the Blood Pool, a man dressed in a pink peach blossom robe.

The man’s complexion was pale, his eyes faintly tinged with blue, adding an unwarranted air of eeriness to his otherwise Immortal-like demeanor.

For the man’s aura of death far exceeded that of life.

Having escaped the Blood Pool, the man didn’t look back and simply left. Accompanied by a loud "bang," the barrier vanished into nothingness, and Tan Shuchang tumbled out from the void.

At that moment, his body was emitting black Qi.

This was the result of refining the eerie green Qi that had tried to invade his body.

Silently circulating his power, Tan Shuchang finally refined the last wisp of eerie green Qi and then looked around. The scene he beheld upon emerging from the barrier returned to normal.

As when he first arrived, the water stretched endlessly with illogical peach trees poking out from the surface.

From a distance, there came a clamor.

It appeared that there were people selling something there, attracting many Cultivators to gather and watch.

Tan Shuchang withdrew his gaze and began to ponder.

"Was it because I intentionally left a gap in that decrepit door to scare the disciples of Three Plum Mountain, that I drew this thing over?"

While Tan Shuchang had no evidence to back this conjecture, he felt he probably wasn’t wrong.

After all, that was the only "unusual" thing he did upon entering.

"Then, the entity that fled, could it be the corpse of that peach Immortal?" Tan Shuchang thought pensively, but this was still a speculation without any basis.

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