Game: God-level Aura, 100x Experience at the Start!

The old man scrutinized him: ”You? Do you have any magical artifacts or talismans?”

White Night shook his head: ”No need.”

The old man, half-believing, let him in. In the courtyard stood a middle-aged man with a haggard face, who was Old Master Zhang.

Seeing White Night’s youth, disappointment flashed in his eyes: ”Young brother, it’s not that I don’t believe you, it’s just that the previous Daoist priests...”

”Take me to see,” White Night interrupted him.

Old Master Zhang, resigned, led him towards the pavilion in the backyard.

As soon as they stepped onto the stairs, a bone-chilling coldness assailed them, and a faint smell of blood permeated the air. The door to the pavilion was tightly shut, with black mist seeping from the cracks.

”It’s here. My son went in a few days ago and has been raving ever since, saying he saw a ghost in armor...” Old Master Zhang’s voice trembled.

White Night pushed open the door. The sight inside made Old Master Zhang cry out in alarm. A young boy was curled up in a corner, eyes rolled back, babbling incoherently. And on the beam, a phantom figure wearing tattered armor floated, holding a rusty long saber, its eyes glowing red.

”Presumptuous! How dare you disturb my rest!” The phantom roared, and the long saber, imbued with Yin wind, slashed towards White Night.

Old Master Zhang collapsed to the ground in fright, but White Night remained motionless, flicking a wisp of wind-element spiritual energy from his fingertip. The spiritual energy transformed into countless tiny wind blades in the air. Seemingly gentle, they precisely severed the connection between the Yin energy and the phantom.

The phantom let out a shriek, and its long saber shattered inch by inch. White Night’s voice was calm but carried an undeniable authority: ”Having fought in life, you should enter reincarnation after death. Lingering in the human realm with unfulfilled obsession, do you wish to become a lone wandering ghost?”

The red light of the phantom gradually faded, revealing a weathered face. It cupped its hands towards White Night: ”Thank you, Daoist priest, for your enlightenment. It’s just that I failed to protect the city’s people in my lifetime, and I am unwilling to leave...”

”Wangyue City is now peaceful and prosperous, and its people live in contentment.” White Night took out a jade pendant and infused a trace of spiritual energy into it. ”This is a Spirit Calming Jade. Take it with you and follow the path of reincarnation.”

The phantom took the jade pendant, bowed deeply, and transformed into a white light, disappearing outside the window.

The boy in the corner suddenly coughed, his eyes regaining clarity: ”Dad? Why am I here?”

Old Master Zhang was both shocked and delighted, repeatedly bowing to White Night: ”Thank you, Daoist priest! Thank you, Daoist priest!”

White Night waved his hand and turned to go downstairs.

Old Master Zhang quickly took out silver to express his gratitude, but White Night refused it.

As he left Old Master Zhang’s house, the setting sun was painting the sky red.

White Night walked among the homeward-bound crowd, watching the laughing children on the street and the vendors carrying their loads. The tension in his heart quietly dissipated. It turned out that the Dao Heart was not only found in solitary cultivation, but also in the mundane world.

Half a month later, he arrived at ”Jinxiu City,” the most prosperous city in the Eastern Continent.

This city had a market established by cultivators, with shops on both sides of the street selling various magical artifacts and elixirs. One could even see Deity Transformation Realm cultivators.

While strolling through the market, White Night was attracted by a ”Jubao Pavilion.” A strange black stone displayed inside caught his attention.

The surface of the strange stone was covered with holes, and a faint spatial fluctuation could be felt when touched. White Night’s Heavenly Heart Imprint told him that this was a void spirit stone, containing pure Space Law, which would greatly benefit his comprehension of Wind Crevice Shuttle.

”This Daoist friend has excellent taste.” The shopkeeper, a plump middle-aged cultivator, said with a smile, ”This is a void spirit stone, offered at a low price, only five hundred high-grade spirit stones.”

Just as White Night was about to speak, an arrogant voice came from behind him: ”I want this stone.”