"boom!"

Bai Cang rose up with a flick of his sleeves, his feet treading on the void. His breath was like a celestial serpent swallowing the moon, and his exhalation was like rolling thunder.

His flesh and blood writhed and twisted, as if they could support the heavens and the earth, yet there was no obvious change in his physical shape.

Possessed by Five Ghosts: Transcending Mortality

The grand proclamation resounded, but Bai Cang had no heart to listen anymore.

He clenched his fist, his five fingers together, his veins like pythons and his muscles like dragons, unleashing an incredible, overwhelming force.

It's like a dragon or elephant turning over, about to shatter heaven and earth.

"boom!"

The next moment.

He threw a punch, and an invisible wave of energy swept out, like a hurricane passing by, stirring up gusts of fierce wind.

Furthermore, one's blood and qi surged forth, like billowing smoke or blazing flames soaring into the sky.

Like a fist piercing through the void, it contained an endless force, seemingly capable of penetrating and crushing everything. It ruthlessly struck Ma San, whose entire body was covered in golden scales and whose sharp teeth and claws made him resemble a monster.

"Bah!"

A roar, filled with pain, was accompanied by a golden light, as if a higher level of internal energy was bursting forth from his spine.

In an instant, the golden light fell to the ground, crashing down hard.

While still in mid-air, Ma San felt his bones cracking and popping all over his body, as if he had been beaten to pieces.

One after another, white bone fragments pierced his flesh, and thick, black, foul-smelling blood gushed out like a fountain.

"Boom!"

The next moment.

Ma San suddenly felt a darkness before his eyes, and a sharp pain shot through his back again. Countless cracks appeared on the ground, spreading in all directions like a spider web, and dust billowed into the sky.

"Could it be that I broke it?"

Bai Cang's hair and beard stood on end, his horns were prominent, and his muscles were like dragons. He slowly calmed the boiling blood and qi in his body and suppressed the intense pain that came like a tide.

"happy!"

The so-called "pleasure" is both painful and pleasurable!

Despite the excruciating pain all over his body, Bai Cang still felt incredibly refreshed and relaxed. "It's just that I'm possessed by the Five Ghosts, so I can't use them casually anymore."

"Furthermore, the progress of the strength-based martial arts techniques should also be put on the agenda as soon as possible!"

With a slight sense, Bai Cang reflected his own state into his mind.

With the opening of the essence and the entry into the realm of power, the "possession of the five ghosts" also rises accordingly, advancing to the realm of "transcending the ordinary and entering sainthood".

Once activated, one can become as powerful as a dragon or elephant, possessing the strength of 100,000 jin, as if possessed by a dragon or elephant, transforming into a humanoid demon.

But the price is that even after being tempered, his body still cannot withstand such violent "torture," and he can only be a "three-second real man."

However, it wasn't without its benefits: firstly, the body was tempered to become even stronger; secondly, the mastery of strength was perfected; and thirdly, the essence increased by a full ten percent.

No matter how you look at it, it's like having one more trump card.

Compared to this, the life or death of little Ma San is naturally insignificant and not worth Bai Cang's concern.

"Master White Bone's divine power is truly awe-inspiring!"

Just then, the smoke and dust cleared, and Ma San had reverted to his "human form," covered in blood, his face ashen white, and his spirits completely broken.

However, he still struggled to his feet and knelt down before Bai Cang, saying, "From this day forward, my Ma Family Village will give way to the Three Yin Temple and willingly obey its commands. If we disobey, may we be punished by both heaven and man!"

Bai Cang sighed with regret upon hearing this, staring at the Ma family with an unfriendly expression, "I haven't even used my strength yet, how come you've already collapsed?"

He wasn't actually surprised by the result.

From the moment Ma San and the others appeared, Bai Cang already knew this would be the outcome.

However, he did not want to let the other party off so easily, nor did he intend to let Ma San and the others escape unscathed.

You think you can just run away after offending that Taoist priest? Not so easy.

"Master, your supernatural powers are vast, your subordinate dares not be presumptuous!" Ma San knelt on the ground, not daring to even raise his head.

Damn it! One punch, just one damn punch, and you almost crushed me.

If it weren't for the life-saving trump card left by his ancestor, Ma San had no doubt that he would already be a pile of minced meat, or even that, he might have exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Forget about grinding the bones to ashes, you won't even find a trace of bone!

It can be said that Bai Cang's punch directly brought his somewhat inflated ego back to reality, making him extremely clear-headed, calm, and cowardly.

The therapeutic effect is so remarkable that it's comparable to an "outlaw" sitting in a chair of regret, wearing a black and white suit, and sporting a rose gold bracelet.

"Boring!"

Bai Cang clicked his tongue and began his closing statement: "I have never been fond of fighting, but I am fond of resolving conflicts. Since your Ma Family Village has already willingly become a lackey of my Sanyin Temple, I will not make things difficult for you."

"Sending you ten thousand poisonous insects within three days shouldn't be too difficult, right?"

Ma San replied without hesitation, "I will obey the Taoist priest's decree!"

Bai Cang then said, "From now on, we will provide a monthly offering of at least three thousand poisonous insects. I hope that won't be too difficult for you."

Ma San lowered his head and gritted his teeth, saying, "It's not difficult!"

Seeing that the other party had completely backed down, Bai Cang knew he couldn't push his luck any further.

After all, there is still an ancestor in Majia Village who is suspected to be a Dao Foundation Realm cultivator. Pushing too hard might really bring trouble upon oneself.

Then Bai Cang looked at the leaders of the five towns, eight villages, and eleven strongholds kneeling on the ground and said, "You shall also follow this example: each of you shall offer three thousand poisonous insects as atonement money, and thereafter offer five hundred poisonous insects every month."

Everyone prostrated themselves, saying, "We will obey the Taoist priest's decree!"

Even the Ma family village has backed down, what else can they do?

Moreover, they are just poisonous insects, which are plentiful in the Northern Yin Mountains. It's just a little more work, and it doesn't cost them their lifeblood: spiritual materials and spiritual pearls.

Seeing this, Bai Cang felt bored and immediately leaped up, flying towards the Sanyin Temple amidst billowing black smoke.

She left only one sentence: "From now on, you will all be under the command of Xin Ershiba Niang."

“Xin Ershiba, if you are short even a little bit of offerings, I, this Daoist, will hold you responsible.”

Upon hearing this, Xin Ershiba Niang, who had been smiling, suddenly froze, her smile gone.

Ma San suddenly looked up, his eyes filled with resentment and hatred as he looked at Xin Ershiba Niang.

Bai Cang, however, was indifferent to the consequences of killing and burying the dead. After casually tricking Xin Ershiba Niang, he did not rush back to the Chilong Temple.

Instead, he stayed at the Sanyin Temple for three more days, received the first offering, confirmed that the scum in Majia Village had not caused any further trouble, and took the opportunity to "practice" with Xiao Nie, refining the Hundred Poisons Cold Light Barrier.

He then refined a "Minor Immortal Slaying Sword Qi Restriction Technique" on the Hundred Poisons Immortal Slaying Sword before leaving the Three Yin Temple.

However, there was a little incident before Bai Cang left.

That is, all the five towns, eight villages, and thirteen hamlets, including Majiazhai, except for Xin Ershiba Niang who was all alone, sent "hostages" to become disciples of the Sanyin Temple.

At the same time, Sun Hongbo also came to ask for instructions: The new year's "enrollment season" has arrived, how should the "recruitment" of Sanyin Temple be carried out?

According to past practice, "spiritual children" with the potential for immortality must be "offered" to the Fuhu Altar and even the Chilong Temple, and only the rest will be kept as consumables.

However, when Han Qinhu made the decision to exempt the Sanyin Temple from three years of offerings, no one at Fuhutan and Chilongzong Temple would be so short-sighted as to insist on collecting taxes from "Bai Da Zhen Chuan".

In other words, the Three Yin View has actually become a semi-independent state, which is a great opportunity to cultivate its own team.

Sun Hongbo certainly wouldn't dare to make decisions on such an important matter without authorization.

However, Bai Cang didn't take it to heart, and just casually left behind a few "ironclad rules".

First, those with the surnames Xiao, Ye, Shi, Lu, and Han will be given priority in admission.

Secondly, those who like to talk to themselves while looking at rings, bracelets, or other similar objects will be given priority in the admission process.

Third, those who have survived three or more near-death experiences and whose fiancées have mysterious backgrounds will be given priority in the selection process.

Fourth, those who have been jilted in marriage, whose parents have mysteriously disappeared, or whose bones have been removed from their bodies will be given priority in admission.

Fifth, those who are targeted or harassed by the deacons as soon as they arrive at the main gate will be given priority in admission.

Sixth, he habitually wears a mysterious smile, and will protect people to his side at the slightest disagreement. His enemies who like to laugh strangely, love to beat people with clubs, and always carry lime powder are directly designated as his personal disciples.

[Third thanks to the "Cang Li Clan" big shot, thank you so much, please give me a free gift]