Blacksmith Chen lay on the ground, vomiting blood. He struggled frantically to stand up, but failed to finish his work.
“Fengfeng…”
A trembling whine came from his throat, his eyes fixed on his daughter's back. The familiar feeling of despair in his heart made him feel as if he had returned to the dock many years ago where he was being chased by a fish monster in the pouring rain.
At this moment, he wished so much that he could fall into a coma this time just like he did last year, and when he woke up, everything would be fine.
But it was too late.
Fengfeng has already...
When Chen the blacksmith thought of this, he suddenly saw Fengfeng break free from the feminine young man's hand and retreat nimbly.
Blacksmith Chen was stunned for a moment. Before he could ask any questions, he saw the feminine young man's outstretched arm hanging down limply.
It turns out that the "crackling" sound just now was not made by Fengfeng, but by the cultivator's wrist?
When this thought came to Chen the blacksmith's mind, he felt even more confused.
What's going on?
Fengfeng rubbed her neck which was red from being stuck, and looked at the feminine young man with a look of shock, breathing slightly.
She didn't know what had just happened, but she suddenly felt a burning sensation in her heart, and the other person's hand immediately loosened.
She subconsciously touched her chest and pulled out a jade pendant.
Is this... the statue of Shengji that my father gave me?
Fengfeng was stunned, and a thought popped up in her mind that even she found absurd.
Sheng Ji, did your spirit appear?
"Who are you, the villain, who dares to ruin my good deeds? Why don't you show yourself?"
The feminine young man suddenly shouted, and his words sounded fierce but weak.
Fengfeng, who was lost in thought, was startled and subconsciously took two steps back.
As she stepped back, a warm hand, along with strands of white hair, gently landed on her shoulder.
"Fengfeng, don't be afraid."
A gentle and clear voice sounded in Fengfeng's ears. It sounded familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had heard it before.
She looked back and saw a strange woman with white hair and red eyes.
She was slightly startled, and the more she looked at the woman, the more familiar she seemed.
Suddenly, she remembered the scene when she first met Xiang Sheng as a child, and her eyes widened.
The person in front of her looked almost exactly like her except for his hair and pupils!
And the voice...
"Aunt Sheng?" Fengfeng's tone was difficult.
Xiang Sheng pursed his lips: "It's me."
Feng Feng's eyes showed disbelief, "You are an immortal?!"
Xiang Sheng nodded slightly.
Fengfeng was completely stunned. She looked at Aunt Sheng, who seemed familiar yet unfamiliar to her. Her heart was in turmoil, and she felt a sense of helplessness.
In the memories of the nineteen years we spent together, Aunt Sheng’s every smile and frown is so real.
She could not connect the approachable and easy-going Aunt Sheng with the almighty immortal.
But apart from Aunt Sheng, she couldn't think of any other reason that would make the immortal save her.
Sheng Ji appeared, but... No, that's not right!
Aunt Sheng’s name is...Xiang Sheng!
Aunt Sheng is Sheng Ji? !
Fengfeng realized this and immediately fell into even greater shock.
The little girl couldn't come back to her senses in a short time, so Xiang Sheng was not in a hurry to wake her up. He waved his sleeve and swept past Chen the blacksmith.
Blacksmith Chen's broken legs were instantly reconnected. He swiftly climbed up and walked carefully to Xiang Sheng, his face full of awe.
"Thank you for your help, Immortal."
There is a difference between immortals and mortals.
Xiang Sheng had anticipated the change in Blacksmith Chen, but when he actually saw it, he still sighed, "It's okay."
She waved her sleeve again, and the city lord's right arm was automatically reconnected. The injuries of the other people on the scene also improved instantly, and they all knelt down to express their gratitude profusely.
Xiang Sheng frowned slightly. She didn't like this kind of scene.
But now that the original deity who stayed in Dongzhou has become a god of incense and worship, being worshipped is like a common occurrence, so he accepts it calmly.
"Senior, this person threatened to massacre tens of thousands of people in Dushui City if we failed to seize the treasure!"
The city lord came over and pointed at the feminine young man who had been frozen in place since Xiang Sheng appeared, saying, "Senior, please make the decision for us!"
Xiang Sheng's eyes turned and fell on the feminine young man.
The feminine young man suddenly felt his whole body relax and he was able to move again.
The confinement just now had already made him fully aware of the cultivation levels of the two.
He had no intention of running away. He simply bent his knees, knelt down and cried out loudly: "Senior! I am innocent. I came here only to seize the magic weapon in the hands of the city lord, but I never had the intention of massacring the city!"
Xiang Sheng's eyes were indifferent, and he spoke calmly: "As a cultivator, if you are involved in worldly karma, you should be punished."
The feminine young man's face froze. "What do you mean by that, Senior? Mortals are nothing but lowly insects! You're foolish to punish a fellow junior for such a mere insect!"
"You said they were grasshoppers?"
Xiang Sheng chuckled softly: "In my eyes, you are the one."
As soon as these words came out, the feminine young man immediately panicked, "Senior! I am willing to give you my smile..."
Before he finished speaking, Xiang Sheng waved his sleeves lightly, and countless incense sticks poured out, penetrating into the seven orifices of the feminine young man and spreading into his internal organs.
The pain of suffocation swept over him instantly. The feminine young man twitched all over and let out a miserable groan of "ho ho" from his mouth. Not long after, he lost his voice.
After the man died, the city lord breathed a sigh of relief and said with tears of gratitude, "Thank you very much for your help, senior."
"No problem."
Xiang Sheng raised his eyes slightly and said, "Since this deity has accepted the incense, I will protect the secular world from now on and prevent it from being disturbed by cultivators."
The city lord was stunned when he heard this, "This god?"
Not a monk... but a god?
"Blacksmith Chen Wu."
Xiang Sheng turned his eyes and called softly, "In the past, your Chen family's father used a sword manual to exchange for this god's promise to protect your family's descendants.
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