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Li Xiaoyao looked at the shop filled with wronged spirits and felt no fear in his heart.

Jiang Lichun had taught him the method of salvation; if that didn't work, he could always resort to the Thunder Commanding Art and strike them all down.

Li Xiaoyao stepped forward, intending to enter the shop when Xiao Ya stepped up, grabbed his arm, and said, "Mr. Li, you can't go in, it's too dangerous inside."

"This is my shop, and I came here tonight to save these wronged spirits." Li Xiaoyao said, glancing at Shi Dai with a displeased grunt, "If it weren't for this bastard causing trouble, there wouldn't be so many issues."

Shi Dai stood to the side with his head lowered, not daring to speak.

Xiao Ya then expressed her surprise, "Mr. Li, you can also save the spirits of the dead?"

"Hmm," Li Xiaoyao didn't feel like talking more to her, he shook off her hand and stepped into the shop.

Ji Yutao came over and asked Xiao Ya in a low voice, "This Mr. Li, who might he be?"

Xiao Ya briefly explained Li Xiaoyao's identity to him, and when Chairman Ji learned that Li Xiaoyao could also practice medicine, his eyes immediately lit up.

"How skilled is Mr. Li in medicine?"

Xiao Ya exclaimed dramatically, "The Cheng family's patriarch's ailment was cured by him."

"The Cheng family's patriarch? Could it be Cheng Dongliang of the Cheng family in Lu Province's military district?" Ji Yutao asked in shock.

Xiao Ya nodded her head and remained silent, letting Chairman Ji imagine the rest.

Xiao Ya looked at the dark shop; the door seemed to lead to hell, invoking in her a fear from deep within.

Xiao Ya's assessment of Li Xiaoyao had already been quite high, as a Cultivator in the Condensing Qi Bone Refining Realm.

But now, Xiao Ya felt that she had still underestimated Li Xiaoyao.

Li Xiaoyao was not just a Cultivator, but also a Yin Yang Master!

Inside the shop.

As soon as Li Xiaoyao stepped into the shop, he immediately felt an extremely terrifying cold and resentful energy rush towards him, surrounding him.

This was the resentful energy of wronged spirits; the collective resentment of hundreds, if not thousands of them in the shop, was about to materialize.

Even Li Xiaoyao experienced a momentary blankness as his brain was assaulted by the resentment.

But Li Xiaoyao had cultivation and was not of low level, so he quickly resisted the resentful energy.

Spirits continuously flitted by, their pale, bloodless faces enough to drive anyone else insane with fear, but Li Xiaoyao faced it all with tranquil eyes.

He sat cross-legged, took out a Peach Wood Sword from the Storage Ring that Jiang Lichun had given him, and made several cuts in the void space in front of him, uttering softly, "Open!"

At the tip of the Peach Wood Sword, a glint of golden light sparkled, which quickly became a golden thread extending into the dark abyss.

Li Xiaoyao's eyes were focused as he continuously recited the Incantation Jiang Lichun taught him; as he recited, the spirits in the shop eerily quieted down.

The ferocious and resentful look in the eyes of the spirits gradually vanished, replaced by a gleam of clarity and bewilderment.

Soon, the spirits noticed Li Xiaoyao; they gathered around, floating in front of him, pleadingly said, "Master, please send us to the Reincarnation Realm."

Li Xiaoyao paused the incantation and looked at these pitiful souls, "Rest assured, I've come here today to save you. Wait here and heed my command; follow the golden light to the Reincarnation Realm."

"Thank you, Master!"

Upon hearing this, the souls were overjoyed and actually knelt in gratitude.

Li Xiaoyao did not step aside but instead accepted their bow.

If Li Xiaoyao had not come today, who knows how long these souls would have lingered in the human realm.
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For Li Xiaoyao to agree to save them was to them a grace as great as rebirth.

Many people believe that Buddhism is more specialized than Taoism in saving souls.

That is not the case.

Taoism also possesses many powerful salvation scriptures, no weaker than those of Buddhism.

The reason why lonely ghosts and wild spirits linger in the mortal realm is largely because they have lingering attachments to the world of the living.

Many of these lost souls died unexpectedly with unfulfilled wishes, reluctant to leave and thus missing their best chance to reincarnate.

What Li Xiaoyao needed to do was to show them the way, to guide them toward the Reincarnation Realm to enter the cycle of rebirth.

Li Xiaoyao held the Peach Wood Sword and drew a golden line, saying solemnly, "Follow this golden line and keep moving forward; that is the Reincarnation Realm. Remember, do not look back! Once you do, the path to reincarnation will vanish completely!"

"Thank you, Master, thank you, Master!"

"This kindness, this sentiment, I will never forget in my lifetime!"

"If I have memories in the next life, I will surely repay you with all my heart!"

Every lost soul expressed their most sincere gratitude to Li Xiaoyao, and such emotions also evoked reflections in his heart.

Sometimes, ghosts can be kinder than humans.

Soon, all the ghosts in the room had left.

Li Xiaoyao turned to look at Master Mo, sitting on the ground, his movements strange, and he could not help but frown.

Master Mo knelt on the ground with his knees to the side, holding a sandalwood comb, bowing his head and gently combing his white hair.

That posture, that demeanor, was like that of a woman, chilling to the core.

This eerie behavior of Master Mo also puzzled Li Xiaoyao, who then guessed that Master Mo must have been possessed by a ghost!

Li Xiaoyao approached Master Mo and shouted, "Bold specter, reveal your true form at once!"

Master Mo looked up at Li Xiaoyao, his sorrowful face suddenly revealing a wretched smile and saying, "Could the young master send me home?"

This voice was unmistakably that of a woman.

The voice was as clear and melodious as an oriole's song, but coming from Master Mo's aged face, it was bizarre and grotesque.

Li Xiaoyao furrowed his brow and asked, "Where is your home?"

"I come from a small mountain village thirty miles from Jinhua Prefecture," the female ghost said with a hint of confusion in her eyes, suddenly starting to sob softly.

"Why are you crying?" Li Xiaoyao did not understand; the female ghost had been speaking fine, so why had she suddenly burst into tears?

The female ghost attempted to wipe away tears, but as a spirit, how could she shed any? She touched her face, saying, "I passed away from an illness at the age of eighteen, and my soul was detained at Lanruo Temple. Since then, I have never returned home. My wish in this life is to go home and see my aging parents one last time."

"Lanruo Temple?" Li Xiaoyao's heart stirred, and he immediately asked, "What is your family name and what is your given name?"

The female ghost stood and gave a bow, saying, "My family name is Nie, and my given name is Xiaoqian."

"Nie Xiaoqian! You're Nie Xiaoqian?" Li Xiaoyao exclaimed in shock, staring in disbelief at Master Mo who was possessed by a female ghost.

This was just too mystical; if Li Xiaoyao remembered correctly, Nie Xiaoqian was supposed to be from the Ming Dynasty.

It had been six or seven hundred years, and the soul of Nie Xiaoqian was still in the mortal world.

What surprised Li Xiaoyao the most was that the character of Nie Xiaoqian actually existed in reality.

If Nie Xiaoqian existed, then did the gods and demons from the ancient mythologies also once exist?

Li Xiaoyao was dazed for dozens of seconds, coming back to his senses only after Nie Xiaoqian repeatedly called "young master."

"Oh, I'm here," Li Xiaoyao coughed lightly, saying, "You should first leave this old man's body."

Nie Xiaoqian asked with surprise, "Does this mean the young master agrees to take me home?"

After thinking for a moment, Li Xiaoyao said, "Hmm, I will take you home."

"Thank you, young master!" Nie Xiaoqian gave another bow and then stepped out of Master Mo's body, and Master Mo immediately collapsed onto the ground.

Nie Xiaoqian, revealed in her true form, caused Li Xiaoyao to become entranced and lose his soul for a moment.

Long hair flowing down to her waist, alluring eyes weaving through the heart like silk, under the light white gauze her delicate figure was half-revealed, truly a beautiful woman, worthy of being called the most beautiful specter, Nie Xiaoqian.

[Nie Xiaoqian officially makes her entrance, seeking recommendation tickets, seeking rewards. Remaining updates will be written in the daytime.]