Beneath the golden light, that hulking, coppery-skinned figure in coarse cloth looked as if he were swathed in holy radiance.

This was none other than Yuan Heng. 

To the children who mere moments ago had been fleeing for their lives, he looked no different from a god. 

Clang!

Yuan Heng reached out, and that streak of gold landed in his palm. Upon closer inspection, it was a glittering golden dagger. 

He opened his mouth and gulped, and the dagger blurred into a streak of misty light and entered his body.

Su Yi then emerged from the distant darkness, playing with a damaged, pale gray pearl.

It was the lowest grade of yin spirit pearl.

Just now, Su Yi killed the crawling, vine-line ghost as soon as he saw it, and the yin spirit pearl fell from its body.

It wasn’t all that rare, but it wasn’t common, either.

Generally speaking, only those ghosts that understood a bit about cultivation could produce such an object.

It was highly unusual to encounter a ghost capable of cultivating haunting a remote place like this.

“Master.” Yuan Heng approached and bowed.

Did he just say ‘master’? Both siblings were stunned. The young man with the dagger seemed like a deity from the heavens,...