In the darkness, two towering ghostly apparitions emerged, directly extracting the woman's soul before disappearing into the night.
"After reaching such a level of the Soul Purification Spell, I can still borrow the divine power of the Celestial Venerable of Ten Directions Suffering Relief to summon ghostly apparitions for assistance?"
At this moment, around the Shi Family, Zhang Jian, holding the Dragon Roar Sword, looked oddly at the two burly ghostly apparitions surrounding the Shi Family.
These two apparitions suddenly exuded a strong ghostly aura, dressed in official uniforms, holding talismans, breaking through the Dragon and Tiger Qi surrounding the Shi Family, pulling the woman's soul out.
"It seems the Tongshan Lineage has people underground too, otherwise how could there be such marvelous powers!"
Meanwhile, Zhang Jian noticed the two ghostly apparitions glance in his direction.
Soon after, they quietly left.
At the same time, Zhang Jian noticed that deep within the soul, the divine shine inside the Soul Purifying Talisman gradually added some reflections.
The divine aura of the Celestial Venerable of Ten Directions Suffering Relief inside him grew stronger, nearly reaching levels of turning virtual to real.
Zhang Jian mused internally: "The power of those underworld ghostly apparitions is roughly at the early stage of Divination Foundation Establishment, equivalent to having two high-tier fighters thanks to this talisman. I wonder if the Soul Purification Spell can summon higher-stage ghostly apparitions upon further advancement!"
Having two high-tier fighters for free, he certainly wouldn't mind.
Upon probing into the Shi Family residence and discovering mere mundane domestic secrets, Zhang Jian had no intention to further involve himself.
He immediately prepared to return to his abode. Halfway there, he was suddenly alerted.
From the depths of the distant street, came a strange sound.
Zhang Jian found it odd but was instantly on guard, employing a mysterious technique within the Nine Chapters of Pure Tongshan to conceal his presence in the darkness.
On the snow-covered street, a gentle sound approached from afar.
Accompanied by a shower of petals filling the sky.
"Make way for the Dharma King's procession, ordinary people avoid!"
A distant, ethereal female voice echoed.
"Dharma King?"
Upon hearing, Zhang Jian was startled, his Seven-Orifice Exquisite Heart sensed a strong foreboding, he swiftly shut off his five senses and concealed his aura.
A presence claiming to be the Dharma King daring to strut within Jixian County must possess an impressive level of practice, definitely not someone he could easily confront.
Zhang Jian was not keen to engage in high-level affairs.
The procession passed and bore no relation to him, he merely watched the spectacle.
As layers of golden-red petals descended from the sky, a group carrying a golden dharma palanquin flew from afar, the golden tent akin to heavenly rays obscuring the scene beneath.
Dozens of young maidens paved the way, dressed in purple gauze, displaying dignified and graceful appearances.
As they flew, they recited ancient scriptures named the Profound City Scripture, creating a radiant scene beyond dark worlds.
In the void, auspicious signs appeared, with golden rays sweeping across the sky, accompanied by invisible celestial music, swiftly passing through the streets.
Yet neither the purple-clad maidens nor the cultivators within the golden tent seemed to touch the ground, leaving no trace on the snow-covered street.
At this time, Zhang Jian shut off his five senses, did not use his Divine Thought, nor did he open his eyes, only sensing a terrifying aura flowing through the void.
The entity within the golden tent was likely Golden Core Level, or even higher.
Although encountering a formidable character, his Concealing Breath Technique worked effectively, drawing no attention from those so-called 'Dharma Kings'.
However, the golden dharma palanquin was suddenly intercepted by a figure descending from the sky several hundred feet away.
A stern voice echoed.
"Celestial Listening Dharma King, you're bold to show yourself in Jixian County; do you truly think we of the Dong Shen Temple are mere decorations?"
It was a middle-aged cultivator surrounded by a strong aura.
Wearing a black cap, clad in plain clothes, his waist bound with a coarse hemp rope, holding a Treasure Sword.
Now, around the long street, dozens of cultivators dressed in Magic Swords appeared.
Zhang Jian also emerged from a corner, gazing with astonishment.
It was his first time witnessing so many cultivators gathering together.
From within the golden dharma palanquin, a clear and magnetic voice sounded.
"Sub-Priest Lv Daoist? Your practice isn't impressive, but your tone is grand; do you have the capability?"
"How about adding us then?"
Amidst the building, a powerful voice rang out, as a figure wrapped in dense blood-tinted aura emerged from the side.
It was a young martial artist, his aura like a torrent transforming into blazing red light, resonating with the Dragon and Tiger Qi existing everywhere in the void, his eyes blazing.
Behind him were more than a dozen martial artists in dark blue official clothes, each with extraordinary presence, carrying peculiar blackwood boxes containing some sort of weaponry.
This young martial general sneered.
"Celestial Listening Dharma King, I've long heard of you; the rot within Shanyang County is caused by your Xuan Du Sect; though I bear the burden of defending the city, unable to personally lead a mighty army to eradicate your demon faction, today you bring about your own downfall, daring to parade under my watch; I'll slay you and present your head to Governor Wu for reward!"