Urban: The Divine Taoist Temple

On a dark and windy night, already a winter night, there was something distinctly different about the bitter cold beyond the piercing wind. This chill was unlike the cold of the wind.

For Fang Yi, who had seen plenty of action, it didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on!

"Supreme Heavenly Venerable, don't mess with me like this!" He grimaced. Suddenly, he felt the peachwood sword in his hand being forcefully pressed down by someone, nearly toppling him and the sword to the ground.

He knew he had really run into big trouble this time!

Ordinary wandering ghosts were ultimately powerless against things from the world of the living. Even a single grain of sand from the living world was too much for them to lift or move. When dealing with ordinary wandering ghosts, all it took was a peachwood sword, black dog blood, and a Bagua mirror to scare them off. They were afraid of those things, after all.

But now, Fang Yi had encountered a fierce ghost capable of easily moving a person weighing over a hundred jin.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.