Fellow Daoist, Stay Your Hand: From the Start, I Take Down Shen Gongbao

I was once an carefree immortal of the Jie Sect, roaming wherever I pleased. I rode a mystical tortoise without needing a map, and wore a flying serpent at my waist to ascend to immortality. But then, on the road, I ran into a ghost, who called out, “Fellow Daoist, please stay!” What kind of demon dares block my way? I turned, drew my sword, and sent it through reincarnation.