Untold Scrolls

Uncle Zhang last saw Shen Chang'an when he was one hundred and nine years old. He was lying in bed, the room crowded with his disciples and grandchildren.

"It's so hard to book plane tickets near the Spring Festival." Shen Chang'an opened the ticket booking platform, lying on the sofa and muttering softly, "Even the most expensive first-class cabin is sold out."

As everyone knows, the future heir of the Bird Clan, the last descendant of the Phoenix Clan, the young Phoenix Lord, has a very down-to-earth nickname: Little Sparrow. The little yaos in the Demon Realm couldn't understand why a phoenix of such noble status would be called this. When they asked the elders in the clan, the elders would only smile mysteriously, refusing to tell them the reason.

It was Saturday afternoon, and a light snow was falling. Chen Panpan pulled out her newly bought down jacket from the closet, put it on, and carefully applied lipstick in front of the mirror.

Back home, Shen Chang'an couldn't resist the sleepiness anymore, and fell asleep on the bed.

"How's the situation outside now?" To strengthen his faith, Master Yun Feng had dripped his own heartblood into the ritual while summoning the god. Now, his face was pale, looking like a patient with severe anemia.

After hanging up the phone with Minister Wang, Uncle Zhang started frantically dialing Shen Chang'an's number, but for some reason, Shen Chang'an's phone was unreachable at the crucial moment.

Though he could have easily delivered a fatal blow, Dao Nian chose a more entertaining fighting style to make Shen Chang'an happy.

Shen Chang'an, who was once held in high regard by countless people, was now in a terrible state. He felt like his entire body had been crushed into dust, not a single part of him was unscathed.

In his first life as a human, he was an orphan without parents, adopted by a tribe. He learned the art of herbal medicine and divination from a witch doctor. After reaching adulthood, he traveled far and wide, teaching others how to heal and identify medicinal herbs. He eventually died from poisoning by a herb. Ironically, Shennong , who tasted hundreds of herbs, became famous thousands of years ago, while he was executed by a thousand cuts by a king for refusing to save the king's favorite concubine.

As soon as Shen Chang'an walked into the office, he noticed something was off. He turned his head to look at Chen Panpan, whose eyes were slightly red.

"The problem is solved, why do you need to ask?" Dao Nian shoved a cup of hawthorn tea into Shen Chang'an's hand, "Judge Wei didn't notice anything unusual about your Dharma Seal?"

Shen Chang'an glanced back at his colleagues who were curiously watching them, then said to Judge Wei, "Let's talk downstairs in the courtyard. This place... isn't suitable for discussing these topics."

In the void, the man in gray robes watched the angry female ghosts in hell with satisfaction and chuckled.

Du Zhonghai parked his car outside the residential complex. This was the first time he had come to the entrance of this mysterious complex in broad daylight. As a cultivator, he had always felt a sense of mystery surrounding this complex, but to avoid trouble, he had never gone near it.

A man who dares to defy the Heavenly Dao naturally also dares to defy ghosts. After Shen Chang'an beat Dog Brother's soul into a ball, the members of the action team rushed in.

"Bi'an, didn't you go to capture those wicked criminals?" Black Impermanence asked, puzzled, seeing White Impermanence return so quickly. "I checked the time of death of those three criminals, and they were hours apart?"

Before being dragged into hell by the White Impermanence, the thug clung to the door and asked Shen Chang'an, "Your codename is Tianyou, is it because you have the protection of Heaven?"

"You're short-staffed, so our department is here to help maintain order at the scene." Shen Chang'an took off his jacket and tossed it into Yao Huailin's arms. "Bro, hold my coat."

The first bolt of lightning missed its target, and the second one was about to strike. Shen Chang'an hadn't had time to pull the old woman out of the way when he saw the lightning, halfway down, suddenly repelled by a golden light.