Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 570 - 315 Soul Search_2

Chapter 570: 315 Soul Search_2

He chuckled, "No matter how many pieces of evidence you gather, it’s meaningless. Do you know why?"

"First, I have the protection of the Five Elements Sect, and Vermilion Bird Peak is my biggest backer. Nobody can touch me!"

"Second, as soon as you gather evidence, I will know where you’ve hidden it and simply destroy it."

Upon hearing this, Yan Jingfeng couldn’t help but shiver.

In Taoism, there’s a miracle technique that Yang Divine experts can generally perform—Soul Search!

Yang Divine experts can read others’ memories and probe their deepest secrets.

Moreover, this technique of Soul Search is a hundred times more powerful than other Yin God methods like Soul-hooking and Dream Entering, Hypnosis, and so on!

Yan Jingfeng felt icy cold all over, wishing he could bite his tongue and die.

But the next instant, Zhuo Gongkui raised his large hand and pressed it on Yan Jingfeng’s forehead.

"You..."

Yan Jingfeng only felt his head boom, his eyes rolled back, eyelids twitched rapidly, and he started foaming at the mouth.

Zhuo Gongkui tilted his head, carefully reading Yan Jingfeng’s memories.

He saw his pitiful state while fleeing.

He saw the brutal scene of his wife being murdered before his eyes.

Zhuo Gongkui couldn’t help but let his lips lift into a delighted grin.

Then he saw Yan Jingfeng taking refuge in Dan State, living aboard a flower boat, seeking solace in the arms of a geisha for the pain of losing his wife.

Afterward, he saw Yan Jingfeng encountering Fan Qiulai, Zhang Changji...

"Huh?"

Zhuo Gongkui frowned, his expression becoming interesting.

"Well, well!"

"So it turns out Yibao Pavilion was started by the three of you together, and An Baopu’s real name is Zhang Changji, a resident of Dan State."

This was undoubtedly a significant discovery!

An Baopu, who emerged dramatically, had drawn attention from all quarters.

Zhuo Gongkui, being the City God, naturally had a strong interest in An Baopu and wanted to understand this person’s background.

"Hahaha, to think I would achieve this without any effort!"

Unable to contain his joy, Zhuo Gongkui withdrew his hand, took out a Thousand-Mile Sound Transmission Talisman, murmured some words, and then flicked it away.

The Thousand-Mile Sound Transmission Talisman glowed brightly, like a Bowstring Arrow, turning into a rainbow light and flying off into the distance.

...

...

The Sect Hierarch of the Hundred Spirit Sect raised his hand and caught the Thousand-Mile Sound Transmission Talisman.

"Master, your disciple has caught Yan Jingfeng, and through Soul Search, I learned that this An Baopu..."

The Sect Hierarch’s eyes brightened, listening intently and couldn’t help but smile broadly.

"That fellow from Dan State..."

The Sect Hierarch was intrigued, but unfortunately, he had no significant power in Dan State to dig deeper immediately.

However, from Yan Jingfeng’s memories, he knew that An Baopu was also a Loose Cultivator in Dan State, with a very hidden background.

After pondering for a moment, the Sect Hierarch left Vermilion Bird Peak and soon arrived at Star-picking Tower.

He met with the Princess Consort of Chiming City and explained the situation in detail.

Zheng Changxiu, after listening, excitedly said, "So you’re saying, next to An Baopu, there’s a Heavenly Person named Fan Qiulai."

The Sect Hierarch responded, "What are your thoughts?"

Zheng Changxiu smiled, "My thoughts are probably the same as yours."

The Sect Hierarch continued, "Use Yan Jingfeng to lure An Baopu and Fan Qiulai out."

Zheng Changxiu nodded, "We take care of An Baopu and find a few Heavenly People friends to help us deal with Fan Qiulai, killing two birds with one stone."

The two exchanged smiles.

...

...

Night fell, Yandang City!

The City God Temple had closed its doors, all was quiet.

Zhuo Gongkui, accompanied by several subordinates, knelt in the courtyard, bowing deeply.

Suddenly, a figure descended from the sky silently.

"Greetings, Master!"

"Greetings, Sect Hierarch!"

The subordinates bowed respectfully, not even daring to breathe heavily.

The Sect Hierarch, with hands behind his back, looked around and said, "Rise, everyone."

Zhuo Gongkui was the first to stand up, fawningly saying, "Master, please come inside for some tea."

"No need."

The Sect Hierarch waved his hand and asked, "Where is Yan Jingfeng?"

Zhuo Gongkui immediately signaled his subordinates.

Soon, two people brought over a cage.

Yan Jingfeng was trapped in a cage, iron chains piercing through his collarbones.

The cage opened.

Yan Jingfeng was pressed out, forced down in front of the Sect Hierarch of the Hundred Spirit Sect.

"Do you recognize me?" the Sect Hierarch of the Hundred Spirit Sect asked mockingly.

Yan Jingfeng’s breath was faint; he had actually never seen the real person of the Sect Hierarch, only their statues. Suddenly, his face dramatically changed, and he said in horror, "You, you are..."

The Sect Hierarch of the Hundred Spirit Sect, with hands clasped behind his back, said, "I will give you a chance to live. You inform An Baopu and Fan Qiulai to go to a place. Can you do it?"

Yan Jingfeng’s heart skipped a beat, and he couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh, grinding his teeth, "Although I, Yan Jingfeng, am incompetent, I would never betray my friends. Stop deluding yourself!"

The Sect Hierarch of the Hundred Spirit Sect scoffed in disdain and said coldly, "I was just joking. Did you take it seriously? You are supposedly a man of the Taoist Sect, yet you know so little about Daoist Skill?"

With that, he raised his hand to the top of Yan Jingfeng’s head and grasped it.

In an instant, Yan Jingfeng’s body shriveled, his flesh withered.

At the same time, Yan Jingfeng’s Yin God was forcibly stripped from his body.

"Ah ah ah~"

Yan Jingfeng let out a piercing scream of pain, unimaginable and indescribable.

Zhuo Gongkui, watching this, couldn’t help but burst into hearty laughter.

Soon after, the Sect Hierarch of the Hundred Spirit Sect forcibly pulled out Yan Jingfeng’s Yin God, leaving his physical body withered into a heap of bones.

Following this, the Sect Hierarch of the Hundred Spirit Sect took out a Black Banner.

The moment this banner appeared, its menacing aura was overwhelming, causing horror in those who saw it.

Zhuo Gongkui and others stiffened, each one looking as though facing a formidable enemy, terrified to the extreme, as frightened as if facing a natural predator, wishing they could turn and flee.

"Hundred Soul Banner!"

This was a Magic Artifact personally forged by the Sect Hierarch of the Hundred Spirit Sect, notorious for its ferocity.

As soon as the Hundred Soul Banner swept down, it enveloped Yan Jingfeng’s Yin God.

Yan Jingfeng’s Yin God seemed to plunge into the abyss of Hell, with never-ending screams of agony.

As time slowly passed...

Suddenly, the Sect Hierarch of the Hundred Spirit Sect shook open the Hundred Soul Banner.

A wisp of black smoke surged out from the Hundred Soul Banner, landed on the ground, and took on human form.

It was distinctly Yan Jingfeng’s Yin God.

However, by this time, Yan Jingfeng resembled a walking corpse, his expression numb, his eyes dull.

Yan Jingfeng knelt down, bowing as if worshipping, and cried out, "Soul slave sees his master."

The Sect Hierarch of the Hundred Spirit Sect smiled in satisfaction and instructed, "Find a way to call out An Baopu and Fan Qiulai, and have them go to Withered Pine Ridge on the north side of the Outer City."

"Yes!"

Yan Jingfeng obeyed.

...

...

Day broke.

Fang Zhixing woke up naturally.

Although he no longer felt what fatigue was, a good sleep always refreshed the spirit.

Just as he woke up, his ring received a message from Fan Qiulai.

"Brother Fang, I found Yan Jingfeng."

Fan Qiulai quickly said, "He’s twenty miles north of the city at Withered Pine Ridge and wants to meet us."

Fang Zhixing expressed surprise, "What could be more important than him escaping?"

Fan Qiulai sighed, "He didn’t say, just left a message for me. He said he discovered a major secret and asked us to hurry over."

Fang Zhixing fell into thought and after a moment, nodded, "Twenty miles to the north isn’t far, let’s make a trip."

"Yeah, that’s what I thought."

Fan Qiulai felt that twenty miles north was still within the scope of Chiming City.

Being a significant place of government, generally no trouble could occur.

After deliberating, they ended the call.

Fang Zhixing called Xigou, made brief preparations, and stealthily set off towards the north.

Withered Pine Ridge was rather desolate, with complicated terrain.

A man and a dog traveled low-key, quickly reaching Withered Pine Ridge without much delay.

Gazing around, the hills were all covered with bald pine trees; the riverbeds dried up, and dust roamed the ground.

Seeing no sign of Yan Jingfeng, Fang Zhixing immediately contacted Fan Qiulai.

Son after, Fan Qiulai arrived, and they met.

Shortly, on a mountaintop, suddenly a figure moved, waving and calling: "Brother Fan, Brother An, come over here."

The voice was unmistakably Yan Jingfeng’s.

The figure also looked correct.

Fang Zhixing and Fan Qiulai, without suspicion, quickly ran over.

The two men and the dog hastened, reaching the mountaintop.

Yan Jingfeng slowly turned around, his face revealing a sinister smile...