Saint Infant

Li Weiyi felt very uneasy; she had absolutely no confidence.

However, the Ghost Infant incident is very likely related to the Demon Race's scheme.

His purpose in coming to Lingxiao City was to dismantle the hidden forces of the Demon Race and the Rice Cult, allowing Lingxiao Palace to withstand the upcoming war for the world as much as possible. In doing so, he would delay the Demon Race and the Rice Cult's plan to annihilate the human race and sweep across the Twenty-Eight Prefectures.

Therefore, he must devote all his efforts to this matter.

"Those!"

Li Weiyi stood by the bedside and used the same trick again, pointing a finger at Song Qingli's brow.

Ripples of spiritual light spread outwards in concentric circles.

Song Lin stood guard to the side, watching intently, his heart pounding with anxiety.

"Hiss..."

Song Qingli's face contorted into a ferocious expression, emitting a sharp, piercing scream, her eyes filled with resentment. She clenched her fingers into claws, unleashing a torrent of magical energy as she lunged at Li Weiyi, still remembering the man who had killed her son.

The two chains binding her rattled, and Talisman Light appeared on them.

The elder of the royal family, who was standing guard to the side, suddenly sharpened his eyes and made a lightning-fast move. His magical energy spread out and suppressed Song Qingli back.

Li Weiyi quickly stepped back.

On the bed, Song Qingli was clenching her teeth and glaring at him intently.

Song Lin sighed, his heart aching. In truth, he hadn't held out much hope from the beginning, but when all hope was gone, the bitterness was all the more despairing.

His Proud Daughter of Heaven sister is a prodigy, possessing both exceptional talent and beauty.

How could it end up like this?

"Let's go! Even Saint Mind Master and Longevity Realm Giants were helpless; this outcome was expected. Brother Zuo Ning, rest assured, the West Sea Royal Mansion will definitely do its best to help you with your matter."

Song Lin forced a smile, preparing to see the guest off.

"I want to try again."

Li Weiyi didn't have a solution; rather, he wanted to investigate the specific situation within Song Qingli's body.

Since it was a hopeless situation, Song Lin agreed.

"Whoosh!"

Li Weiyi released strands of spiritual light and flames from between his eyebrows, which entered Song Qingli's eyebrows, ancestral field, Tanzhong, Fengfu and other major acupoints, allowing him to perceive them carefully.

It was discovered that the blood in her body was filled with a putrid, yin energy, resembling the blood of a corpse.

The magical energy within his body was polluted by the purplish-black Ghost Qi, becoming turbid and cold.

No wonder the Saint Mind Master and the Longevity Realm Giants were helpless. She was undergoing Corpse Transformation and decay from the inside out, from top to bottom, and had completely merged with normal flesh and blood, becoming indistinguishable from it.

The art of reading the word "zhe" can purify the mind and eliminate evil spirits.

However, it cannot resolve the alienation of the physical body and spiritual energy.

"Hey!"

Li Weiyi sensed that the Golden Crow Flame Spiritual Light Threads flowing through Song Qingli's body could purify the Ghost Qi in her magical energy.

Then, more Spiritual Light Threads flew out from between her brows and entered her body.

Carefully, we proceeded along the 102 Trace Meridians.

The Trace Meridians were not decayed.

Once the energy channels are opened and the magical energy is purified, she will be able to circulate it and refine the corrupting forces within her blood and body, perhaps reversing everything.

Standing to the side, Song Lin could clearly see that the purplish-black ghostly mist surrounding Song Qingli was dissipating. He held his breath, his eyes filled with anticipation.

Half an hour later.

Li Weiyi withdrew the Spiritual Light Threads, his eyes looking exhausted, his energy greatly depleted.

Song Lin asked with concern, "Brother Zuo Ning, how is it? It seems to be working."

Li Weiyi closed his eyes and meditated for a moment. After regaining some of his composure, he looked around and asked, "Where is Brother Taishi?"

Song Lin was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. "He went to the birthday banquet in the front yard. Whether he can be saved or not, I think Qingli's condition has improved quite a bit."

Li Weiyi had long seen that Taishi Bai's eagerness to come to the West Sea Royal Mansion was not to save Song Qingli, but for Long Xiangcen.

Clearly, Taishi Yu to bring Long Xiangcen to the birthday banquet had left him seething with anger, anxiety, and worry.

Li Weiyi and Song Lin arrived outside and stood in the dimly lit courtyard. Instead of responding immediately, Li Weiyi asked, "The Ghost Infant incident has had such a terrible impact; surely someone like Chaoran must have personally investigated the Mother-Child Spring? If you wish to save your sister, please answer me truthfully, Brother Song."

Song Lin hesitated for a moment, then sighed, "My uncle came to check on Qingli's condition yesterday and mentioned this matter. The two palace masters of the Lingxiao Palace speculated that it might be related to a spirit called the Saint Infant in the Netherworld of the Departed, but they cannot be certain yet."

"A thousand years ago, the Saint Infant was severely injured by the Great Palace Master, but escaped. Zuo Ning, what kind of powerful being could a spirit escape from the Great Palace Master's grasp?"

"My uncle said that the Third Palace Master believes that if this matter is truly related to the Saint Infant, there is nothing they can do, and Qingli can only pray for good fortune."

Li Weiyi asked, "Has the Saint Infant arrived in Lingxiao City?"

"How is that possible?"

Song Lin waved his hand. "Lingxiao City has many methods set up by the Mist Son of Heaven in the past, and it was not breached even during the catastrophe a thousand years ago. Entering the city is equivalent to entering a formation. Under the Martial Path Son of Heaven, who would dare to risk entering such a formation?"

"Kirin Zhuang dares to show himself in the city, he is doomed."

"My uncle suspects this matter is related to the Demon Race, because the women who encountered problems all drank from the Mother-Child Spring within the last two years, which coincides with the time of Kirin Zhuang's return."

"Zuo Ning, are you afraid of bringing disaster upon yourself?"

"Don't worry, quite a few women have indeed drunk from the Mother-Child Spring over the past two years, but they are all very young and their cultivation is not high."

"If it were a being of the Saint Infant level, personally descending upon us, it wouldn't be such a trivial matter, nor would there be any need to make a fuss about the Mother-Child Spring. Absolute cultivation power alone could destroy the heavens and the earth."

Li Weiyi feigned a worried expression. "I feel like I've been caught up in a huge conspiracy."

Song Lin reiterated, "The Song family will definitely guarantee your safety. If the Ghost Infant incident can be resolved, the Second Palace Master and the Third Palace Master will likely summon you to protect you."

Hearing this, Li Weiyi's heart tightened. "My mental power is quite special; it seems capable of refining the Yin ghost power within your sister's magical energy. However, it won't be completely refined in a short time. I estimate it will take several days. Until she fully recovers, please keep this a secret, Brother Song. If the news leaks out without a definite result, what if..."

Song Lin was overjoyed and repeatedly assured him, "I understand, I understand. We can't announce it beforehand, it's easy to make things worse. Zuo Ning, are we going to continue refining tonight? You look quite pale."

Li Weiyi smiled wryly, "To be honest, I've been working tirelessly on making talismans these past two days of seclusion, and it's taken a heavy toll on my mental energy."

"Then get some rest tonight."

Song Lin added, "For the next few days, you shouldn't leave the West Sea Royal Mansion. There might be unpredictable dangers outside. Stay here with Qingli; I'll have someone prepare a room for you."

Li Weiyi, who had to keep his appointment with Zhuang Yue and Taishi Yu tonight, smiled and said, "Brother Song, don't worry about it. What danger could Lingxiao City possibly pose? Besides, I've already promised to accompany Brother Taishi to the Taichang Temple tomorrow. Rest assured, I will do my best to help with your sister's matter."

Song Lin stopped insisting and said he would send someone to pick him up. Then, he took Li Weiyi and headed out of the mountain to the banquet hall in the front yard.

I passed by a bamboo grove.

Li Weiyi sniffed the air, stopped, and looked at the light deep in the bamboo forest. A strange light flashed in his eyes as he asked, "Whose house is this?"

His sense of smell was very keen; he caught a familiar scent in the wind.

Very faint, undetectable.

So, he secretly tugged at the Insect Pouch hidden in his robe, making a small opening so that Second Phoenix could smell and identify it.

Song Lin's mood improved considerably, and he smiled slightly, saying, "Song Muchuan! Seventh Heaven expert of the fourth generation of the Song family, I must address him as Fourth Uncle."

"So it's the old hero Song. I've long admired your name. This place is elegant and refreshing. May I pay you a visit?" Li Weiyi had just heard Second Phoenix's telepathic response.

The scent in the air is that of Long Xiangcen *.

This made Li Weiyi realize that Long Xiangcen might have her own reasons for agreeing to attend the birthday banquet with Taishi Yu.

Song Muchuan looked to be in his sixties, with quite a few gray hairs at his temples. His real age was 114, which was very close to the average lifespan of 120 for Dao Seed Realm Martial Cultivator.

He was full of energy and enthusiasm, and showed no signs of lethargy or dejection. He invited Li Weiyi and Song Lin inside.

Li Weiyi didn't notice Long Xiangcen, so after exchanging pleasantries and flattery for a while, he bid farewell to Song Lin and left.

Second Phoenix told Li Weiyi that there was Long Xiangcen's scent in the room, and that she had been there.

On the way down the mountain, Li Weiyi deliberately sighed, "Old Hero Song should go to the Underground Immortal Mansion and try his luck; who knows, he might be able to defy fate."

Song Lin gently shook his head. "Zuo Ning, the Longevity Realm is not that simple. The Seventh Heaven the Dao Seed Realm seems to be very close to longevity, but in reality, only those at the Ninth Heaven of the Dao Seed Realm know where the threshold of the Longevity Realm is."

"Speaking of the Underground Immortal Mansion, Fourth Uncle has already been there and only returned a few days ago. He seems to have found some opportunities; he's become much more cheerful than before, unlike his previous rigid self."

Li Weiyi nodded slightly, secretly noting down the name Song Muchuan.

As you pass through the covered walkway, the darkness dissipates.

A lively and bustling atmosphere immediately envelops you, with the lights illuminating the front courtyard of the Prince's Mansion as if it were daytime.

Elegantly dressed maids moved frequently among the guests.

The banquet has begun, and the martial arts practitioners, officials, prodigies, and women at each table are gathered together, discussing the state of the world or indulging in romantic pursuits.

With Song Lin accompanying him, Li Weiyi was led to the most central area, ascending the jade steps towards a magnificent, double-eaved hip-roofed building, dozens of feet high, with thick red pillars and bright yellow paper windows.

Only martial artists with strength exceeding the <Cycle Record> or those of extremely noble status and background are qualified to enter.

The hall, which could accommodate hundreds of round tables, only had sixteen tables, making it incredibly spacious.

The place was brightly lit, and the sounds of string and wind instruments were melodious. In the center, several celestial maidens from the Immortal Forest danced gracefully.

After Li Weiyi entered the hall, he looked around and soon saw Long Xiangcen sitting with Taishi Bai. As for Taishi Yu, he was sitting at the main table with important figures such as Song Yulou and Zuoqiu Ling.

"Zuo Ning, Song Lin, over here!"

Taishi Bai stood up and waved to the two of them.

Li Weiyi and Song Lin walked over, and sure enough, a table had been reserved for them.

Before sitting down, Li Weiyi's gaze fell on Long Xiangcen, feigning surprise. "Fairy Long is here too? When did you arrive?"

Long Xiangcen lightly stamped her foot, feigning anger. "Zuo Ning, you're so mean! Don't call her 'fairy.' In front of a real fairy, you'll only make a fool of yourself."

Following her gaze, Li Weiyi shifted her eyes to Jiang Ning, who was sitting on her right. As if she had just noticed her, her expression instantly turned serious.

Taishi Bai, adopting a peacemaker's demeanor, said, "Please sit down! I specially arranged this seat for you next to Fairy Yu. Any misunderstandings can be cleared up here. And if you encounter any difficulties, Song Lin and the West Sea Royal Mansion will be there to help, right?"

Song Lin laughed and said, "Apart from the Demon Race, our great enemy who wants to destroy our human race, what grudges in the world cannot be resolved?"

Li Weiyi took the seat to Jiang Ning's left, leaving the seat to Song Lin's right empty for the time being. As the host's representative, he naturally had to greet the distinguished guests.

To the right of the empty seat sat Long Xiangcen and Taishi Bai, in that order.

To Jiang Ning's left sat Ge Xiantong.