Old Crow's Caws Hook the Soul

Chen Ming flapped his Illusory Flesh Wings, wreathed in poisonous smoke, blood beads bobbing in the smoke, faintly visible.

Situ Yuelan held the bronze mirror, channeling Yin Cold Qi.

The two moved extremely fast, and in a short while, they arrived near the Soul Hook Cave.

The Ghost Cultivator occupying the Soul Hook Cave was also at the Contemplation Realm level of Strength.

The mountain where the Soul Hook Cave was located had been made eerie by the Ghost Cultivator, with jagged, strange rocks covering the entire mountain.

Birds that had lost their souls flew in the sky, and beasts that had lost their spirits roamed the ground.

Everywhere, the Soul Hooking Yin Wind blew.

Ordinary creatures that strayed into this mountain, once blown by the Soul Hooking Wind, would lose their souls and spirits, never to leave again.

Passing Cultivators also gave it a wide berth, not wanting to get close.

As soon as Chen Ming and Situ Yuelan approached the mountain, the Ghost Cultivator within sensed them.

The birds and beasts in the mountain that had lost their souls and spirits all turned their heads, their eyes glowing with a strange green light, staring at Chen Ming and Situ Yuelan.

"We've been discovered!"

Situ Yuelan, highly sensitive to Yin energy, immediately warned Chen Ming.

"Caw~"

With a caw from an old crow, the Soul Hooking Wind in the mountain howled fiercely.

Instantly, it swept towards Chen Ming and Situ Yuelan.

Situ Yuelan activated the bronze mirror in her hand, freezing the Soul Hooking Wind, and said, "It seems the Ghost Cultivator in the Soul Hook Cave isn't someone easy to talk to."

"Whether they're easy to talk to or not, we'll have to try first!"

"If one's Strength is high, others will naturally be more willing to talk!"

"If one is weak, they'll naturally not hear any pleasantries!"

"It's impolite not to reciprocate! It's a good time to test out a Supernatural Ability!"

With that said, a point of Blue Light flashed and vanished on Chen Ming's forehead. A stream of Taiyin Cold Water materialized, condensing into a Great Yin Demonic Water Lightning in Chen Ming's hand.

"Go!"

Chen Ming shouted, and the Great Yin Demonic Water Lightning in his hand flew out.

The Great Yin Demonic Water Lightning, at first glance, looked unremarkable.

But this mountain was filled with Yin energy everywhere. As the Great Yin Demonic Water Lightning flew, it stirred up the Yin energy on the mountain, triggering a resonance!

The momentum grew stronger and stronger, trembling continuously and emitting a "crackle" sound, with blue arcs of electricity dancing within.

"Who goes there? Stop at once!"

Suddenly, a Soul Hooking Wind erupted from the mountain. The green light from the eyes of the birds and beasts on the mountain flew out, condensing together to form a ball of Eerie Ghost Fire.

From within the ghost fire emerged a gaunt cultivator dressed in black, holding a White Bone Staff.

He raised the White Bone Staff in his hand, unleashing the Soul Hooking Wind, and blocked the Great Yin Demonic Water Lightning.

Unexpectedly, the Great Yin Demonic Water Lightning silently split open. With a swish, the electric arcs within followed the Soul Hooking Wind and exploded on his White Bone Staff.

The black-clothed cultivator hastily dropped the White Bone Staff. The staff was blown to smithereens by the Great Yin Demonic Water Lightning.

"What a potent Yin Lightning!"

This black-clothed cultivator was the master of Soul Cave, named Wuhun.

He was originally a black crow on the mountain that had gained spiritual intelligence. Struck by a stray Heavenly Lightning, he died but gained spiritual intelligence, transforming into a Ghost Cultivator. He had devoured numerous Souls and cultivated into a human form.

He was naturally afraid of lightning. After becoming a Ghost Cultivator, his fear of lightning intensified threefold.

Wuhun had lived in seclusion in Soul Cave on the mountain for years, constantly emitting Soul Hooking Wind, turning the entire mountain into his territory.

He had never left his domain and couldn't fathom why Chen Ming and Situ Yuelan had come.

"Could it be that their disciple had their Souls blown away by my Soul Hooking Wind?"

Wuhun pondered, and this was the only possibility that could offend the two people before him.

Having his White Bone Staff destroyed, he didn't dare to make a fuss. His tone softened considerably as he said, "Greetings, two fellow Daoists. What brings you to my humble abode?"

"If someone of yours was blown away by my Soul Hooking Wind, you can simply say so. I'll search for where it landed in the mountain. Once it's returned to its place, there won't be any major issues!"

"Although I, Wuhun, am a Ghost Cultivator, I have always been benevolent. You Daoists shouldn't attack me with Yin Lightning without understanding the situation!"

Seeing his sensible demeanor, Chen Ming said, "I think Fellow Daoist Wuhun is quite a reasonable person. What do you think, Fellow Daoist Situ? He's quite easy to talk to!"

Situ Yuelan forced a stiff smile. "Indeed. Fellow Daoist Wuhun is certainly easy to talk to. I must have misjudged earlier!"

Wuhun also wore a sheepish smile, which looked uglier than a cry. He said hoarsely, "Please don't tease me, two fellow Daoists. My Soul Cave is poor, and I have no Spiritual Energy. What is your esteemed purpose?"

Wuhun accompanied them with a cautious smile. Considering his Strength was at the Contemplation Realm, he shouldn't have been so subservient.

However, his physical body had perished under Heavenly Lightning, and his fear of lightning was etched into his very soul. The mere thought of lightning made him tremble.

Normally, his Soul Hooking Wind was an object of fear for others.

Wuhun was born and raised in Vast Mountain, cultivating to his current state. He had encountered many cultivators in his time, but few who had mastered Supernatural Abilities involving lightning.

Those like Chen Ming, who wielded Yin Lightning, were even rarer.

Having already taken a hit from Chen Ming's Great Yin Demonic Water Lightning earlier, which destroyed his White Bone Staff, his body, formed from Ghost Fire Yin Wind, was still feeling numb.

Chen Ming glanced at Situ Yuelan, who then slightly released her aura and asked, "There were several Spiritual Items that fell into your Soul Hook Cave earlier, with an aura similar to mine. Wuhun Fellow Daoist, did you see them?"

Wuhun narrowed his eyes, sensing for a moment, and said hoarsely, "I saw them, I saw them!"

"That day, I was refining Soul Hooking Wind in my cave when I suddenly heard movement in the sky.

I only looked up for a moment before my eyes were burned by the vast Buddha Light, and then I sensed flesh and blood falling.

I thought disaster had struck, but who knew that the flesh and blood that fell transformed into Spiritual Items, neither metal nor wood, incredibly profound.

The moment I got my hands on them, a Spiritual Light shone down, sweeping away those Spiritual Items.

Fortunately, I was quick and blew my Soul Hooking Wind, sending one of the smaller Spiritual Items into the cave, thus it was preserved!"

"That Spiritual Item, upon entering my Soul Hook Cave, transformed into a piece of Profound Yin Cold Stone, immovable."

"Since obtaining the Profound Yin Cold Stone, the Soul Hooking Wind I refine has become much more powerful!"

Wuhun chattered on, his voice somewhat grating.

He didn't hide anything; the Profound Yin Cold Stone had taken root in his Soul Hook Cave and couldn't be moved.

Wuhun had tried many methods before, but he couldn't refine or move it, so he gave up.

"Are the two Fellow Daoists perhaps looking for that Profound Yin Cold Stone?" Wuhun asked.

Upon hearing Wuhun's words, Situ Yuelan's emotions shifted.

The parts of her body that could transform into Profound Yin Cold Stone were crucial points refined with a secret technique.

Most other Spiritual Items carried some residual memory or aura, but the one that transformed into Profound Yin Cold Stone was indispensable. It was a key component for recovering her Strength at the Spirit Condensation Realm.

"Wuhun Fellow Daoist, that Profound Yin Cold Stone is very important to me. If it is indeed that item, I am willing to exchange Treasures with you!" Situ Yuelan said.

Wuhun's eyes lit up with joy. "That would be wonderful! That Profound Yin Cold Stone cannot be moved and only increases the power of my Soul Hooking Wind. It would be best to exchange it for some Treasures!"