Ghosts of the underworld actually relied on supreme yang energy to sustain their lifespans and keep themselves alive?
This was something He Pingsheng had never imagined.
But in any case, it conformed to the basic rules governing the Heavenly Dao.
It was just as Zhao Xiangdu had said: lone yin could not flourish, and solitary yang could not give birth.
"Then I'm taking Zhou Qingmei away now!" He Pingsheng lifted Zhao Xiangdu's soul and stared at him. "How can I do it?"
"You can't!" Zhao Xiangdu's face was bitter. "He Pingsheng, this won't benefit you, me, or Qingmei in any way. I advise you not to do this!"
"Wouldn't it be better to let her enter reincarnation?"
Hiss...
A wisp of flame flew out.
The Nine-Heavens Mystic Fire instantly expanded to roughly ten feet across, enveloping Zhao Xiangdu's entire soul.
"Ah... aaah..."
"It hurts so much..."
"He Pingsheng, stop..."
He Pingsheng did not stop!
He controlled the intensity of the flame in his hand, roasting Zhao Xiangdu for a full half an incense stick's time. Only after roasting him half to death did he withdraw the fire.
"Huff... huff... it hurts so much..."
Pale and barely able to speak, Zhao Xiangdu said, "Fellow Daoist He, please, stop roasting me. I'll talk! I'll talk, all right?"
He Pingsheng said nothing and simply watched him.
Zhao Xiangdu knew he could no longer waste words. "There are two ways!"
"First, offer up a portion of your own lifespan to grease the palms of a few ghost officers and envoys in the Netherworld Bureau. That generally does the trick!"
"But Zhou Qingmei's circumstances are somewhat unusual, so they might not agree!"
"Second... second... second..."
"Fellow Daoist He, the second way depends on your abilities!"
"You can capture all of them the way you captured