Before long, Duan Yuechou and the others were waiting outside the courtyard behind the mountain. Linghu Qingmo and Zhao Ling were also listening curiously at the door, but all they heard was a stream of mystical mumbling:
"Celestial Pivot and Shaking Light guide the souls home; earth veins and bubbling springs weave a curtain of mist. Seven Po Souls leave the body and follow the stars; three souls chase fire and tread moonlight back-"
The incantation rolled smoothly off the tongue, but however they listened, it sounded rather like the Blessing and Sacrifice Faction's spirit-calling rituals. Nor did any unusual Qi emanate from inside, making them wonder whether this method worked. Still, out of respect for Xie Jinhuan's strength, no one present dared interrupt.
Inside the room.
Ye Hongshang had possessed the little girl with the horn-shaped pigtails and sat cross-legged on a chair, holding the Nether Bell Lock in both hands. Relying on the formidable Divine Soul of a heaven-reaching Succubus,
she slowly fused the souls together, unraveling the strands and peeling back the layers.
Because this was a sizable undertaking, and the operation produced little movement or noise, Xie Jinhuan held the Zhenglun Sword and circled the chair, calling the souls home so the people outside would not grow anxious. Meanwhile, he pondered the ins and outs of the matter.
Although this looked like a minor incident he had stumbled upon while searching for medicinal ingredients, there were quite a few problems when he thought it over.
First, the culprit had reacted far too quickly. It could be called "shunning him like snakes and scorpions"-the moment they saw him, they immediately stopped. He therefore suspected remnants of the Nether God Sect. Apart from those bastards, the other practitioners of the Unorthodox Dao had never suffered at his hands