52. The Resurrected Woman
As soon as she finished speaking, the two ghost bodies condensed from millions of vengeful souls suddenly disintegrated. The vengeful souls scattered in all directions, some to their cycle of reincarnation, and some to a life that had not yet been severed.
Yes.
The more resentful and full of nascent soul power the souls needed for this refining technique were, the more extraordinary the puppet would naturally be.
And a living soul was the soul with the most abundant nascent soul power.
Therefore, even Lin Bieji had not expected that Murong Yun had not actually cleaned up the Murong royal family, but had used a soul-snatching technique to forcefully extract their souls, making it seem to others that these people were almost no different from the dead.
Of course, although as long as Murong Yun did not use the soul-returning technique, their end was still death, but this might… also be a glimmer of hope that Murong Yun had in her heart.
The storm caused by the soul-returning technique, although this long wind was gloomy, it was filled with apologies and some perhaps insignificant blessings.
However, this scene was naturally something that some people did not want to see.
With a “whoosh,” a sharp fan quietly arrived in the night, its target being Murong Yun, who was performing the great art.
But with a crisp sound, that sharp fan was sent flying by someone with all their might, and the other party’s longsword was held horizontally, the sword’s body reflecting their own smiling face.
“What’s wrong, Prince Kui? Does a sneak attack really fit your professional ethics?” Miss Gong sneered. “Or are you also a bit confused? Even if you kill her now, it’s already useless, right?”
Having missed a single strike, Lin Bieji opened his folding fan and, feigning elegance, dodged the bone fan that was attacking him, and said, “The soul of a Venerable realm senior, how can you still have these things?”
“How I got them is none of your business.” Gong Yiling said, “Aren’t you a diviner? Why didn’t you foresee this scene?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot. I forgot you seemed to have said that you couldn’t predict what I could do, right?”
Thinking of how she had been driven to distraction by this guy before, Gong Yiling now really just wanted to say a big “awesome.”
It was time for others to taste the feeling of being helpless but unwilling to admit defeat.
Hearing this, Lin Bieji’s face was naturally not good at all, but in the end, he still shook his head with a wry smile. “Heh, this time you’re lucky to have received the help of such a powerful person. But next time, you won’t be so lucky.”
“Lucky?”
Gong Yiling raised an eyebrow with some dissatisfaction. “Your purpose is unjust. To succeed only through such a conspiracy of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood is certainly impossible to achieve anything.”
“I have foiled your conspiracies three times. If you can attribute these experiences to luck, isn’t it a bit too self-deceiving?”
And after these words were said, Lin Bieji did not say much.
But the next moment, when Gong Muzhi’s longsword swept across his neck, what was left of this Prince Kui was just an afterimage.
“I’ll just leave one word—girl, your wings are not yet full. For such a bold act, the Heavenly Sin will not spare you.”
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The souls returned, and the long night finally returned to silence.
The white-haired, white-eyed woman landed calmly on the ground, all the black qi on her body dissipating into nothingness.
After she landed, the disheveled Yuan Qin limped up the ruins, as if wanting to pull her into his arms.
However, the woman just said one sentence, which made him freeze on the spot.
“She’s already… dead.”
“What?”
“The return of the soul, this technique has exhausted all her nascent soul power. She has basically used her own life to leave room for everything.” The woman sighed softly. “In this way, it can be considered that she finally… did something she really wanted to do.”
“However,” the woman said and took out a hairpin from her bosom and placed it in the dazed Yuan Qin’s hand. “This is what she asked me to give you. She also asked me to tell you that she never treated you as a tool, but this time, she has to apologize to you.”
A simple peach blossom hairpin seemed to bring out a past that the two had never told others.
It was a story of a noble but tragic woman, and a man who was willing to go through life and death with her, who had made a lifelong promise under a peach blossom tree in an unknown year.
And looking at Yuan Qin holding the hairpin, as if he had completely lost his soul, walking towards the distance, Gong Yiling also couldn’t help but sigh. She turned around and said to the woman, “Senior Bi Yao, this technique has succeeded, right?”
“But why is your cultivation…” Miss Gong sized up Bi Yao, who had the appearance of Murong Yun, and always felt that her strength seemed to be more than a little bit different from when her original soul appeared.
“The power of the soul and the body naturally cannot be considered the same.” Bi Yao said, “And that girl was too resolute. If I hadn’t dispersed some of my nascent soul power to help her, she would probably have had her soul scattered.”
Gong Yiling was a bit surprised and clicked her tongue. “The nascent soul power of a Venerable realm, you’re quite generous.”
Bi Yao, while speaking, patted Gong Yiling’s shoulder. “That girl’s encounter made her go astray, but in the end, she was able to return from her lost path and understand that she had to be responsible for what she had done. Then, to exchange the nascent soul power cultivation of a mere Venerable realm for her, why is it not worth it?”
Although it could be said this way, how many people could really do this?
Just this one thing made Gong Yiling have a great respect for this woman, whom she had not had direct contact with before, and had basically only seen a glimpse of from murals and others’ words.
This kind of character, even calling her a saint would probably not be an exaggeration.
“Speaking of which,” Bi Yao sized up Gong Yiling, which made Miss Gong feel a bit uneasy. “I don’t know what contact you had with my royal brother to get this soul crystal. I only know that you seem to be… from a demonic sect?”
This sentence made Miss Gong almost jump up in shock.
Ahem… the other party was a big sister who punished evil. The kind who would not hesitate to die with the Heavenly Evil. Her demonic sect identity… would it make her be targeted?
“It’s just a different way of life. Those stinking Daoist priests who claim to be pure and have few desires do more bad things in private than we do!” After Miss Gong finished speaking, she discovered that there seemed to be a problem with her words and quickly corrected herself. “Ahem, I mean, I’ve never done anything bad. You have to believe me, senior.”
Who knew that Bi Yao, hearing her words, would burst out laughing?
“You got this from my royal brother, and the Heavenly Evil also seems to have been defeated by you. Why would I care about your demonic sect identity?”
“Then what does senior mean…?”
“I have obtained a part of that girl’s memory.” Bi Yao said, “A demonic sect identity will inevitably attract gossip in this city. In the subsequent conversation with the military, you don’t need to show your face.”
