Upon hearing Qi Zhiheng's explanation, the two disciples of the Slaughter God Sect broke out in a cold sweat. They had almost lost their lives! What if the other party's power was truly stronger than their Slaughter God Sect? Their Slaughter God Sect was the second-ranked sect in the Southern Continent. If they were truly that powerful, the Slaughter God Sect would likely be unable to seek justice for them.

After descending the mountain, the group saw a disciple of the Slaughter God Sect at an entrance. This must be the disciple sent by the Slaughter God Sect afterward.

After saying goodbye, Qi Zhiheng went down the mountain.

Upon returning to the town, Yang Yitian suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Qi Zhiheng was very puzzled, only to see Yang Yitian chasing after something in one direction without saying a word.

"Yi Tian!" Qi Zhiheng dispersed his soul power but found nothing suspicious. He told the two disciples behind him to go back first, and then he chased after them.

Yang Yitian's condition was rather strange, and Qi Zhiheng was not at ease. He guessed that the Soul Purification Water might have caused some kind of harm to Yang Yitian, otherwise why would Yang Yitian suddenly become so strange?

"Yi Tian! What's wrong with you?" Qi Zhiheng frowned and quickly caught up with Yang Yi Tian. However, he did not stop him from doing anything, but Yang Yi Tian did not respond to his calls.

As Yang Yitian drew closer, Qi Zhiheng heard the sound of a suona horn, a tune that resembled a funeral dirge.

Indeed, what they saw was a funeral procession.

Yang Yitian seemed to have been drawn here by the funeral procession. Qi Zhiheng carefully examined the funeral procession but couldn't find anything unusual.

Yang Yitian's next move was even stranger. He jumped out and blocked the way in front of the funeral procession, and Qi Zhiheng had no choice but to follow him.

The sudden appearance of the two people startled the entire procession, the music stopped, and the coffin they were carrying was lowered.

"Yes, they are immortal masters!" Someone in the group recognized them.

Suddenly, the immortal master blocked their path. Had this family offended the immortal master? The people in the group immediately knelt down!

At this moment, an old man with gray hair stepped forward. He was a cultivator at the fifth level of Qi Refining, and the only cultivator in the group. Naturally, they had no choice but to let him speak.

The old man stepped forward, bowed to the two men, and said, "Greetings, seniors. Are there any matters you wish to discuss with us here?"

Qi Zhiheng was momentarily at a loss for words, mainly because he didn't know what Yang Yitian wanted to do, making it difficult to answer. He looked at Yang Yitian and transmitted his voice, "Yitian, do you have some ideas?"

Yang Yitian did not reply to him, his expression remaining completely calm.

The funeral procession faced off against the two men for a while, but couldn't reach a conclusion.

Qi Zhiheng was getting anxious. No matter how he looked at it, Yang Yitian seemed possessed. He made up his mind that if Yang Yitian tried to hurt someone, he would stop him.

The old man broke out in a cold sweat after receiving no response, and the others didn't dare to raise their heads either.

Yang Yitian did not kill anyone, but instead walked step by step toward the coffin.

Qi Zhiheng raised his hand to the old man to reassure him, "Calm down." Then he followed Yang Yitian to see what he wanted to do.

Yang Yitian walked up to the coffin and slapped the coffin lid open.

The crowd was shocked and became even more apprehensive. Celestial masters were always quite powerful, and some people had been suppressed for offending them. Therefore, these people regarded Yang Yitian as the kind of cultivator who bullied others with his power. They dared not move an inch.

Only one woman stepped forward tremblingly from among these people: "Immortal Master, please show mercy!"

The woman mistakenly thought Yang Yitian was going to do something to the corpse and immediately tensed up. Her eyes were red, clearly from crying, suggesting she was someone close to the deceased.

Qi Zhiheng looked at the woman, who appeared to be in her forties. Judging from her clothes and appearance, she was clearly a lady from a wealthy family.

Yang Yitian ignored him and looked into the coffin. Inside the coffin lay a boy of about sixteen or seventeen years old. His face was pale and his limbs were stiff, clearly indicating that he had been dead for a long time.

Qi Zhiheng also saw the corpse inside. The corpse gave him a strange sense of familiarity, which made him frown.

"Senior, is there something wrong with this corpse?" the old man who had just been in the Qi Refining stage asked as he stepped forward.

Qi Zhiheng shook his head: "No problem." As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Yitian raised his hand and slapped the coffin. The coffin shook, startling everyone around.

The lady exclaimed in surprise, "My son!"

Fortunately, Yang Yitian only patted the coffin and did not break or overturn it.

Qi Zhiheng also breathed a sigh of relief, but he soon realized that he had relaxed a little too soon.

After Yang Yitian patted the coffin, a shadow gradually separated from the corpse. This was a soul, which ordinary people could not see.

The evil spirit sat up on its original corpse and then gradually floated into the air.

Qi Zhiheng's breath almost stopped. It wasn't that he had never seen a soul before, but the soul in front of him actually looked remarkably similar to Yang Yitian!

This shocked Qi Zhiheng!

Considering Yang Yitian's series of actions, he couldn't possibly have no other thoughts!

Qi Zhiheng looked at Yang Yitian and saw that he was still the same as before.

Just then, Yang Yitian waved his hand, and the soul flew towards him. Qi Zhiheng wanted to stop it, but he was afraid that if he rashly stopped it, something might happen, so he didn't do anything in the end.

The soul merged with Yang Yitian's body and became part of him.

Immediately, Yang Yitian collapsed.

Qi Zhiheng quickly caught him: "Yi Tian!" He nervously examined his body but found nothing unusual.

He looked at the old man and said, "It's alright, you can continue!" With that, he tossed a bag of spirit stones to the woman, then picked up Yang Yitian and left the spot.

After arriving at a remote place, Qi Zhiheng led Yang Yitian into the space.

"Senior Yuehua!" Qi Zhiheng said anxiously.

The moon beast quickly appeared and, seeing Yang Yitian being carried in, asked in confusion, "What's wrong now?"

"Senior, please check if he has any problems. Just now, a soul merged with his body." Qi Zhiheng walked up to Yuehua.

As Yuehua examined him, she asked, "What happened? Why did this suddenly happen?"

Qi Zhiheng recounted the whole story, including Yang Yitian's strange behavior.

Yuehua paused for a moment. He had never encountered such a situation in his inheritance, so he was clearly not very clear about it.

Then Yuehua shouted, "Yangzhen, come out here for a second!"

Yangzhen's figure quickly appeared in mid-air.

Yuehua asked, "Did you hear what was just said? Do you know what's going on with him?"

Yang Zhen said, "Perhaps that was originally his soul."

Qi Zhiheng asked in confusion, "Belonging to his soul? How can you say that?" He remembered that Yang Yitian's soul was originally a remnant soul reincarnated. If it was originally a remnant soul, how could it have other soul parts? Could it be that his soul was torn apart from the beginning?

Yang Zhen said, "This person originally had very little soul, at least one soul and two spirits missing. I thought he was a bit strange before, and I thought that he was originally on the verge of death and you used some method to piece him back together. There is still a piece of your soul in his spirit, right?"

Qi Zhiheng nodded and said, "Indeed, his soul was attacked before, so I used my own soul to heal him."

"It's neither fish nor fowl!" Yang Zhen said with some disdain.

Yuehua glared at him fiercely: "You have a problem with my method?!"

Yang Zhen choked for a moment, but then said, "Your method is really terrible."

The moon beast was so angry that its face turned red: "If it weren't for my method, he would have been annihilated long ago! Ask me anything about my method!"

"This..." Yang Zhen was interrupted by Yuehua before he could finish speaking, "Think it over before you speak."

Yangzhen: "..."

“In an emergency, this is indeed the only way.” Yang Zhen added at the end, “But this patching method is really ugly.”

Yuehua: "..."

Qi Zhiheng: "..." Yang Zhen is being far too honest.

Yuehua's face turned bright red with anger: "You're really something!"

Yang Zhen didn't understand why he was angry: "What's wrong with you now?"

...

Seeing that the topic was about to veer off course, Qi Zhiheng quickly brought the focus back: "Seniors! Could you please take a look at Yi Tian's condition first? We can discuss the other issues later, shall we?"

Yuehua then came to her senses.

Yang Zhen said, "I think he's much better than before, why are you so anxious?"

Qi Zhiheng frowned and said, "How can he be better than before? He's still unconscious."

“He is indeed unconscious, but his soul is more solidified. What merged with him before should be his spirit. Didn’t you say that his previous spirit was incomplete? Perhaps it wasn’t incomplete, but just scattered,” Yang Zhen explained.

"What kind of explanation is this?" Qi Zhiheng glanced at Yang Yitian in his arms. He certainly didn't look like someone who was going to get into trouble; his complexion was rosy and he didn't seem sickly.

“There are many possibilities for this situation, and I’m not sure which one it is,” Yang Zhen said, trying to comfort him. “But he’ll be fine. Don’t worry, just wait for him to wake up.”

Qi Zhiheng was finally relieved. He carried Yang Yitian to the bed to rest.

Yang Yitian slept for a whole day. When he woke up, he was completely disoriented.

When Qi Zhiheng saw the man approaching, he quickly went over to check on him, examining him thoroughly inside and out. After confirming that he was alright, he asked, "Is there anything that's bothering you?"