Chapter 197 is still a god who pities all living beings…

The infant spirit took one last look at Zhou Yulan, who was kneeling there, and let out a sigh.

It then transformed into a soft point of light, following the previous point of light, rising up and disappearing.

With the disappearance of the two infant spirits, the oppressive atmosphere in the room completely dissipated, replaced by tranquility and peace.

Shen Yuepo stopped chanting the incantation and burned the remaining paper money and gold ingots in front of the incense burner. The rising smoke carried the meaning of offering and farewell.

"That's fine."

Shen Yuepo whispered to Zhou Yulan, whose face was streaked with tears, "They've already left. They've gone to where they were meant to go."

Zhou Yulan felt the heavy burden on her shoulders completely disappear.

She looked at Shen Yuepo, then at her empty shoulders, and finally couldn't hold back anymore. She threw herself into her mother's arms and burst into tears.

Zhou's parents were also moved to tears, expressing their deepest gratitude to Chen Yuepo and Feng Jin.

Xiao Yizhou and his wife Zhou Wanqing also breathed a sigh of relief, their gazes towards Shen Yuepo filled with gratitude and awe.

Feng Jin stood up, walked to Shen Yuepo's side, looked at her profile, and whispered, "Let's go."

Shen Yuepo nodded and said to Xiao Yizhou, "We're leaving now."

Xiao Yizhou nodded solemnly: "Yuepo, thank you so much this time! I'll transfer the payment to your account as usual afterward."

Shen Yuepo nodded and left the Xiao family with Feng Jin.

Walking outside, Shen Yuepo felt the warm sunlight and gently exhaled a breath of stale air.

Feng Jin took her hand, his voice tinged with barely perceptible heartache: "Are you tired?"

Shen Yuepo shook his head, then nodded: "It's alright. It's just that I feel the evil in people's hearts is sometimes worse than that of ghosts and demons."

Feng Jin gripped her hand tightly and teased, "Fortunately, I am a god."

Shen Yuepo turned her head to look at him, a smile appearing on her face.

She drawled, "Yes, and a god who has mercy on all living beings..."

Back home, Ma Mian had already prepared a steaming hot dinner.

After the two finished eating quietly, Shen Yuepo did not rest. Instead, he went straight to the living room and sat down cross-legged on the carpet.

With a slight thought, the Reincarnation Ring flashed with a ghostly light, and the short sword appeared in her hand.

The sword was icy cold, and the connection to my bloodline was even clearer and stronger than when I was at Lu Jin's house.

Shen Yuepo took a deep breath and was about to draw blood from his index finger.

"Wait a moment." Feng Jin's deep voice came from the side.

Upon hearing this, Shen Yuepo paused, looked up at him, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Feng Jin walked up to her, sat down cross-legged, and faced her.

He remained silent for a few seconds before speaking: "This sword was forged with your essence and blood from your previous life, and it is connected to your origin."

"The blood of this life is poured in, which is to recognize the master and to merge the essence and blood of the two lives."

He paused, his voice becoming slightly tense: "It's highly likely... to trigger your forgotten memories of your past life."

He looked at Shen Yuepo and said, "I need to go into your sea of ​​consciousness to guard it. Otherwise, you will be overwhelmed by those... messy memories and your mind will be hurt."

Shen Yuepo instantly understood his concerns.

She saw the jealousy almost overflowing in Feng Jin's eyes, but her face remained expressionless as she deliberately asked, "So?"

Feng Jin was taken aback by her calm question.

He then raised an eyebrow, his tone somewhat matter-of-fact, "So...? I need to enter your sea of ​​consciousness. Just in case you see anything you shouldn't, I have to keep an eye on you myself."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was clear.

He had to stay by her side to prevent her from seeing anything she shouldn't and getting her corrupted.

Shen Yuepo: "..."

Looking at Feng Jin's "I'm doing this for your own good" expression, she was speechless for a moment.

Seeing her silence, Feng Jin raised his eyebrows even higher and leaned closer. "What? Is there some memory I can't share with you?"

Shen Yuepo subconsciously leaned back and explained, "It's not that I can't look, it's just..."

Shen Yuepo rubbed his forehead, trying to explain: "The sea of ​​consciousness is the most private place of a person's soul. Your entry into my sea of ​​consciousness is equivalent to..."

She paused, finding it difficult to say what followed.

Before she could finish speaking, Feng Jin was taken aback, then seemed to remember something, and an unnatural stiffness flashed across his handsome face.

He... he was so focused on guarding against the possibility of Yun Jingyan appearing that he completely overlooked another, more crucial issue.

Entering another's sea of ​​consciousness, within the Xuanmen and the Three Realms, the intimacy far surpasses physical intimacy, almost equivalent to... dual cultivation at the soul level.

Feng Jin's ears turned slightly red, but it was quickly suppressed by his powerful aura.

He coughed lightly, concealing his momentary unease.

His gaze locked onto Shen Yuepo's clear, beautiful eyes, which held an undisguised possessiveness:

"Our relationship..." His voice was deep and magnetic, with a hint of seduction, "Do we still need to consider this?"

Shen Yuepo's cheeks flushed slightly under his gaze, and then she thought about how the boundaries between them had already been crossed...

Indeed, it seems a bit pretentious to be getting hung up on this intimacy now.

After all, in reality, what part of her body hasn't he seen...?

On a spiritual level, it should be a further step towards open and honest communication.

Seeing that Shen Yuepo agreed, Feng Jin's eyes flashed with a triumphant smile.

He extended his right index finger and gently touched Shen Yuepo's brow.

"Relax, don't resist," he whispered.

Shen Yuepo closed her eyes as instructed, her consciousness sinking, and she completely relaxed her defenses.

A powerful yet gentle aura of the underworld slowly flowed into her brow and sank into the deepest part of her consciousness.

Shen Yuepo's sea of ​​consciousness is a vast and boundless starry sea.

Her entire sea of ​​consciousness carried a cool and powerful aura, just like her own personality.

Countless points of light, some bright, some dim, some large, some small, float within; these are fragments of her memories from this life.

Deeper still, a hazy mist shrouds the space, a memory of a past life.

Feng Jin's will transformed into a blurry phantom, silently hovering in this sea of ​​consciousness and starry sky.

He suppressed all outward aura and waited quietly.

Understanding overseas, understanding reality.

As Shen Yuepo sensed that Feng Jin's soul had safely entered her sea of ​​consciousness, the last trace of tension in her heart dissipated.

Without further hesitation, a glint of light flashed at her fingertips as she gently traced a line across her fingertip.

A drop of blood, crimson with a faint golden glow, instantly seeped out.

She dripped blood onto the blade of the dark silver dagger in her hand.

"bite!"

The moment the blood droplet touched the sword, a clear and melodious sword cry suddenly rang out.