Chapter 209 Anyway, I'm already burdened with karmic debts, so one more won't make a difference.

Shen Yuepo's gaze swept over the last two men in black who had been subdued by Zhang Qingyuan, and he said calmly:

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, please tie them up properly."

"Understood!" Zhang Qingyuan magically produced a bundle of cinnabar-stained rope from his sleeve.

In no time, they tied up the five unconscious thugs like dumplings for the Dragon Boat Festival, and then stuck a talisman on each of their backs to immobilize them.

Shen Yuepo slowly walked towards the goatee with his eyes rolling back in his head from being strangled by the Soul-Locking Chains, and nodded slightly to Meng Guichen.

The chains loosened a third of their length, and the man with the goatee gasped for breath.

"What is your relationship with Yun Jingyan?" Shen Yuepo's voice was colder than the night wind in the mountains.

"Yun... Yun Jingyan?" The man with the goatee's eyes darted around. "This humble Taoist... this humble Taoist doesn't recognize this person..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Soul-Locking Chains tightened abruptly, and the scream of the man with the goatee startled the birds in the forest:

"Oh my! I really don't recognize you! In the martial arts world, everyone calls me Daoist Youxu..."

Shen Yuepo and Feng Jin exchanged a meaningful glance.

She changed the subject: "Then who's behind you?"

Master Youxu's eyes darted around, and suddenly he gritted his teeth and pretended to be dead.

Feng Jin walked forward unhurriedly, a cluster of ghostly flames dancing on his fingertips: "You won't talk? Then I don't mind searching your soul myself."

"No, no, no! I'll talk!" Daoist Youxu was so frightened that his face turned ashen.

This man doesn't look like someone you want to mess with.

If one's soul is searched by someone with profound cultivation, at best one will lose all consciousness, and at worst one's soul will be scattered.

"It's...it's Lord Mingye! A year ago, he bestowed three drops of his blood upon me, ordering me to gather power in the mortal realm..."

What is your purpose?

"This...this humble Taoist really doesn't know!" Daoist Youxu said with a mournful face. "He only said that he wanted to befriend the powerful and wealthy and find people with merits."

After listening to Daoist Youxu's confession, Shen Yuepo frowned deeply, and then the golden light of merit shone again!

A cold glint flashed in her eyes, and she said in a chilling voice, "Continue."

Master Youxu shuddered at the sting of her gaze and quickly continued his explanation:

"Several months ago, Lord Mingye secretly contacted me and asked me to assist a Lord surnamed Yun in collecting merit golden light."

"I'm responsible for identifying targets emanating golden light, and once I've succeeded, I'll hand them over to Lord Yun..."

"Surname Yun?" Shen Yuepo and Feng Jin exchanged a glance.

As expected, it was Yun Jingyan again.

"Then what about Guoyuan?" Shen Yuepo pressed.

“This…” Daoist Youxu swallowed hard. “It was a man named Han Xiao who asked me to help imprison the three souls of Gu Yuan. Han Xiao is the biggest drug lord in this area.”

“All I know is that Gu Yuan was a narcotics officer, but I don’t know the specifics of how he died. Han Xiao found me and asked me to help him imprison Gu Yuan’s three souls, saying that…”

He glanced furtively at the direction of the grave, saying, "They said it's so we can be reincarnated together in the next life."

"The condition is that he has to find five people who possess the golden light of merit for me. As for the grudges and affections between them, I really don't know. I've only heard that Han Xiao is very persistent about Yuan... uh, he's very obsessed with her."

After listening, Shen Yuepo took out his phone and dialed a number: "Captain Zhao, where are your men?"

Zhao Yan's efficient voice came from the other end of the phone: "The mountain road is difficult to travel. Our people, the special police team, and the anti-drug police will probably take another hour to arrive."

“Once we arrive, have them set up a perimeter at the foot of the mountain.” Shen Yuepo’s gaze swept over the trembling Daoist Youxu. “I plan to lure out their leader so you can trap him like a turtle in a jar.”

"Great!" Zhao Yan's voice was filled with excitement. "I'll request reinforcements right away!"

After hanging up the phone, Shen Yuepo looked at Daoist Youxu and said, "Now, call Han Xiao and tell him that there's a problem with Gu Yuan's soul. Tell him to come over immediately."

Upon hearing this, Daoist Youxu's eyes widened instantly. "This...!"

Seeing this, Meng Guichen smiled and leaned closer, the Soul-Locking Chain jingling in her hand: "Hmm? You don't want to?"

"No, no, no! I'll fight! I'll fight right now!"

Master Youxu hurriedly pulled out his phone, dialed Han Xiao's number, and even put it on speakerphone.

The call was answered quickly.

"Han, Boss Han."

Daoist Youxu's voice trembled, "Something terrible has happened! Miss Gu Yuan's soul has suddenly gone berserk, and my protective barrier is about to break! You...you have to come and see her one last time!"

"What?!"

Han Xiao's voice suddenly rose, "I'll rush over as soon as I finish what I'm doing. If anything happens to A Yuan's soul, I'll skin you alive!"

The phone was abruptly hung up.

Daoist Youxu's forehead was covered in cold sweat as he looked at Shen Yuepo ingratiatingly, "How about this?"

Shen Yuepo nodded in satisfaction.

At the foot of the mountain, in the dense forest, Shen Yuepo and his group, escorting Daoist Youxu and five unconscious henchmen, hid in the shadows where the police had set up a cordon.

The night was as dark as ink, with only the occasional chirping of insects breaking the silence.

Time passed second by second. Shen Yuepo glanced at the time on her phone and frowned slightly.

She turned to Daoist Youxu, her voice cold and clear: "Fight again."

Master Youxu dialed the phone with trembling hands, his voice urgent:

"Boss Han, where are you? Miss Gu Yuan's soul can't hold on much longer!"

The roar of an engine came from the other end of the phone, and Han Xiao's voice was impatient: "I'll be there in five minutes!"

After hanging up the phone, Shen Yuepo made a hand gesture to the special police officers who were lying in ambush in the shadows.

All officers held their breath, their fingers on the trigger.

Five minutes later, three black SUVs sped up, their blinding headlights piercing the night.

In the lead car, a man with a scar suddenly pushed open the door.

It was Han Xiao.

He had only taken a few steps when he suddenly stopped, his hawk-like eyes scanning his surroundings.

"wrong."

His expression changed drastically. "Run! There's an ambush!"

But it was too late.

"Police! Don't move!"

The lead officer shouted, and dozens of special police officers rushed out from all directions.

A fierce glint flashed in Han Xiao's eyes, and he suddenly pulled out a black pistol.

"Bang!"

The first gunshot pierced the night sky, and a SWAT officer at the forefront groaned as blood blossomed on his shoulder.

"Xiao Liu!" the lead SWAT officer roared, "Open fire!"

A burst of gunfire suddenly echoed through the mountains and forests.

Han Xiao fired as he retreated towards the car, bullets kicking up dust at his feet.

One of his men had just raised his gun when a police sniper shot him in the hand, and the gun fell to the ground.

"Cover the boss!"

Another henchman opened fire wildly, bullets grazing the tree trunk and sending splinters of wood flying.

A young special police officer groaned as his right leg was instantly soaked in blood.

He gritted his teeth and knelt on one knee, but still gripped his pistol tightly, refusing to take a single step back.

In the dense forest not far away, Shen Yuepo and his group watched the chaotic battle from the sidelines.

Seeing this, Lin Yanxin gathered a wisp of green light at her fingertips and pressed it against Daoist Youxu's back, saying, "Use your spiritual power to disable Han Xiao's gun."

Master Youxu looked mournful. "Why...why didn't you take action yourself?"

"People of the Xuanmen should not recklessly interfere with the karma of mortals." Lin Yanxin sneered, the green light at her fingertips getting even closer. "You evil cultivator are already burdened with karmic obstacles, so one more won't make a difference."

Daoist Youxu: "..."

Under the threat of death, he trembled as he made a hand seal, and a black mist, barely perceptible to the naked eye, silently wrapped around Han Xiao's wrist holding the gun.

With a "click," the gun in Han Xiao's hand suddenly jammed.

"What's going on?!"

Han Xiao brandished his pistol menacingly, only to be tackled to the ground by SWAT officers who pounced on him the next second.

The gunfire gradually subsided, leaving only the groans of the wounded and the shouts of the police.