Chapter 83 Don't use the Soul-Locking Whip, how will you explain it to the Emperor if you get injured?
She raised her head, meeting Feng Jin's unfathomable golden eyes, and tried to suppress the inexplicable heat on her face:
“Feng Jin, I was just… praising you! You were willing to give them a glimmer of hope and grant them fulfillment…”
She paused, her voice softening, but with a hint of genuine affirmation: "That's good. Really."
After finishing speaking in one breath, Shen Yuepo felt her cheeks getting even hotter.
She had never praised someone so directly before.
Feng Jin's face remained expressionless, only his eyes were slightly lowered.
His gaze fell on their wrists where they were touching, and his voice betrayed no emotion: "Let go."
Upon hearing this, Shen Yuepo slowly released his grip.
Feng Jin did not issue any further orders.
He sat back down in his original spot, picked up his phone that was lying next to him, and casually swiped his finger across the screen, as if the incident had never happened.
"This is the last time," he said calmly, without even looking up.
Shen Yuepo: "...?"
She blinked, momentarily unable to process whether "this is the last time" meant she grabbed his wrist or that he was "playing matchmaker."
Before she could think it through, the restrictions at the palace gate fluctuated again.
It was the same ghost messenger's voice as before, this time carrying a hint of barely perceptible tension and helplessness:
"Your Majesty, Jiang Yubai has been brought! But..."
The ghost messenger paused, seemingly considering his words, before finally speaking with a hint of despair:
"He...he tore off the cold jade door panel of the Soul Condensation Prison and hugged it tightly, refusing to let go no matter what! He even shouted...that he wanted to use the door panel to smash the Reincarnation Well, and we couldn't stop him, Your Majesty!"
A series of loud clanging sounds came from outside the hall, faintly mixed with the exclamations of other ghost messengers:
"Stop him! That's the soul the Emperor himself wants to see..."
"Don't use the Soul-Locking Whip! How will we explain to the Emperor if we hurt him!"
Shen Yuepo: "..."
Feng Jin's fingers, which were swiping the screen, finally stopped.
A rare emotion flickered in his dark golden pupils—three parts patience, seven parts irritation—like a high-mountain flower tainted by the dust of the mundane world.
He glanced at Shen Yuepo beside him; her hair was disheveled, her clothes were covered in dust, and there was a dried bloodstain on her lips.
Without making a sound, he raised his hand, and an invisible barrier instantly unfolded in front of Shen Yuepo, blocking the view of others but not hindering her sight and voice.
The palace doors opened, bringing with them a chilly whirlwind.
Two burly ghost guards, one on the left and one on the right, were practically dragging a figure who was tightly clutching a large piece of cold jade door panel as they staggered in.
Jiang Yubai's soul was severely damaged, appearing translucent and on the verge of disintegration.
A faint flame of soul flickered on his chest, as if it might be extinguished at any moment.
But his eyes were frighteningly bright, burning with a reckless and insane obsession.
He struggled desperately, like a trapped beast driven to the brink of despair, roaring at the ghost guards holding him.
His voice was dry and hoarse, with cracks in it.
"Let me go! Let me go! I told you I won't reincarnate, I'm going to find Xiao Wanxing! She's definitely not gone! She's waiting for me! What do you bastards know?! Let me go—"
His strength was extraordinary, causing the two ghost messengers to stumble a few steps.
Amidst the chaotic screams and struggles, Feng Jin's oppressive voice clearly drowned out all the noise:
"Jiang Yubai".
Just three words.
Jiang Yubai, who was struggling frantically, suddenly froze, as if a pause button had been pressed.
He subconsciously followed the source of the sound, his gaze falling on the figure sitting upright on the jade couch.
The moment Jiang Yubai saw Feng Jin's face, his expression froze.
His black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and he exuded a terrifying, suffocating aura...
But he would never mistake this face!
It was the same man who was with Master Shen that day.
At the time, he secretly sighed, thinking that everyone around Master Shen had an extraordinary air about them, but he never expected...
Jiang Yubai completely forgot to struggle and scream; his chapped lips moved slightly.
"You...you're not the one who came to my house with Master Shen that day..."
"presumptuous!"
A furious shout suddenly rang out.
One of the ghost messengers supporting him was so frightened by the fact that this wandering soul dared to look directly at the Emperor so rudely that his soul almost became unstable.
He forcefully pressed Jiang Yubai, along with the cold jade door panel, to his knees on the ground:
"You audacious wandering spirit, before the Great Emperor of Fengdu, why do you not bow down and kowtow!"
"Feng...the Great Emperor of Fengdu?"
Jiang Yubai was pressed down by the immense force, almost lying face down on the ground, and the already fragile soul in his shoulder seemed to dim even further.
His eyes were filled with shock and bewilderment.
The man who accompanied Master Shen to see his house...
It's actually the Emperor of Fengdu, who rules over the underworld and commands all ghosts?!
What exactly is going on?
Feng Jin expressionlessly raised a finger casually towards Jiang Yubai below.
A gentle golden light emanated from his fingertips and instantly entered Jiang Yubai's nearly disintegrated soul.
Jiang Yubai's soul was still weak and transparent, but his soul fire had become more solid.
He was astonished as he felt the changes within his body.
Feng Jin's gaze shifted to the ghost guards escorting Jiang Yubai in, his voice low and deep:
"Can Xiao Wanxing enter the cycle of reincarnation?"
The ghost messenger shuddered as Feng Jin's gaze swept over him, and he quickly bowed.
"Your Majesty, no. When she entered the Underworld, she was protected by golden light of merit, and according to the law, she should have been given priority for reincarnation in the realm of good deeds, but..."
The ghost messenger glanced cautiously at Feng Jin before continuing:
"She was detained by the false emperor's men, who said... she still had some use."
Shen Yuepo's eyes narrowed behind the barrier, and he instantly understood that Ming Ye was keeping Xiao Wanxing around to threaten Shen Yurou in the future, or... to restrain Jiang Yubai.
Jiang Yubai, who was kneeling on the ground, heard it clearly. His body trembled violently, and hatred instantly erupted in his eyes, but it was immediately replaced by heartache.
Even though Wanxing is already dead, those people won't even spare her soul.
He suddenly raised his head, no longer looking at the ghost messenger, but instead focusing all his attention on the figure that could decide everything.
“This Emperor…” His voice was hoarse as he slowly released the cold jade door panel from his arms, letting it fall to the ground.
"Please... let me see Wanxing, just once, please..."
He slammed his forehead heavily onto the ground, humbled to the point of being insignificant.
Just then—
A ghost messenger outside the palace gate reported loudly:
"Your Majesty, Xiao Wanxing has arrived!"
Feng Jin's eyes flickered slightly. These ghost messengers were quite clever; without him saying anything, they brought Xiao Wanxing over.
"Bring it in."
The moment the palace doors opened, a slender figure was led in by two female ghost messengers.
The figure was enveloped in a pure golden halo, but it could not conceal the weariness and weakness of her soul.
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