Chapter 166 Why would you rather be reduced to ashes than leave me?
The moment Shen Yuepo saw the dark figure, her pupils suddenly contracted.
She instantly formed a golden barrier with her hands, which unfolded behind her.
He firmly protected the people behind him, shielding them from the oppressive aura and bloodlust emanating from the dark figure.
Holding the bone flute, Shen Yuepo pointed it directly at the blood-red, swirling black shadow, her cold voice carrying murderous intent:
"Yun, Jing, Yan?"
Yun Jingyan let out a low, eerie laugh, a laugh filled with indescribable, complex emotions.
There's the excitement of finding prey, the vicissitudes of a century, and a touch of distorted nostalgia.
"Hehehe... It seems you've retrieved the magical artifact and also obtained some fragments of past memories?"
Yun Jingyan's scarlet eyes swept across Shen Yuepo's face.
Shen Yuepo steadied himself, his eyes sharp as knives, his voice icy:
"Even after a hundred years, you are still so... disgusting."
These words caused the crimson aura surrounding Yun Jingyan to suddenly freeze.
After a moment of silence, a sigh filled with endless desolation came from the shadows, "You... are you blaming me?"
The voice suddenly rose, "But I had no choice!"
"Only by proving the Dao, only by transcending these damned laws of Heaven, can one break free from the shackles of eternal reincarnation, and truly be free and unrestrained!"
His voice suddenly lowered, and he stared intently at Shen Yuepo, questioning her:
"I didn't want you to die. I only wanted to take you on the path to the supreme Dao. But you... why did you choose to be reduced to ashes rather than leave me?!"
He practically screamed the last sentence.
Faced with Yun Jingyan's twisted questioning, a cold glint flashed in Shen Yuepo's eyes, and he was too lazy to waste any more words on this madman.
"You talk too much nonsense..."
With a clear shout, Shen Yuepo's Soul-Suppressing Bone Flute transformed into a streak of light.
Instead of stabbing at the shadowy figure, he suddenly slashed the tip of his left index finger.
Using blood as a medium and a bone flute as a brush, she rapidly sketched a blood-red rune in the void. The moment it took shape, the light was dazzling.
"By imperial decree! Nine Heavens Yang Flame, shatter falsehoods and vanquish evil!"
The crimson runes, like a burning branding iron, carrying a righteous aura that could purify all filth, suddenly imprinted themselves on Yun Jingyan.
Yun Jingyan let out a maniacal laugh, his blood mist churning, filled with disdain: "Hahahaha, useless. This is nothing but an insignificant avatar of your master, what can you do to me?"
However, a cold smile curled at the corner of Shen Yuepo's lips, and she countered with a question: "Is that so?"
Just as the crimson rune was about to touch the dark shadow, Shen Yuepo suddenly formed a hand seal with his right hand and pointed at the rune from a distance.
"Buzz!"
The crimson rune suddenly erupted with a dazzling golden-red light, not directly attacking the shape of the black shadow, but instantly locking onto a trace of cause and effect connected to the black shadow's main body.
"Tracing back to the source, the soul wound has backfired! Imperial decree!"
The shadowy figure's maniacal laughter abruptly ceased, replaced by a painful shriek.
"Ugh!"
Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, deep within a secluded villa in the capital city.
A handsome but sinister-looking man sat cross-legged, surrounded by a faint blood-red aura.
"puff!"
Without warning, he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.
The blood fell onto the carpet, instantly producing a sizzling, corrosive sound and sending up wisps of black smoke.
He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and instead of being angry, he chuckled softly.
His laughter was sinister and filled with a morbid excitement, his eyes gleaming with a crazed light.
"Heh... Interesting. Even after reincarnation and the erasure of your memories, your suicidal nature remains the same, my good disciple..."
He licked the blood from his lips, his eyes growing even more unfathomable. "This is getting more and more interesting."
Zhuxi Village, Xiao Family Ancestral Cemetery.
With Yun Jingyan's clone's shriek, the black shadow entwined with blood energy twisted violently like a burst bubble.
Finally, with a resentful screech, it completely exploded, turning into countless foul-smelling, blood-red specks of light, which were then scattered by the mountain wind and disappeared without a trace.
All that remained was an empty coffin and a nauseating lingering stench in the air.
Shen Yuepo looked at the dissipating black shadow, her face turning slightly pale.
That attack just now had taken a lot of her energy.
"Still too weak..." she murmured.
Even a mere clone was causing her such difficulty.
If it were to face the true form...
Shen Yuepo closed his eyes. Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated.
Perhaps she needs to retrieve all her memories from her past life in order to understand Yun Jingyan's weaknesses.
She took a deep breath to suppress the turmoil in her heart.
With a wave of his hand, he removed the golden light barrier protecting the Xiao family.
As soon as the barrier disappeared, Xiao Yizhou and Xiao Zhengqing rushed over.
In his haste, Xiao Yizhou grabbed Shen Yuepo's arm, his gaze anxiously sweeping over her:
"Moon Spirit! How are you? Are you hurt?"
He had just witnessed the terrifying black shadow fighting with Shen Yuepo. Although he couldn't hear anything, his heart was pounding with tension.
Shen Yuepo subtly withdrew her arm, shook her head, and said in a steady voice, "It was a bit too much for me, but it's nothing."
Her gaze fell on the empty coffin, and she said in a deep voice:
"The matter is clear now. Your great-grandfather Xiao Zhenshan's remains did not decay naturally, but were stolen."
She paused for a moment, then added, "It was done by the real body of that dark figure."
"What?!"
"The remains were stolen?!"
The two immediately erupted in chaos, their faces turning deathly pale.
The theft of one's ancestors' remains is not only a great disgrace, but also a very bad omen according to feng shui.
No wonder the Xiao family has had such strange luck this year, with bizarre events happening frequently.
"Master Shen, what... what should we do?!" Xiao Zhengqing's voice trembled.
Problems with ancestral graves can be a major event that shakes the foundation of a family.
Seeing their panicked state, Shen Yuepo calmly offered a solution:
"Don't panic. Immediately prepare some of Mr. Xiao Zhenshan's most cherished and frequently used items, making sure they are imbued with his personal aura."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhengqing immediately took out an old pocket watch from his pocket:
"This is my father's pocket watch, which he always carried with him. He said it was passed down from my grandfather, and I've kept it with me ever since my father passed away. Master Shen, could you please take a look and see if it's usable?"
Shen Yuepo took the pocket watch, gently stroking the cover with his fingertips, feeling the lingering scent on it.
She nodded. "Okay. We can make a small coffin using top-quality Phoebe zhennan or ebony, and put these relics inside to replace the remains."
Shen Yuepo turned and walked towards the empty coffin. "I will perform a ritual, using the relics as a guide, combined with the essence of the Xiao family's direct bloodline, to summon the soul and guide the spirit."
"This technique does not actually summon the dead, but rather appeases the spirits or lingering thoughts that may have remained near the grave due to the theft of the remains, temporarily guiding them into the coffin and giving them a place to rest."
Xiao Zhengqing and Xiao Yizhou unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, their tense shoulders relaxing slightly.
Shen Yuepo continued, "Choose the nearest auspicious day and time to rebury this cenotaph and coffin back in this tomb."
"At that time, I will purify the remaining evil energy in this place and rearrange the feng shui barrier to stabilize the earth's veins."
"In this way, we can solve the immediate crisis, temporarily stabilize the Xiao family's fortune, and prevent the evil influence from continuing to erode it."
Xiao Zhengqing bowed deeply: "Thank you, Master Shen. I was unaware of this auspicious day..."
"Three days from now, at Chen Shi (7-9 AM)," Shen Yuepo calculated with her fingers. "At the rising sun, when Yin and Yang are in transition, it is the best time to calm the soul and settle the spirit."
Xiao Zhengqing nodded, "Okay! I'll do whatever you say!"
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