But how did that person know that Xiao Jiu's blood could save Murong Zheng? Could it be... that he knows Xiao Jiu's identity! As soon as the thought crossed his mind, something flashed through Feng Che's mind like a ray of light, too fast to grasp.
"Murong Zheng, do you know what that person looks like? And how can you be sure that the person who told you is the same person as the owner of the Soul-Locking Needle?"
"That person was wearing a mask, so I don't know what he looked like, but I remembered his scent. Jun Linyu and Xiao Jiu also had that scent on them, which is why I knew that the person who gave Jun Linyu the Soul-Locking Needle was the same person I saw last time."
Upon hearing this, the group felt a chill run down their spines. The thought was terrifying, and they realized that the person in the shadows had targeted Xiao Jiu both times, and that person wanted to destroy Xiao Jiu!
Who exactly is that person? And why did they do that?
Thinking of something, Feng Che asked again, "Murong Zheng, do you have a way to find that person now?"
"No." Murong Zheng shook his head.
The courtyard fell silent once again.
Wen Longxiu quickly caught up with Jin Chenzi, "Master Kongchen, please wait a moment."
Upon hearing the familiar voice, Jin Chenzi's expression shifted slightly, and he slowed his pace by half a beat, but still stopped and turned around.
“Benefactor Wen.”
"What business does Benefactor Wen have with this humble monk?"
Wen Longxiu came to Jin Chenzi's front. Jin Chenzi was more than a head taller than her, so she had to look up to talk to him.
"Last time, I thanked Master Kongchen for saving my life. I didn't have time to thank you in person that day. Later, I heard that you went to the palace, but I couldn't wait for you at the city gate."
Her voice was soft, cool as water, clear and pleasant to hear.
Jin Chenzi was slightly taken aback. She was waiting for him at the palace gate that day? A ripple of emotion, which he himself had not noticed, swept through his heart.
“It was nothing, Mr. Wen, there’s no need for thanks. I would have helped anyone else as well.”
These words seemed to be explaining something, but before Wen Longxiu could think about it, Jin Chenzi's voice came again, "Since Benefactor Wen has already expressed her gratitude, then this humble monk will take his leave."
As he was about to leave, Wen Longxiu quickly reached out to block his way, "Wait...wait a minute."
The sudden action startled Jin Chenzi, who didn't understand what she was going to do.
"Is there anything else, Benefactor Wen?"
"I...I would like to invite Master Kongchen to my Wen family. Master, please don't misunderstand, it's my father who wants Master Kongchen to tell my elder brother's fortune..."
When she said these words, Wen Longxiu was extremely nervous.
Jin Chenzi lowered his eyes, his seemingly all-seeing gaze falling on Wen Longxiu's face. Their eyes met, and Wen Longxiu felt a pang of guilt, her hands gripping the hem of her dress tightly. "If Master Kongchen is unavailable..."
"good."
Jin Chenzi interrupted her, and Wen Longxiu stood there, stunned, not yet reacting. "What?"
"Tomorrow, this humble monk will make a trip to the Wen residence."
After saying that, he walked past Wen Longxiu and left.
When Wen Longxiu came to her senses, the person had already walked away. Watching the departing figure, she couldn't help but feel a secret joy in her heart.
A surge of spiritual energy appeared in the void, and two figures appeared in the void before landing in Ji Jiuying's courtyard.
Behind Shiraisha followed a refined and ethereal woman of about thirty years old, dressed in white like a celestial being descended from heaven.
Upon seeing the newcomer, Feng Che quickly stood up, stepped forward, and cupped his hands in greeting, "Venerable Bai Ling."
Seeing a hint of surprise flash in Feng Che's eyes, Bai Ling also cupped her hands in greeting, "Second Master Feng, I've long admired your name."
Feng Che chuckled lightly and said modestly, "I have long admired your name, but I dare not presume to accept it. I am just an unknown nobody, not worth mentioning."
Bai Ling smiled meaningfully.
Hei Xiangling stepped forward and placed her hand on Bai Lisha's shoulder. "Little Bai, is this your master?"
“Yes, my master is very powerful. Maybe he can help Xiao Jiu get rid of the Soul-Locking Needle,” Bai Lisha said with a smile.
Bai Ling's gaze fell on Hei Xiangling, her expression flickering slightly. How could this girl's aura be so powerful, and... she didn't seem like a human, but more like a beast!
Before she could think it over, Feng Che asked, "Does Venerable Bai Ling have a way to remove the Soul-Locking Needle?"
"I'll only know after I've looked into it."
Bai Ling said, and Feng Che quickly led the person into the room. In order to avoid having too many people in the room and disturbing Bai Ling, only Bai Lisha and Feng Che were left in the room.
Bai Ling looked at the quiet girl on the bed with her eyes open, and gently raised her jade hand. Strands of white spiritual energy flowed from her fingertips and flew towards Ji Jiuying's body.
After a while, Bai Ling withdrew the spiritual power in her hand.
"Master, how is it?"
Bai Ling looked at Feng Che, "Second Master Feng, who is she to you?"
Feng Che frowned slightly. What did it matter to him who she was if he could break the Soul-Locking Needle? But since he needed her help, he figured it wouldn't hurt to tell her. He glanced at Ji Jiuying out of the corner of his eye and slowly said, "She is my niece."
Bai Ling was somewhat surprised. Her niece was the daughter of the eldest daughter of the Feng family who had disappeared for fifteen years?
At the time, Feng Lan's disappearance caused quite a stir, but it eventually faded away. Unexpectedly, she had given birth to a daughter. But thinking of the Feng family's ancestral precept, Bai Ling couldn't help but feel some sympathy.
Coming to his senses, he spoke.
"That makes things much easier. All we need to do is find the Thousand Thoughts Thread that matches the Soul-Locking Needle."
"Chihiro Line?"
Feng Che frowned. This Thousand Thought Thread was neither an evil object nor a divine object, yet it could penetrate the Soul-Locking Needle.
The Feng family does have a set of Qiansi Threads, but it's in my father's hands. Thinking about the argument we had recently had, I don't know how to bring it up.
Looking at Ji Jiuying's empty eyes, a wave of self-reproach washed over him. Compared to Jiu'er's life, what did his pride matter? He had actually hesitated; he deserved to die!
"I'll go find Qian Sixian right now."
With that, he disappeared from the spot.
As soon as Feng Che left, Bai Ling looked at Bai Lisha and said, "Little Bai, what kind of behavior is it to run down to the mortal realm all day instead of cultivating properly?"
"Oh, Master, I enjoy playing with the people here. Besides, I have a mission here."
Bai Ling tapped her on the head in an annoyed tone, "Still making things up?"
"Master, really, I'm here to protect Xiao Jiu."
Who is Xiao Jiu?
“It’s her!” Bai Lisha said, pointing to Ji Jiuying lying on the bed.
"Where is Master Feng? Does he still need your protection? Are you lying to your master again?!" Bai Ling glared at Bai Lisha.
“Master, you don’t know that relying on Second Master Feng alone is not enough to protect her. Those people from the Feng family are too evil. They always want to take Xiao Jiu back to the Feng family.”
Bai Ling's expression shifted slightly as she thought of the Feng family's ancestral precept. "Xiao Bai, she is a member of the Feng family. The Feng family has ancestral precepts, so it's only natural to arrest her."
“Master, she’s different.”
"What's different?" Bai Ling glanced at Ji Jiuying and said regretfully. In her opinion, Ji Jiuying was no match for the Feng family.
"She's the woman of that evil god from the Nine Heavens Divine Palace!" Bai Lisha whispered into Bai Ling's ear.
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