Chapter 67

No matter what I yearn for or desire, my wife always manages to give me more, even without words, perhaps unintentionally. When I was young, she gave me a sense of security; as I grew up, she gave me life; now, she protects me and guides me.

She, who is both wife and sister, always takes good care of me.

Yet, I am still that child, daring to say I would do anything for her, even at the cost of my life. But she has never said such things, nor made any vows or promises to me. Without much explanation, she silently does everything I cannot, and does it well.

The dream has just ended, but the echoes linger.

I don’t know what my wife and sister lacks, because she has never asked me for anything. Instead, I only know to ask her for more. When danger comes, I always think of her first, shouting where she is. When she appears, I feel a surge of excitement, but little do I know, she always bears the burden in secret.

Should I, when I next hit a wall and bleed, call her name again, asking her to clean up the mess?

The blood on my fingertips made me silent. I need to find a way to release my wife and sister from the soul jar, rather than wait and hope.

What’s going on with the Zhang family?

There was a missed call from Zhang Xiaofei, but I deliberately didn’t call back, wanting to ask Jiang Han what exactly happened.

The ghost general Jiang Han immediately brought out the prepared tea and began writing on the floor, recounting what happened after he went to the Zhang family.

It turns out that after Liu Fengyi was captured, she indeed suffered the torment of having her soul extracted. The ghostly wails were so terrifying that even the living nearby dared not approach. However, Liu Fengyi was not an ordinary ghost; she had already gained intelligence and knew that calling back the ghost child would result in a fate even more terrifying than her current one.

So, despite being tortured by the Zhang family, she did not plan to let the ghost child out of Zhang Dafei’s body.

The situation was at an impasse, as the Zhang family did not dare to perform a cesarean section, knowing that it would cause the ghost child to go berserk.

Jiang Han tried several times to save Liu Fengyi, but the reinforcements the Zhang family brought in were too powerful. He could only watch from a distance, unable to break through.

He is a wise general, with no ordinary intelligence. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have come to me. This is already his fifth time seeking my help, of course, if I hadn’t been sleeping.

Seeing your dedication to your beloved, I won’t ask too much of you. Although I can’t guarantee I can save her, I will do my best. I told him.

If you can do your best, the promise can be fulfilled today, not tomorrow. If you need jewels, I can get them immediately. Jiang Han wrote these words as soon as I agreed.

Good, you are straightforward. If it weren’t for your beloved needing protection, I would have wanted to recruit you into my ranks to fight for me. I think this ghost general’s character is the same as when he was alive, bold and decisive.

Jiang Han was also moved, having seen the pure essence I squeezed out, a single drop of which could push one’s strength to the brink of the current realm. How tempting is that?

But he thought of Liu Fengyi and dismissed the idea of joining my ranks.

With the Yin-Yang Eye open, the matter is settled. Jiang Han wrote, though he didn’t use punctuation, so I knew there should be a question mark at the end.

So I nodded: I only promise to do my best to rescue her, but I will not risk my life. Whether I can save her is up to fate.

Jiang Han nodded decisively and floated over without hesitation.

Xijun bared her teeth and blocked my way, but I pushed her aside. Song Wanyi was completely unguarded; she had known Jiang Han for a long time and trusted his character.

Borrowing a body is very dangerous; a slight mistake could result in losing control of the body. However, I had no such worries. Two ghost guardians of equal rank had just been fed blood, making them much stronger than ordinary wandering spirits. Moreover, Jiang Han had come and gone many times, and his strength had been depleted. Now, even if he tried to fight Xijun or Song Wanyi, he might not escape.

Even if something went wrong, Xijun and Wanyi could quickly deal with the opponent. Although my vital energy would be greatly depleted, I wouldn’t lose my life.

Moreover, my wife and sister had no warning, so I could still trust Jiang Han.

Jiang Han easily borrowed my body, turning his hand transparent and entering me. He did not try to take control of my body, only taking over the function of my eyes.

I felt my vision go dark, and it took about the time of a cup of tea to recover.

As soon as my vision returned, I activated my eye power. The world became colorful, and the Yin-Yang Eye allowed me to see things I couldn’t before, including the unique power of ghosts.

For example, Xijun’s body was surrounded by a red energy, like burning flames, very beautiful.

Song Wanyi’s energy was blue-green, like water, also very strong, and more concentrated than Xijun’s.

As for Jiang Han, although he still had a green glow, he clearly looked weak, with a pale and sickly appearance. If he didn’t fight now, a little wind might finish him off. It seemed that over the past two days, he had been exhausted, and opening the Yin-Yang Eye for me had drained him.

I looked inward at myself and saw a layer of dark blue energy flowing around my body, very abundant. I didn’t know why Zhao Qian had said it was light blue, but now it clearly looked different.

Could it be because I inherited both the Ghost Cultivation Dao and the Yin-Yang Dao?

And what about the golden glow she mentioned? I immediately looked behind me, but the golden glow was so faint it was almost invisible. Could my wife and sister be entering a dormant state again?

It seems she has passed on the Dao to me and is resting.

Song Wanyi saw me looking around and wrote a few words for me. After reading them, I quickly reduced my eye power and deactivated the Yin-Yang Eye. Song Wanyi said that using the Yin-Yang Eye consumes a lot of energy, and with my current strength, I shouldn’t use it casually.

I think the color difference is due to the different attributes of the energy bodies in humans and ghosts, roughly divided into metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. The color depends on which attribute the energy leans towards.

Xijun is passionate like fire, so she is red. Wanyi is gentle like water, so she is blue. Jiang Han is wood, so he is green. They are all relatively pure.

Only I am unique, with a deep blue color, probably a result of the mixed Dao inheritance. I don’t know what attribute it is, so I need to ask Master Hai. After all, I just inherited the Ghost Cultivation Dao, and the combination of two Dao inheritances might cause some unexpected changes.

Having the Yin-Yang Eye is not enough; I also need to understand the spells. Without the means to resolve things, it’s meaningless.

I took out Master Hai’s stack of Yin-Yang Dao books and spread them out. There were more than a dozen, covering a wide range of topics, including Yin-Yang astrology, secret calculations, and spells. Most were in ancient Chinese without punctuation, and only two were ghost symbols. I chose these two books on spells and put the rest back in my grandmother’s box.

The ghost mask in the box still lay there, eerie and terrifying.

I closed the box, got in the car, and used the navigation map to find Xiaoxuanxuan Teahouse.

Your matter will have to wait. I need to meet my master first. Maybe his reputation can resolve this without bloodshed. If not, I’ll think of other ways. I told Jiang Han, who was sitting in the back seat.

Although it was daytime, it didn’t affect Jiang Han much, and even if it did, he would endure until the matter was resolved.

Jiang Han had no other choice and relied on me.

The car quickly arrived at the location on the navigation map. I searched the old city area but couldn’t find Xiaoxuanxuan Teahouse, so I called Master Hai.

He scolded me and came out to meet me personally.

We circled around and turned into a small alley, and I saw Xiaoxuanxuan Teahouse, feeling a bit disdainful.

The teahouse was hard to find, and there weren’t many people inside. It seemed to have private rooms.

When Master Hai led me in, there were only two tables occupied. One table had four men and one woman, all in their fifties or sixties, with one in his seventies or eighties. Some had a ruddy complexion, others were pale, and some had bright eyes, all quite extraordinary.

Master Hai, of course, was also unusual. Though he looked ordinary, he had a duck-like voice.

I looked at the other table and was surprised to see two people I knew.

Lin Feiyu and Wang Cheng.

Lin Feiyu was fine; we were old acquaintances who had fought together against Wu Zhenghua, and our friendship was deep.

Wang Cheng was not friendly. I had exorcised a ghost from his son in the morgue, but he still harbored hostility towards me for being an ally of the Zhao family. When he saw me, he grunted.

He probably didn’t want to sit with me, so he opened a separate table. Lin Feiyu, of course, was there to speak on my behalf, or Wang Cheng would have turned hostile.

I ignored Wang Cheng; if I provoked his high blood pressure, he might end up in the hospital again, and the Wang family would surely come after me.

Elder Lin, Elder Wang, all the seniors. I smiled and greeted them. Except for Wang Cheng, the others smiled and invited me to sit down.

Old friends! This is my junior brother, Xia Yitian! Ha ha ha! Master Hai was overjoyed, pulling me to sit down and introducing me, ignoring the looks from the others.

Good, young and capable. The Yin-Yang Dao has a successor. The oldest and thinnest old man nodded first, clearly the one with the most authority here.

Old Li, take care of him. He is my junior brother, not just a disciple or grand-disciple. Master Hai immediately said, then introduced me: This is Li Ruizhong, from the Li family in the west of the city.

Hearing the Li family, I was secretly surprised. No wonder Master Hai said it was a big deal; he wasn’t lying.