The Cycle of Reincarnation in the Four-Courtyard House: A Journey Through the Heavens

"You dare to run away after you've wronged my woman?"

Li Xiao's eyes were icy cold, and a sharp smile curved his lips, as if the air around him had frozen.

Shi Shaojian's soul, which was preparing to escape, was grabbed as if by an invisible giant hand and suspended in mid-air in the bedroom.

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A faint, mournful wail echoed in the bedroom as Shi Shaojian's transparent soul began to be wantonly kneaded, pulled, and crushed by this invisible giant hand.

You must know that the pain in one's soul is a hundred times worse than that in one's body. Looking at Shi Shaojian, whose face was completely distorted by pain in mid-air, Li Xiao's expression did not change in the slightest.

This man dared to covet his woman; he will pay the most terrible price!

At this moment, Ren Tingting was terrified. She closed her eyes tightly and buried her head in Li Xiao's arms. She even stretched out her two small hands to cover her ears.

The three minutes of torture brought Shi Shaojian's soul to the brink of collapse. His once solid soul body was now just a faint, almost transparent phantom, as if it would completely dissipate in the next second.

Only then did Li Xiao slowly withdraw the spiritual energy that had been dissipating. He slightly opened his eyes, a faint light flashed between his brows, and his Divine Eye of Truth suddenly activated.

Golden light pierced through the void, like countless sharp blades, stabbing fiercely into the broken soul body, and began to forcibly read the memories within Shi Shaojian's soul body.

The excruciating pain of the forced soul search was far more agonizing than the tearing of the physical body. The soul, already on the verge of shattering, could not withstand such a powerful probing force and trembled violently in an instant.

A faint cracking sound rang out, and Shi Shaojian's remaining soul fragments crumbled and peeled away at a visible speed, turning into tiny specks of light that scattered and dissipated into the world.

There was no reincarnation, no remnant soul remaining; Shi Shaojian's soul had been completely scattered, beyond redemption.

After the light completely dissipated, Li Xiao slowly opened his eyes. He had now completely digested the remaining fragments of Shi Shaojian's memory.

A look of realization flashed across his eyes. He finally understood the other party's background. It turned out that this Shi Shaojian was the illegitimate son of Shi Jian, the senior disciple of the Maoshan Sect.

In the original story, Shi Shaojian also planned to use the technique of astral projection to defile a beautiful young girl, but was eventually beaten up by the female ghost Xiaoli.

Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai also discovered the body left behind by this guy, so they attracted a lot of wild dogs in the mountains and forests, which completely destroyed Shi Shaojian's body.

Later, in order to save his son, Shi Jian sent Uncle Nine with two disciples to the zombie forest in Coffin Mountain to retrieve the Coffin Fungus from the zombie king's mouth, turning Shi Jian into a "corpse demon" who could only survive by drinking human blood.

Now Li Xiao has formed a blood feud with Shi Jian. On the path of cultivation, the worst thing is to leave trouble behind. To cut the weeds, you must eliminate them at the root. He will never give the other party any chance to retaliate or seek revenge.

Just as he was secretly making plans, a timid female voice suddenly rang out in his arms: "Brother Li!"

Li Xiao looked down and saw that Ren Tingting's face was still pale with shock, and her eyes still held lingering fear, making her look particularly pitiful.

His heart softened, and he gently patted her head, soothing her in a calm tone, "It's alright, it's all over now, you should get some rest."

Ren Tingting quickly stepped forward and hugged his arm, pressing her face against his sleeve, saying, "I want Brother Li to stay with me."

"Okay, I'll stay with you."

"Um!"

With permission granted, Ren Tingting finally felt relieved, nodded obediently, lay back down on the bed, and closed her eyes again.

To soothe her frightened mind, Li Xiao quietly extended a gentle wisp of divine thought, continuously calming her somewhat frightened soul.

This wisp of divine thought was gentle and mild, without any pressure. In less than a minute, Ren Tingting, who was originally restless, was breathing evenly and fell into a deep sleep.

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Li Xiao carefully tucked the blanket around her, then slowly got up and quietly left the bedroom again.

In the blink of an eye, his figure appeared in the northern suburbs of Renjia Town.

The night was deep, the black sky covered the earth, and all was quiet, but this mountain forest in the northern suburbs was unusually lively.

Dozens of Taoist priests dressed in robes, each holding a ritual implement, were busy in an orderly manner, with talismans and array flags falling one after another, and layers of spiritual energy halos intertwining and spreading out, and a huge array was slowly taking shape in the night.

In the center of the crowd, a middle-aged man wearing a black and white Taoist robe and with three wisps of black beard stood tall and exuded an air of authority.

With sharp eyes, he frequently raised his finger to instruct everyone to correct their positions and stabilize the formation. This person was none other than Shi Jian, the senior disciple of the Maoshan Sect.

Li Xiao stood in the shadows, a chilling glint in his eyes. He condensed a wisp of pure divine thought, which transformed into a voice transmission and precisely entered Shi Jian's ear.

The sudden telepathic transmission startled Shi Jian. He frowned slightly, and his expression instantly became serious.

He scanned his surroundings but could not detect any unusual aura, nor could he pinpoint the location of the person who had sent the message.

Suppressing his surprise and doubt, Shi Jian turned to Lin Jiu beside him and instructed, "You stay here and keep an eye on the formation. Make sure nothing goes wrong. I'll be right back."

Upon hearing this, Lin Jiu immediately nodded and said, "Don't worry, Senior Brother."

Having finished his explanation, Shi Jian said no more and left the northern suburbs with lightning speed.

He hurried along, following the address given by the person who sent the message, and it took him a full half hour to reach the secluded grove on the southern outskirts of Renjia Town.

The night wind rustled through the woods, casting dappled shadows, and the surrounding silence was eerily quiet.

Shi Jian's gaze swept across the area and instantly locked onto a body sitting quietly in a clearing in the woods. It was none other than his illegitimate son, Shi Shaojian.

With his profound Taoist cultivation, he could tell at a glance that the body was still alive and intact, but the sea of ​​consciousness was empty, which meant that the soul had already left the body.

An ominous premonition rose in Shi Jian's heart, and he stepped forward with a solemn expression to investigate.

But just as he stepped out, a tall figure suddenly appeared like a ghost, standing quietly beside Shi Shaojian's body.

Under the shadows of the trees in the night, the figure blocking the way appeared to be only seventeen or eighteen years old. He had a handsome face and clear eyes. Despite his young age, he showed no signs of youthful impetuosity. Instead, he exuded a calm and composed demeanor, as if he possessed unfathomable depths of knowledge.

Shi Jian narrowed his eyes, carefully probing the other party's aura, but no matter how he sensed it, he could not detect the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power.

The boy before him seemed as ordinary as any other mortal, but the more ordinary he appeared, the stronger the inexplicable unease in his heart became, and he had a vague premonition of impending doom.