Yin Yang Soul Searcher

"I should have killed you with my own hands back then!" Chu Jiangyuan's mouth was dripping with blood, his eyes were terrifying, as if he wanted to devour Bai Jueming alive.

"Stop talking tough." Bai Jueming pressed a knife against Chu Jiangyuan's mouth. "Tell me honestly, who's backing you?"

Chu Jiangyuan was panting heavily and did not answer.

"Your insistence is pointless." Bai Jueming shook his head; killing Soul Searcher later would be the same. He decided to ask some questions that interested him.

Bai Jueming glanced furtively at the two senior and junior siblings and discovered that they had already begun healing Han Xueshan.

He then lowered his voice and said, "You've been in the black market for so long, and your rank is so high. Have you seen any other Onmyoji?"

The question Bai Jueming asked was also the question the original owner of this body wanted to know. Ever since the original owner was mentored as an Onmyoji, he had been mingling in the cultivation world. He had never seen a rogue Onmyoji.

The original owner found it quite strange. Surely he couldn't be the only Onmyoji in the black market, right? He didn't even have anyone to exchange tips with, and he had to figure out his cultivation on his own.

Chu Jiangyuan didn't want to tell Bai Jueming, but he harbored a sliver of hope, wishing to buy time for the demon cultivator to come to his rescue. He had no choice but to say, "No, I only saw you, a rogue Yin-Yang master, in the black market."

This isn't right, is it? Are Onmyoji really this rare? Just as Bai Jueming was about to speak, a scream suddenly came from the sky, and under the moonlight, a huge shadow appeared above Bai Jueming's head.

Chu Jiangyuan, lying on the ground, breathed a sigh of relief; the demon cultivator had come to his rescue.

Bai Jueming sensed something was wrong and raised his hand to stab down with his dagger. Unexpectedly, the giant eagle in the sky flapped its wings.

Before Bai Jueming could even drop the dagger, his body was uncontrollably swept away by the gale, crashing straight into a large tree.

As the giant eagle swooped down, Cheng Yanbing seized the opportunity. He leaped into the air and pounced on the descending eagle.

Unexpectedly, the giant eagle was even faster, accelerating with a flap of its wings. Cheng Yanbing missed her target and landed on a nearby tree trunk. The giant eagle opened its talons and seized the opportunity to grab Chu Jiangyuan's shoulders.

"Such speed!" Cheng Yanbing was shocked. The instant the giant eagle grabbed Chu Jiangyuan, Cheng Yanbing threw out a handful of pills.

Cheng Yanbing seized the opportunity perfectly; it was the only moment the giant eagle slowed down.

Cheng Yanbing was confident that as long as he threw a single pill at the giant eagle, he could capture it today!

Unexpectedly, the giant eagle had sharp eyes. With a flick of its wings, several black arrows flew out and struck the pill with unerring accuracy. The arrows exploded the moment they touched the pill.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the giant eagle seized Chu Jiangyuan, flapped its giant wings, knocked the corpses of the attendants beside it to its claws, grabbed the two of them, and then soared into the sky.

Cheng Yanbing stood in the treetop, helplessly watching the giant eagle depart. There was nothing he could do; he couldn't fly, and his speed was practically slow motion compared to the giant eagle.

Shaking his head, Cheng Yanbing leaped down from the tree trunk and went to Bai Jueming's side: "Are you alright?"

Bai Jueming was disheveled and leaned against a big tree, looking utterly hopeless.

Villains die from talking too much! This saying has come true for me! Letting the tiger return to the mountain this time might just lead to my being ambushed one day!

"Brother Cheng, I'm fine," Bai Jueming said, slamming his fist heavily on the ground, somewhat angry with himself. "This time it's my fault. I didn't just kill him directly, and he got away!"

"Don't blame yourself, there will be other opportunities in the future," Cheng Yanbing comforted him. "At the very least, he won't be able to recover his strength for at least six months."

"Sigh," Bai Jueming sighed, "Brother Cheng, is that eagle very strong?"

Cheng Yanbing's expression turned solemn: "A fourth-grade demon cultivator! Speed ​​must be his innate ability! Among cultivators of the same grade, his other abilities may be average, but his speed is definitely above mine."

Innate supernatural abilities are a unique skill possessed by every demon cultivator, whether it be speed or strength. All demon cultivators undergo extensive training to develop their innate supernatural abilities, enabling them to far surpass cultivators of the same rank in a particular aspect.

Cheng Yanbing asked with some doubt, "What are demon cultivators doing in the capital? And what about that Chu Jiangyuan? Is he actually involved with demon cultivators?"

"Two days ago, Han Xueshan was injured by a demon cultivator she encountered at Treasure Beast Mountain," Bai Jueming explained. "However, we don't know what kind of cooperation Chu Jiangyuan has with the demon cultivator."

It seems there are quite a few demon cultivators here this time. I wonder what big event will happen in the capital. Luckily, the demon cultivator Han Xueshan encountered last time wasn't that eagle, otherwise, with its speed, Han Xueshan probably wouldn't have been able to escape even Treasure Beast Mountain.

The two then went to Han Xueshan's side. Cheng Yanbing had already given her the pill. At this moment, Han Xueshan was lying on Tang Weiwei's lap, breathing evenly.

"I refined this pill in a blessed land, around some vibrant herbs. I infused the essence of those herbs into the pill, which helps with the regeneration of flesh and blood."

Tang Weiwei wrinkled her delicate nose and snorted, "When refining pills, the energy will escape everywhere. This pill took my senior brother a long time to refine. After this sister wakes up, her body will recover, and the bandages will be removed, so there won't be any scars on her face."

"Alright." Bai Jueming bowed and clasped his hands in thanks to Cheng Yanbing, sincerely expressing his gratitude: "Brother Cheng, I have no way to repay your great kindness. From now on, I, Bai Jueming, will go through fire and water for you without hesitation!"

"You're welcome. You even helped me solve the case." Cheng Yanbing patted his shoulder, a smile appearing on his otherwise unremarkable face. "Then let's go back."

"And me too!" Tang Weiwei pouted.

"Thank you for your trouble, junior sister. I'll make you a pastry you've never had before when I have the chance."

"You can make pastries?" Tang Weiwei asked, somewhat incredulous.

Bai Jueming grinned, revealing his teeth. For a modern chef, making a pastry that the ancients had never eaten before was as easy as pinching a snail with three fingers—a piece of cake!

When the four arrived at the city gate, it was already broad daylight. The soldiers guarding the city were yawning and idly checking passersby.

Bai Jueming was responsible for carrying Han Xueshan on his back, and his back ached from the pressure.

As dawn breaks, the capital city slowly awakens from its slumber, unfolding like a long scroll depicting the bustling city life, brimming with vibrant energy.

Street vendors had already secured prime locations and set up their stalls early on. The breakfast vendors were busy working quickly and efficiently.

The vendors selling miscellaneous goods had their stalls filled with a dazzling array of items, including exquisite sachets, rustic ornaments, brightly colored hair ties, and more...

Tang Weiwei smelled the delicious aroma wafting from the steamed bun stall on the street, and her mouth watered. She told the two to wait a moment, and then went to the stall and bought ten steaming hot steamed buns.

Tang Weiwei had a steamed bun in her mouth, her cheeks bulging out, looking adorably silly.

He then handed Bai Jueming a steamed bun, saying as he ate, "I promised to treat you to this steamed bun, so remember to treat me to osmanthus cake."

Bai Jueming nodded perfunctorily. He had reason to suspect that Tang Weiwei had only treated him to steamed buns because of the osmanthus cake.

Cheng Yanbing glanced sideways at his junior sister.

Just then, a commotion broke out among the soldiers guarding the city gate behind them.

The soldiers hurriedly moved the barricades and shouted at pedestrians to make way for the city gate.

Then a line of armored soldiers, armed with sharp weapons, marched in from outside the city. Among them, a man rode a white horse, its head adorned with exquisite gold and silver bridles, and its reins inlaid with dazzling gems. The rider was handsome and had a resolute face.

The four walked to the roadside, when they heard Cheng Yanbing mutter, "Why is he back?"

Tang Weiwei was oblivious to everything else and focused solely on eating red bean buns.

Bai Jueming looked on with envy; this person clearly looked very wealthy. There are so many rich people in the world, why can't there be one more like me?

Hearing Cheng Yanbing's mutterings, Bai Jueming humbly asked, "Brother Cheng, who is this big shot?"

"He's the Third Prince of our Great Xia," Cheng Yanbing explained, then added with some emotion, "Speaking of which, he's been away from the capital for three years now. I wonder how strong he is now."

"Brother Cheng has a wide circle of friends, and he's even quite familiar with the Third Prince," Bai Jueming flattered.

The horses' hooves clattered as Bai Jueming watched the armored and armed soldiers escort the Third Prince slowly into the distance.

"I wouldn't say I'm familiar with him, but the Third Prince and the Craftsmen's Hall have quite a history." Cheng Yanbing recounted the past events in detail.

Back then, Qiao Shou, the head of the Craftsmen's Hall and Cheng Yanbing's master, was ordered by the emperor to forge a magical artifact. Qiao Shou racked his brains but couldn't succeed. Finally, he came up with a method: using a living person's body as the foundation and adding the corpse of a mythical beast to fuse the two into one. Perhaps then he could successfully forge it.

Afterwards, Qiao Shou captured a death row inmate from the Heavenly Prison, dissected the inmate's body, and refined the auspicious beast's corpse into its body.

"What kind of bodhisattva behavior is this?" Bai Jueming thought to himself.

This behavior was unprecedented and unparalleled. It earned Qiao Shou, this madman, the nickname "Crazy Qiao."

Who gave you that nickname? And they dare to use it so carelessly?

Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned, and in the end, this body was refined to the point of being half-dead.

By chance, the Third Prince came to the Craftsmen's Hall seeking medicine. That time, his half-dead body exploded! The explosion affected the entire Craftsmen's Hall, destroying its protective array and damaging many magical artifacts, some of which were reduced to mere mortals, resulting in heavy losses.

The Third Prince nearly lost his life. His Majesty severely reprimanded Qiao Shou and forbade him from using other people's bodies to forge weapons again.

Damn, after causing such a huge mess, all I got was a scolding. People with real power definitely get different treatment.

After the Third Prince recovered from his injuries, he decided to travel the world to improve his strength, as he was afraid of encountering such dangerous situations again.

Watching the Third Prince's departing figure, Cheng Yanbing sighed, "The Third Prince has been gone for three years. Now that he's back in the capital, his strength must have improved?"

"Perhaps the Third Prince has returned to seek revenge," Bai Jueming joked.

Cheng Yanbing clicked his tongue: "Then my master is going to have a headache, hahaha."

Bai Jueming gave his apprentice a thumbs up in his heart.

"Brother Bai, it's getting late, so I'll head back to the Craftsmen's Hall now. If you need any help, feel free to come find me there."

"Thank you for your trouble, Brother Cheng," Bai Jueming said.

"You're welcome," Cheng Yanbing greeted Tang Weiwei, "Junior Sister, you're leaving."

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Cheng Yanbing and Bai Jueming returned to the Craftsmen's Hall in the outer city, while Bai Jueming carried Han Xueshan back to the Yin-Yang Hall.