Yin Yang Soul Searcher

Bai Jueming nudged Han Xueshan, who had been intently watching the match, and asked, "Miss Han, do you have any means to track them down and find the person behind them?"

Han Xueshan looked surprised: "What are you going to do?"

Bai Jueming told her his thoughts, then quickly added, "Don't worry, you can follow alone. My abilities are low, and if I were with you, it would only be a burden. I definitely won't hold you back!"

He was too afraid to follow them himself, yet he made her do it—and this bastard could talk so high and mighty! Han Xueshan suppressed the urge to kill him with her sword, her face darkening: "Get lost!"

"Even if I'm in stealth mode now, I can't follow them. Their cultivation level is too high. If I get too close, the stealth talisman won't work and I'll be easily discovered. Besides, my cultivation level can't keep up with their speed."

"That's a pity." Bai Jueming was already mentally prepared and didn't have high hopes. "They've been fighting for a while now, and the people on night duty on this street should have already called for reinforcements from the Yin-Yang Palace."

Han Xueshan nodded: "So, take this opportunity to watch more battles between high-level cultivators. Such battles are rare and will be helpful for you in the future."

On the street, the color of the Four Seasons Master's body kept changing. He used high temperatures to target the tree spirit Yang Liu, a summer tactic. He then used freezing methods to restrict Jinxiu's movements, a winter tactic.

Yang Liu lashed out at the Four Seasons Master with a willow branch, but the Four Seasons Master caught the branch with a bright red hand. Then, flames erupted from the willow branch in his hand, setting it ablaze.

Jinxiu assisted Yangliu, her mouth filled with a demon core, continuously casting spells at the Four Seasons Master. However, her strength was inferior, and the Four Seasons Master frequently interrupted her spellcasting with winter-themed techniques. She couldn't help but curse inwardly, "Damn Four Seasons Master, how can you be so troublesome?"

Although the demon cultivators were outnumbered, they couldn't gain the upper hand in a short time. At this moment, the Four Seasons Master was also in a bad situation, panting heavily and showing signs of weakness. Jinxiu took the opportunity to strike him with several spells, forcing him to loosen the willow branches and retreat.

With a wave of his hand, Master Siji summoned a gust of wind that swept debris from the street toward the demon cultivators. Master Siji used the wind to retreat to a more distant place.

The Four Seasons Master stood up, looking somewhat disheveled, with a mocking expression: "You two good-for-nothings, if you can't take me down now, you'll miss your chance."

Jinxiu stepped forward, her eyes filled with tenderness as she looked at Master Siji with affection: "Then we won't arrest you, okay?"

Master Siji adopted a defensive posture, staring into Jinxiu's eyes, and unconsciously said, "Okay."

"not good!"

He had barely uttered the word "okay" when Yang Liu swung a willow branch at his neck. By the time he reacted, one end of the branch was already tightly wrapped around his neck, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Master Siji lit flames in his hands and grabbed the willow branch around his neck, tearing it apart forcefully.

With a charming smile, Jinxiu chuckled, her slender white fingers touching her lips. "I was just teasing you. Did you really think the two of us couldn't handle you? No one can resist my charm."

"What a cunning vixen! So sly!" Bai Jueming commented. "This Four Seasons Master is too stupid; how could she fall for that?"

"You underestimate that fox. Although the fox clan doesn't have particularly strong defensive methods, not many people can resist this charm. It's their innate ability."

Han Xueshan offered an explanation, then glanced sideways at Bai Jueming with disdain: "Some people can't even resist the seduction of those women in the black market, yet they dare to underestimate that Four Seasons Master? At least he realized what was happening the moment he was caught."

"Don't slander me! I'm innocent!" Bai Jueming vehemently protested, insisting he was still a virgin! Just because he took this bitch to the black market once, he'd been branded as innocent! Indeed, prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain...

On the street, the Four Seasons Master struggled to break the willow branch around his neck. His body was riddled with bloody holes from Jinxiu's minor spells, and he knelt on the ground, coughing up blood incessantly.

Jinxiu looked down at him, her tone icy: "Tell me who's behind you, and I'll spare your life!"

Yang Liu, who was standing nearby, pulled out a handful of hair from her head, held it in her hand, and it turned into a willow branch.

"Cough cough," Master Siji spat out the blood foam from his mouth, grinned, and said, "I don't need to tell you, he's already here."

As they were talking, another man in black strolled out of the alley.

"The person behind him has appeared!" Han Xueshan exclaimed softly.

"I can't see their faces!" Bai Jueming was a little annoyed. These bastards were more cunning than foxes. They would cover their faces whenever they did something bad, which was too much of a hindrance to the Onmyoji's soul search and dream questioning!

For the first time, Bai Jueming felt that the two methods used by the Onmyoji were a bit...

Jinxiu's foxy eyes were fixed on the man, her expression changing drastically. Yang Liu tightened his grip on the willow branch. He could feel the pressure emanating from the man!

The fact that they didn't sense anyone approaching, given their cultivation levels, indicates that this person's strength surpasses theirs.

The man met Jinxiu's gaze, showing no fear of her innate abilities. He continued walking beside the Four Seasons Master without stopping.

After helping Master Siji up, he said calmly, "That's enough for today. Those imperial henchmen have already arrived."

As he spoke, the man released his oppressive aura, and the powerful cultivation forced the two of them to retreat repeatedly.

"How high is this man's cultivation level? How could he force the two of them to retreat repeatedly?" Han Xueshan exclaimed. She and Bai Jueming were quite far away and did not feel the oppressive aura.

After releasing his oppressive aura, the man withdrew his gaze from Jinxiu's. He glanced casually around the rooftops, paused almost imperceptibly near Bai Jueming and Han Xueshan's location, and then turned and left with the Four Seasons Master.

Bai Jueming and Han Xue were terrified; the man had discovered them! Fortunately, the man didn't make a move, because the people from the Yin Yang Palace had already arrived!

At the other end of the street, the leading man, dressed in the uniform of the Yin-Yang Palace, was a burly figure. He was none other than the head of the Bone and Muscle Hall. This was originally the area under the jurisdiction of his Yin-Yang Masters, who were on night watch. Hu Bone and Muscle had rushed over with his men after receiving the signal from his subordinates. He knew that they had encountered a problem that they couldn't solve.

Followed by a dozen or so martial artists, the group raced across walls and rooftops. In the blink of an eye, they were upon each other!

Jinxiu's expression changed several times as she watched the departing figure of the man in black with some resentment. Yang Liu's face was green, and she remained silent as well.

Just as the man was about to enter the alley, Jinxiu suddenly released a spell at him. Before the pink light could even hit the man, Jinxiu and Yangliu had already escaped!

A real woman never looks back at an explosion.

As the man turned around, just as the spell was about to hit his face, white mist suddenly appeared in his hand. With a wave of his hand, the white mist left his palm and flew sharply towards the spell.

The two intersected in mid-air, and the pink spell, like a mud ox sinking into the sea, was gradually swallowed up by the white mist. Then, the white mist dissipated into the air.

The man lowered his head, watching his hands clench and unclench a few times, then turned and disappeared into the darkness. This scene was clearly seen by the two people on the rooftop.

Justice, unsurprisingly, was late. Hu Jinggu leaped onto the street, his expression shifting between light and shadow. He silently watched the direction the man had gone, while several martial artists split into two groups and chased after him without stopping.

"Miss Han, let's go too." Bai Jueming noticed that Han Xueshan was still standing there, staring blankly at the spot where the man had left.

"Didn't you notice?" Han Xueshan asked somewhat stiffly.

"What?"

Han Xueshan shook her head, snapping out of her reverie. Looking into Bai Jueming's eyes, she spoke each word clearly: "That man is a Yin-Yang Master! At least a fifth-rank!"

"What did you say?!"

On the street, several Yin-Yang Masters under Hu Jinggu raised their arms and jogged to Hu Jinggu's side.

The leader of the Onmyoji was bent over, hands on his knees, panting heavily. The highest-ranking Onmyoji in this group was only seventh-grade; their bodies were still those of ordinary people, incapable of scaling walls or leaping across rooftops. They could only jog while chasing the enemy... what a disaster.

Once their breathing had stabilized, the Onmyoji began to report: "Master, after hearing the commotion of fighting on the street, we rushed over and saw two demons chasing a man in black. The two demons are the same two figures whose portraits were issued by our Onmyoji Hall, one male and one female."

"However, the two demons did not attack me upon seeing me, but instead chased after the man in black. Knowing I was no match for them, I hurriedly contacted you, Hall Master."

Hu Jinggu nodded slowly after hearing this. There was nothing wrong with what his men had done.

At this moment, a martial artist returned: "Reporting to the hall master, we failed to capture the two men in black. We chased them northwards, and when we were almost near the imperial city, the two men in black stopped breathing."

"Two?" Hu Jinggu turned his head with some doubt, and the Yin-Yang Master also looked puzzled.

The martial artist nodded in confirmation: "One man appeared to be covered in wounds and completely exhausted. He was being helped away by another man in black."

After a pause, the martial artist continued, "Who would have thought that the man in black could escape even while carrying another person? By the time we were almost near the imperial city, the two men's presence had vanished."

The implication was clear: that man was highly skilled and far beyond the capabilities of your bunch of weaklings, so don't blame us...

Hu Jinggu glanced at him sideways: "Can you roughly judge that person's strength?"

Because of the angle, Hu Jinggu didn't see the white mist in the black-clad man's hand. Otherwise, he would have been able to determine the man's cultivation system and approximate level.

The martial artist scratched his head somewhat sheepishly: "Well, we can't keep up with his speed... so it's hard to judge... but we can be sure he's above the fifth rank." Because he himself was a fifth rank...

Hu Jingu pinched his brow, feeling somewhat weak, and uttered a string of nonsense.

At this moment, another group of warriors who had been chasing the demon race turned back, their hands empty, clearly indicating that they had not gained anything.

Another martial artist stepped forward and reported succinctly, "Master, we've lost them."

Next comes the time to make excuses for yourself, such as the other party being too cunning, or that we received the message too late, etc.

Hu Jinggu, his face dark, finally ordered, "Give me a detailed report when you get back, and record the locations where you lost track of them."

Finally, he sighed helplessly. He knew that if he reported this to the Vice Hall Master tomorrow, he would likely receive a scolding from him.