Yin Yang Soul Searcher

"Master, you were looking for me?" Cheng Yanbing entered the room, twirling her sword.

Qiao Shou sat on a futon, his body concealed by a wide black robe, a whisk resting in his arm. Seeing his eldest disciple's actions, he asked疑惑地问道, "What are you doing with a sword?"

"This is a newly forged longsword of mine. I was just about to show you what the material is like." With that, Cheng Yanbing swung the longsword, its tip aimed straight at Qiao Shoumen's face. It almost made a sonic boom.

Qiao Shou's forehead veins throbbed; hadn't he hit him in three days?

The whisk at his arm flew up on its own, swirling around the longsword as it slowly landed on Qiao Shou's black robe.

Before Cheng Yanbing could react, Fuchen circled around behind him and struck him hard without any mercy.

Ah! A donkey bray came from inside the room.

"Master, I was just joking with you. Stop hitting me, stop hitting me." Cheng Yanbing leaned against a pillar, facing the whisk, sweat pouring down his face from the pain.

He remained silent, only relentlessly whipping and lashing.

Qiao Shou looked at the long sword on the black robe, his cloudy eyes brightening for once. He could tell its quality was extraordinary without even touching it.

"How did you forge this? It seems to be of better quality than other swords." If the cost is not high, it could be used on a large scale for military purposes.

Although this disciple dislikes weapon crafting, he always takes the tasks assigned to him seriously. Not bad, not bad.

"Master, I'll talk, I'll talk! Make it stop! Someone's going to die!" Cheng Yanbing shouted.

Qiao Shou was very satisfied, but he snorted coldly and stopped whipping the horsetail whisk: "You disrespectful brat."

Cheng Yanbing hugged her arm, wincing in pain, "I told you I was just joking with you..."

"This method was told to me by Bai Jueming. He said that short videos inspired him."

"Bai Jueming?" Qiao Shou clearly didn't recognize the person.

"It was the clue he found in my dream that led me to the Imperial Preceptor's lost elixir. He's an Onmyoji." Cheng Yanbing shrugged. "Although the Yin-Yang Palace ultimately failed to catch the mastermind."

"Bai Jueming. Bai, Jue, Ming," Qiao frowned and thought for a moment, then asked, "And who is behind the short video?"

Cheng Yanbing said he didn't know either; it could be a person, or it could be a book. Qiao Shou didn't investigate further.

"I called you here because I have something else to tell you." The whisk returned to Qiao Shou's arm: "In a small town on the outskirts of the capital, many people have been poisoned by miasma. Go and help treat them."

"The imperial court has already sent many doctors over, but there are still not enough people. Go to the warehouse and bring some herbs to help with the treatment."

"Master, where did this miasma come from?" Cheng Yanbing asked, puzzled. "Isn't miasma only found in the Tuyun Mountains? How could it travel this far? This is clearly someone poisoning the people in the town!"

"The Yin-Yang Palace hasn't started investigating this matter yet, but saving lives is the priority right now. Go there immediately," Qiao Shou instructed.

"Alright." Cheng Yanbing turned to leave.

"Wait a minute." Qiao Shou called out to Cheng Yanbing, then closed his eyes and pondered for a moment: "Take your junior sister with you."

Cheng Yanbing looked at his master with some confusion, then glanced at the sun outside. It wasn't rising in the west, was it? Why had his master changed his personality?

He's always scolding me, complaining that I'm letting my junior sister goofing off and that I push all the work onto her as a tool. Why is he asking me to take her along today?

Who cares? It's better to have someone help me. Cheng Yanbing didn't ask why, she just nodded happily and walked out of the room.

The door closed, and Qiao Shou thought of the pills he had asked Cheng Yanbing to refine to cure the miasma poison. At the time, he just didn't want to see a scene of many people rushing into the city to fight for herbs again. He didn't expect that they would come in handy by accident.

Then Qiao looked at the long sword in front of him and pondered the name Bai Jueming. Was his surname Bai?

Shortly after Cheng Yanbing left, a person wearing a demon mask quietly walked out from behind Qiao Shou.

Inside the Yin-Yang Hall.

With nothing to do all afternoon, Bai Jueming quietly meditated and cultivated himself for the rest of the day.

The sun was already setting.

Jia Qingshan lay listlessly on the table, his initial excitement completely gone after just one afternoon: "Brother Bai, is all the work at your Yin-Yang Palace this boring?"

He had originally thought that after arriving at the Yin-Yang Palace, he could help solve cases, investigate crimes, and catch murderers. He thought it would be very exciting, but he ended up spending the whole afternoon resting in his room. How boring!

Isn't this kind of life good enough? Do I have to transform into Conan and film an episode at your house?

Bai Jueming couldn't understand the thoughts of these wicked rich people. He could only say one thing: money can't cure boredom!

"If all investigators could rest like this, the Great Xia would be at peace." Bai Jueming shook his head and prepared to go home.

"What you're saying makes a lot of sense," Jia Qingshan nodded.

After the two left the room, they saw a fat old man dressed in black and white clothes coming to the entrance of Zhengshan Hall.

Bai Jueming squinted at him; he recognized him from before. Back then, Jia Qingshan wanted to prove the pill case had nothing to do with his family, but Brother Shan, after being reminded by Bai Jueming, didn't dare to ask questions in his dream.

Finally, it was this eunuch who came to report to Brother Shan, saying that Brother Shan should clear Jia Qingshan's name. The appearance of this fat eunuch represented the Grand Preceptor's intentions. What happened now?

Inside the room, Li Zhengshan was somewhat surprised to see the portly eunuch arrive; this was someone sent by the Imperial Advisor. He quickly got up to greet him.

"Eunuch Zhang," Li Zhengshan approached, "Does the Imperial Preceptor have any instructions?"

The eunuch, addressed as Eunuch Zhang, smiled, his fat face almost squeezing together: "There is something I need to trouble Master Li with."

"Don't mention the trouble, Father-in-law, you're too kind," Li Zhengshan said with a smile.

"This morning, the court received news that many people in a small town on the outskirts of the capital had simultaneously developed symptoms of miasma poisoning. The Imperial Advisor has instructed me to send several hall masters to investigate."

"Miasma poisoning at the same time? Is someone poisoning us?" Li Zhengshan frowned, his brows furrowed like black maggots.

Upon hearing about miasma poisoning, Li Zhengshan immediately thought of Yang Yongyuan, the Minister of Works, who had died from miasma poisoning. That incident, he believed, was orchestrated by the demon race to threaten Lianzhu, the courtesan of Qingyue Tower.

Now there is another large-scale outbreak of miasma poisoning among the people, which is very likely the work of the demon race. What are they trying to do?

"I don't know either. I'm just relaying a message from the Imperial Advisor. Isn't it necessary for Hall Master Li to investigate?" Eunuch Zhang said, "The Craftsmen's Hall has already sent its eldest disciple, Cheng Yanbing, to treat the people. Hall Master Li, please don't delay any longer."

"Alright, I'll set off to investigate now. Am I going alone?" Li Zhengshan clasped his hands in acceptance, a question nagging at him: Shouldn't this kind of thing be arranged by the Deputy Hall Master? How did it become Eunuch Zhang's responsibility?

"Of course not, I also called two other hall masters, so you'll have someone to look out for you if anything happens. They're already waiting outside."

Eunuch Zhang offered an explanation, then continued, "Master Li, please be careful while investigating the case. We've delivered the message; we're waiting for your good news."

"it is good."

Not long after Bai Jueming saw Eunuch Zhang off, Brother Shan changed his clothes and walked out of the hall.

Bai Jueming leaned forward and asked, "Brother Shan, what happened?"

"A small town has experienced a large-scale outbreak of miasma poisoning. The Craftsmen's Hall has sent Cheng Yanbing to treat the people. The three of us leaders will be going to investigate for a few days, so you don't need to go." Li Zhengshan finished speaking succinctly and left.

After watching Li Zhengshan leave, Bai Jueming stroked his chin. The large-scale miasma poisoning was most likely the work of the demon race again. What exactly are these demons trying to achieve by endlessly harming people?

Who cares? The sect leader is handling the case personally, saving me the trouble. Improving my own strength is the most important thing!

Thinking of this, Bai Jueming sensed the soul power in his body. He had been cultivating for almost the entire day. Could he find someone to test his soul power on?

Thinking of this, Bai Jueming returned to the room. Jia Qingshan had already left, and only Han Xueshan was meditating and cultivating in the room.

Han Xueshan glanced at it and, upon recognizing Bai Jueming, silently began meditating and cultivating again.

Bai Jueming sat on the stool, deep in thought. According to Brother Shan, if he used his soul power to put a cultivator of the same rank to sleep for three breaths, it would mean that he had advanced to the seventh rank.

This tomboy is stronger than me, so my sleep-inducing skill probably won't work on her. But I don't have a suitable candidate right now. Should I give it a try?

Young people, be brave and do it!

Bai Jueming casually shifted his position, turning his back to Han Xueshan.

A wisp of black soul power quietly appeared in his hand, forming a vortex. As Bai Jueming continued to accumulate power, the soul power in his hand grew larger and larger, and the vortex became bigger and bigger.

In order to achieve a successful strike, Bai Jueming completely emptied his body of all its reserves, leaving not a single drop.

He glanced back at Han Xue, whose features were exquisite, and saw her cultivating with her eyes closed. Bai Jueming silently channeled his soul power into her.

Han Xueshan, who was quietly cultivating, suddenly felt an intense drowsiness. Then, as if her head had lost its support, she nodded heavily.

This action instantly snapped Han Xueshan out of her daze, her sharp features filled with wariness: "Who is it?"

"Not even three breaths, not even half a breath has passed." This was Bai Jueming's last thought before he fell into a deep sleep. He then slumped heavily onto the table, his body completely drained.

It took about half an incense stick's time for Bai Jueming to slowly wake up.

Then he was surprised to find himself slumped over the desk, the office was locked, and Han Xueshan was closing the window.

It was sunset, and she stood in the orange light streaming through the window, her body turned to the side, showing only half of Bai Jueming's face. Her sharply defined jawline looked as if it had been meticulously sculpted.

This scene was exactly the same as the day I was beaten.

Bai Jueming opened his mouth, wanting to cry for help, but found that another talisman had appeared inside his body. He couldn't speak.

When Han Xueshan woke up, she found traces of soul power invading her body. Turning around, she saw Bai Jueming sleeping unconscious on the table. Based on her understanding of Yin-Yang Masters, she instantly realized what had happened.

After all, this is the Yin-Yang Palace; it's impossible for someone to sneak in just to launch a sneak attack.

Han Xueshan walked up to Bai Jueming with a nonchalant smile on her face: "Since you made the first move, don't blame me."

"I can explain," Bai Jueming cried out in his heart!

Han Xueshan threw him over her shoulder.

Let my fist do the talking!