Ten Thousand Soul Banner: Deceased, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?
Chapter 159: The Wise College Student

Chapter 159: Chapter 159: The Wise College Student

"What’s wrong?"

Shen Siyuan was a bit surprised to see the girl with the round face staring at him blankly.

"Nothing... Nothing, greetings, Mr. Immortal." Yuan Xiaoying quickly stood up.

But because she got up too fast, and her body was too light, she floated upwards, only to quickly fall back down.

It left her flustered and all over the place, which suggested that she hadn’t been dead for long and still wasn’t used to her current state.

"Mr. Immortal, can you help me? Should I kneel and kowtow to you?"

Shen Siyuan shook his head with a slight chuckle, finding the round-faced girl before him not particularly bright.

For some reason, seeing her reminded him of Dou Dou; they both had a similarly silly and endearing look.

"What’s your name?" Shen Siyuan asked.

"Mr. Immortal, my name is Yuan Xiaoying." Yuan Xiaoying rushed to answer.

"My name is Shen, just call me Mr. Shen, I am not any kind of immortal," Shen Siyuan said.

"Hehe~, then you must be a Cultivator, right? Traveling thousands of miles in an instant with Sword Flight..."

Seeing how lively the girl was, completely different from the anxiety and bewilderment she had before, Shen Siyuan was quite astonished.

He directly interrupted her: "You wanted to see me because you have unfulfilled wishes, someone you want to see?"

Then she stopped laughing and her face turned to one of sorrow.

Tears as large as beans slid down her cheeks, falling to the ground, and then disappearing instantly.

Shen Siyuan was left speechless. Her rapid switch from laughter to tears was seamless, not requiring any time to build up emotion.

"I have a lot I want to say to my dad and mom, to Zhou Hanming..." she said while wiping her tears.

"How did you die?" Shen Siyuan inquired.

"Cancer," replied Yuan Xiaoying.

"From the diagnosis to your death, how long was that?" Shen Siyuan continued to ask.

Although Yuan Xiaoying was somewhat perplexed, she still answered, "Only three months."

"Three months wasn’t enough time for you to say all you wanted to them. Do you think the time I give you will be enough?"

Shen Siyuan didn’t really see much point in giving another chance to a dead soul who hadn’t made a sudden death and hadn’t been able to say their final goodbyes to their loved ones.

Yuan Xiaoying paused at these words, clearly understanding what Shen Siyuan meant.

She dabbed at her tears, then said, "Then... could I see my boyfriend? That’s Zhou Hanming, because I’m worried he might do something foolish."

Shen Siyuan was puzzled.

Yuan Xiaoying explained, "He’s already attempted suicide once. He was discovered in time and saved. This time he’s come to Bin Hai, saying he’s clearing his head, but I feel that he... he..."

"So that’s the situation. Then, I’ll give you one day. Use it to convince him properly; this is your only chance. If he still commits suicide afterward, then... perhaps it’s not a bad thing for you..."

"No, no..." Yuan Xiaoying hurriedly waved her hands.

"Being alive is better. Being a ghost may seem carefree, but it’s really too lonely. You can’t do anything, and also... it’s very dangerous..."

Right after she died, she didn’t realize how a stormy weather could rage outside. She nearly had her soul dispersed by a thunderbolt, and was blown far away by strong winds. It took her a long time to return to her family.

So sometimes, Shen Siyuan thought that little thing Dou Dou was quite lucky, staying safe and sound close to her parents for nearly two years.

Duoduo’s situation was different, protected by the umbrella.

Xiao Yue is another matter. She hasn’t been dead long and hasn’t experienced these things.

Since Shen Siyuan decided to help her, he didn’t waste any more words, after all, this was all about Merit.

With a thought, he summoned the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, formed a hand seal, and in the blink of an eye, absorbed her into the Soul Banner.

But when Shen Siyuan released her from the Ten Thousand Soul Banner...

Yuan Xiaoying’s eyes widened with terror as she stared at Shen Siyuan.

"What’s wrong?"

"Are you... a Demonic Cultivator? You’re a Demonic Cultivator, aren’t you?" Yuan Xiaoying trembled all over, her voice trembling with a cry.

"Don’t spout nonsense." Shen Siyuan scolded.

"But that was the Ten Thousand Soul Banner just now, wasn’t it? You’re the Banner Master, and I am your Fan Soul."

Yuan Xiaoying couldn’t hide the fear in her heart, yet due to her relationship as a Fan Soul, she couldn’t muster the slightest thought of resistance, even feeling an inexplicable sense of closeness.

Not all the dead souls Shen Siyuan had helped before were like little children, such as Dou Dou, or middle-aged and elderly people, and they had no idea what the Ten Thousand Soul Banner was.

But Yuan Xiaoying was different, as a college student of the new era, she had read plenty of immortal cultivation novels.

"Don’t talk nonsense, this is the Human Emperor Banner." Shen Siyuan said.

"Oh, I see, I’m sorry, sorry..." Yuan Xiaoying’s eyes lit up upon hearing this, and she hurriedly apologized to Shen Siyuan.

Logically, one would not easily believe Shen Siyuan, but who asked her to be Shen Siyuan’s Fan Soul? As the Banner Master, he had absolute control and sovereignty over her soul, so she would believe whatever he said without doubt.

This was also why the Ten Thousand Soul Banner was considered a supreme treasure of the Demon Path; it had a demonic nature. Once absorbed into the banner, it was like being stamped with a mental seal.

"Go on then, go fulfill your wish, I’ll give you one night’s time," Shen Siyuan waved his hand and said.

And so, Yuan Xiaoying whirled up in a gust of Yin Wind, soaring into the sky.

"Yooohooo..."

Shen Siyuan: ...

Is she crazy?

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Zhou Hanming sat by the seaside, watching the sun about to sink into the sea.

The sea water was dyed orange-yellow, several seagulls soared in the air, the waves crashed against the beach making sounds, and a few cruise ships in the distance appeared and disappeared, coated in a layer of golden hue.

With such a beautiful scene, Zhou Hanming’s eyes, however, we’re unfocused.

The Sea Wind blew over from the sea, gently brushing his face, bringing a touch of moisture, but it did not make him unfold his furrowed brows.

Zhou Hanming was lost in confusion. He couldn’t understand why he had suddenly lost Yuan Xiaoying.

He had even planned out their entire future, but before he could start, everything had already ended.

In a daze, he felt as if he was in a dream, and did not know when the nightmare would end.

His left hand gently stroked the scars on his right wrist, rough to the touch, constantly reminding him that everything was not a dream.

Maybe in others’ eyes, Yuan Xiaoying was just a bright and straightforward ordinary girl.

But in Zhou Hanming’s eyes, she was his once bright moon.

When she protected him behind her, he felt as if she herself was glowing.

Zhou Hanming’s family was not great; his father sold vegetables in the market, and his mother ran off with someone early, so lacking love since he was young, he was introverted and timid. He knew that studying was his only way out, so he worked hard to change his own fate.

But for a child, the process was too long and too torturous.

Until he met Yuan Xiaoying, she and her parents, gave him love and warmth he never had before.

Yuan Xiaoying was the sun in his life, making him look forward to and hope for every moment...

But when the sun falls, shrouded in darkness, he was enveloped by a bone-chilling cold, his life had lost direction...

Without Yuan Xiaoying, what was the meaning of his existence?

"Hey, don’t look so lifeless; it’s not a good look..."

A voice sounded in Zhou Hanming’s ear, as if breaking through the darkness before his eyes.

He turned his head mechanically, unbelievingly.