The Aloof Lord's Mysterious Wife
Chapter 365: Two Souls Vie for One Birth

Chapter 365: Two Souls Vie for One Birth

Changying’s fear of Nanli was almost instinctual now. She was afraid that if she delayed even for a moment, Nanli would catch up to her. Without wasting time on the fire talisman, she directly used a teleportation talisman to hastily escape from Buqing Mountain.

She had no idea where she landed. She just ran forward aimlessly, wanting to put as much distance as possible between herself and Buqing Mountain, to prevent Nanli from catching up if she recovered quickly.

Seeing her cowardice, the Ancestral Master sighed repeatedly, "With disciples like you, I really feel ashamed."

Changying felt a dull pain in her dantian. Today, not only had she exhausted her vital energy, but she had also coughed up blood countless times. Her ability to hold on until now was purely due to her tough luck.

She gave the ball of light a disdainful look. "Easy for you to say, Ancestral Master. Even if you’re alive, I’m afraid you’re no match for Nanli."

The Ancestral Master snorted coldly. "Who says so? I’ve accumulated enough merits, and my soul has healed. It’s time for you to see how formidable I was when alive."

Changying had long guessed the Ancestral Master’s intentions. "But it’s not easy for the Ancestral Master to perform soul transference."

It required finding a suitable body.

Simple to say, but extremely difficult to achieve.

Not only did the astrological charts need to align, but the body also had to be suitable for possession. If not, the soul couldn’t fully integrate with the body, and it would decay like a corpse. Even with a soul transfer talisman, it could only sustain for a month or two. Occupying someone else’s body without integration would weaken one’s own soul, not a long-term solution.

The Ancestral Master smirked coldly. "Who said I want to perform soul transference?"

Those who died early due to bad destiny or died of old age with gray hair were not suitable candidates.

Changying suddenly realized and stopped in her tracks, staring wide-eyed. "Ancestral Master, are you planning to target an infant?"

"Exactly!" The Ancestral Master was excited. "Infants experience a great calamity upon birth, their souls are weak. I can take advantage of this weakness and take their place!"

Changying didn’t think this method was sinister, but after thinking about it, she said, "But then, Ancestral Master, once you become an infant, you won’t be of much use."

"More than ten years of patience, all for a glorious future!" The Ancestral Master didn’t think Changying had foresight. "When I grow up, I will definitely challenge Nanli."

Changying rolled her eyes. "Ancestral Master, isn’t it hard to find such an infant?"

"Last time I went to the Capital, I happened to come across an excellent fetus, the perfect candidate!"

Changying’s face changed drastically, hurriedly shaking her head. "The Capital? Isn’t that sending me to my death? Ancestral Master, forgive me for being unable to help!"

Now that she had already exposed her appearance, how could she dare to stroll around in the Capital? Did she want to live longer?

The Ancestral Master quickly blocked her path. "I helped you escape. Is this how you repay me? If you don’t help me this time, I’ll return to Buqing Mountain and tell the Ninth Princess where your treasury is!"

Changying could only retract her raised foot, grit her teeth, and forced a smile. "Ancestral Master, everything can be discussed. If you expose my treasury, we’ll both end up losers. If you want my help this time, I’ll do my best."

The Ancestral Master snorted. "Then go to the Capital now. You won’t be discovered by the Ninth Princess."

Changying took a deep breath and reluctantly said, "Alright, I’ll do as you say. But that excellent fetus... It wouldn’t be Xiao Wanyi’s child, would it?"

She had seen Xiao Wanyi before and knew that any child born to her would definitely be exceptional. If it was truly someone from the Chu family, she wouldn’t dare to do it.

"How could I be so foolish?" The Ancestral Master said, "Although Xiao Wanyi’s child is the best choice, it would undoubtedly be challenging the Ninth Princess first. I won’t take that risk."

"Then whose child is it?" Changying asked.

"It belongs to the wealthy Yuan family, so rest assured," the Ancestral Master replied.

Changying breathed a sigh of relief. If it was from a business family, it was highly likely that they had no connection with the Mansion of Marquis Anyang and the Ninth Princess. This matter wouldn’t be too difficult to handle.

She flicked her dusting brush and said, "Then I’ll do my best."

She just hoped that the Ancestral Master would inherit wealth and prosperity, and she could get a share of the silver later.

Buqing Mountain.

Nanli had just managed to press Chu Yang’s soul back into his body when she finally had a chance to look around. The female Taoist was nowhere to be seen. All that remained on the ground were the fragments of a broken restraining talisman.

Her three disciples had turned into dried corpses, bleeding from every orifice, clearly drained of their power and deceased.

Nanli scanned the surroundings but found no trace of their souls either. She thought to herself that Changying probably even absorbed and refined their souls, using them to break through her restraining talisman.

"To abandon the cart to save the commander, quite ruthless," Nanli remarked, looking at the three dried corpses without much emotion.

Firstly, they weren’t her own disciples. Secondly, with their souls gone, whether or not their bodies were buried had little impact.

What shocked and puzzled her was how the female Taoist, who was controlled by her restraining talisman just now, managed to absorb her disciples’ power?

Unable to figure out this question for the moment, she decided not to dwell on it. After all, catching the female Taoist once meant catching her a second time.

As for young master Zhao, his soul was even more fragmented. Even if Qiu Hai came, it would be impossible to reassemble and nurture his soul again.

Looking at the bloodstains on young master Zhao’s lips and the flesh he had bitten off, Nanli understood vaguely what had just happened. Yet, even so, she did not feel grateful. After all, without this brother and sister, her fourth brother would not have suffered this calamity. And young master Zhao was probably just trying to protect his sister.

Afterwards, Nanli used a messaging talisman to summon Master Zhao.

Master Zhao had been waiting anxiously at Flame Sect for news and was now finally hearing Nanli’s voice. He rushed over immediately.

"The Ninth Princess!" Master Zhao exclaimed, "Have you found that rebellious son?!"

Using the teleportation talisman for the first time, he was still a little unaccustomed, stumbling upon landing.

Nanli pointed to the side.

The torches were still lit, casting a eerie and terrifying glow on the makeshift wedding hall in the deep midnight.

Master Zhao’s heart skipped a beat as he hurried over and saw his son and a large coffin.

"Fu’er!"

He directly bypassed young master Zhao and went straight to the front of the coffin.

His daughter lay in the coffin, her face painted, somewhat eerie.

But Master Zhao was overwhelmed with sadness. His eyes moistened as he murmured "Fu’er" several times.

Turning his gaze to Chu Yang, he saw that although his complexion was somewhat pale, his face was pressed with copper coins, and there was still faint breathing. He sighed heavily with relief, wiped his eyes, and said:

"As long as Fourth Young Master is fine, I can die ten times over."

"But looking at Fourth Young Master’s weak appearance, Ninth Princess, I wonder what I and Flame Sect can do to compensate for the suffering he has endured."

Nanli raised an eyebrow, considering this a somewhat human response.

She replied, "It’s Fourth Brother who has suffered. When he wakes up, you can ask him yourself."