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Heading southeast, we encountered a few minor troubles along the way, but nothing particularly dangerous. Throughout the journey, White Soul rarely took action. I had been keeping an eye on him, curious about his race and abilities. Unfortunately, I couldn't discern anything.
"Stop."
It seemed we had reached our destination.
It was just an ordinary village, with a massive sign at the entrance that had wild and imposing characters, exuding an air of disdain for the masses. The three characters on it read "Holy Spirit Village."
I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease; in this ruthless underworld where the strong preyed on the weak without any rules, naming a place "Holy Soul" seemed rather pretentious.
At the entrance stood two guards, their skin slightly yellowish, resembling Easterners in both appearance and stature. Despite having spent so long in the underworld and encountering many races, I had never met anyone so similar to humans, even down to their aura.
From my instincts, they were not weak; what kind of place was this where even the gatekeepers were so formidable?
"Please Swiftly leave; our village does not welcome outsiders." The tone was cold and left no room for refusal.
Ah, that tone was comparable to that of a wild ghost. I turned to glance at the silent wild ghost beside me and smirked; he still looked the same as ever.
"Have you forgotten who I am?"
I was taken aback; that voice belonged to White Soul?
I saw White Soul leisurely walk from the back to the front, still with his eyes closed but wearing a very displeased expression.
"You... how could you come back?" one of the guards stammered, his voice filled with fear as he dropped his weapon, as if speaking to White Soul would lead to his demise.
White Soul was from here? But why did he seem so strange? Moreover, he actually spoke?
"Step aside," White Soul said lightly.
"Hurry, report to the leader. Just say, just say that Fourth Young Master has returned." Another guard remained relatively calm, pulling his companion along and then walking in front of us.
"Fourth Young Master, please."
White Soul stopped speaking, and everyone followed the guard as we slowly walked toward the Village.
The continuous mountain peaks and gently flowing streams surrounded us as we made our way around the mountains. It felt remarkably peaceful here, completely devoid of the deadly sense of danger that permeated the underworld.
At a glance, the place was neither too big nor too small, seemingly housing less than a thousand families. Perhaps this was indeed a paradise away from the underworld; suddenly, I thought of Holy Soul.
Indeed, there was no trace of Eerie Energy here. The two guards earlier also emitted an aura that was nothing like the ominous presence of the rebellious spirits or Silver Moon.
I finally understood how White Soul and Flower Tears were different. From the moment I first saw them, I had not sensed their coldness; it turned out they came from this place.
The deeper we went, the more it felt like this place was nothing like the underworld. There seemed to be a lingering aura of light, like a protective shield guarding this area. It seemed that this place was indeed extraordinary.
We passed by a large white building with three stories. It stood out prominently since there were no nearby residences.
"What is this place?" I stopped to ask.
"Miss, this is the ancestral hall of Holy Spirit Village. Only the clan leader can enter; it is a forbidden area for our clan," the guard replied simply, emphasizing "forbidden." I understood his meaning and did not ask further as we continued on our way.
It reminded me of Dream City when I accidentally stumbled into a forbidden area and encountered Nine Charm. It seemed this forbidden area would not be so simple either, and I sensed that there was something we were looking for inside.
Silver Moon seemed to understand my thoughts and gave me a knowing glance. I nodded lightly. Sigh, when did we become so in sync?
It appeared that we had entered the residential area of this village, but the situation was not very good. Everyone looked at us with wary eyes, especially upon seeing White Soul—fear, surprise, disgust, and even hatred?
I really don't understand. From the way the guards refer to White Soul, his status should be quite high, so why is it like this?
We stopped in front of an old mansion, with a plaque above the entrance that matched the characters on the main door, reading "Bai Residence". A middle-aged man stood outside; he looked ordinary, but the aura he exuded clearly indicated he was a strong individual.
“Fourth Young Master, the clan leader is inside.”
Seeing that White Soul did not respond, he turned to us and introduced himself.
“I am the steward here; you can call me Uncle Zhong.” His tone was friendly, and he wore a smile, showing no signs of anything amiss.
We followed him into the hall, where we saw a handsome man with a serious expression sitting inside. He appeared to be around the same age as the steward, and the blue gem in his right ear hinted at his age. It seemed he was the clan leader.
“I am Yin Yue.” Yin Yue spoke first, his tone respectful.
“Ah, welcome Demon Prince.” The man seemed to soften a bit, and I also breathed a sigh of relief.
“I have come with my companions to seek something.” Yin Yue stated his purpose directly, which was indeed the right approach; hiding it would only raise suspicions.
“May I ask what you are looking for, Your Highness?”
“A Life Stone. It can save lives.”
The clan leader paused for a moment and said, “To be honest, Your Highness, I do not know what the Life Stone you speak of is. I have some understanding of the current situation in the Underworld. If you need help, we will certainly do our best. However, Holy Spirit Village does not usually interfere in external matters; I hope you can understand.”
“I have always admired the clan leader of Holy Spirit Village, who has remained unaffected by the chaos in the Underworld.”
“In the past, I studied alongside your father at Demon Emperor Silver Hall, and we were considered brothers in arms. I will remember our past friendship. This time, I agree to let you stay until you find what you need; however, please leave afterward without disrupting our rules here.”
“Of course, thank you very much, clan leader.” Yin Yue did not mind the clan leader's eagerness to draw boundaries; instead, he smiled. It seemed this clan leader was quite a character as well.
The hall was silent.
The clan leader slowly spoke, "I heard that you can talk now."
This was directed at White Soul, but White Soul paid him no mind.
The clan leader frowned and looked at the guard beside him, the one who had dropped his weapon in fear of White Soul earlier.
"Indeed, just now Fourth Young Master spoke to me. I... I am not dead."
What? Did he think White Soul was a monster? Would speaking lead to death? I looked at the guard in disbelief.
"White Soul, you can speak now?" The clan leader asked again, his tone revealing impatience.
White Soul still did not respond.
As time passed, the entire hall fell into silence, creating a very awkward atmosphere. The clan leader's expression darkened significantly; he gripped the armrest of his chair tightly, as if he could crush it at any moment.
Finally, he erupted, "Hmph! How did I end up with such a beast like you? You caused your mother's death. Now that you dare to return, are you planning to continue destroying Holy Spirit Village?!"
His furious roar startled me. What secret did White Soul hold?
"Shut up! My mother was killed by you! It was you all! I told you before, I will destroy this place sooner or later. You are not my father; you are the clan leader of Holy Spirit Village. You are Bai Qingtian."
Hearing White Soul speak so much for the first time, I finally sensed something wrong with him. The aura emitted by each of his words was terrifying; every sound felt like a venomous dart aimed at life itself. Each word seemed to threaten lives more than Dark Song did, conveying an intent to take lives without hesitation.
"Clan leader, be careful!" The steward shouted.
Surprisingly, the clan leader took three steps back, clutching his chest as if injured. Meanwhile, White Soul staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground.
What on earth is going on? Everything is in chaos!
Flower Tears ran to White Soul's side and shouted at me, "Xi Meng, hurry, make White Soul stop talking, please!"
I was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted and rushed to White Soul's side, covering his mouth and softly saying, "White Soul, take a break, don't speak anymore."
Beside us, White Soul was still struggling, his eyes tightly shut. Silver Moon and Against Heaven hurried over, along with the Wild Ghost, who directly lifted White Soul. The butler quickly led the way until we stopped in a courtyard far from the hall and said, "Young masters and young ladies, please stay here for now. Fourth Young Master, we ask you to keep him calm; do not let him speak again until his emotions stabilize."
After saying that, he hurried back towards the hall.
Gradually, White Soul seemed to calm down a bit. Flower Tears remained by his side, trembling all over. Why was she so scared?
Flower Tears looked at me with vacant eyes, seemingly helpless. She shakily approached me and suddenly knelt down, saying, "Please, Xi Meng, help White Soul, help me."
Flower Tears' action startled me greatly. I quickly helped her up and said, "Sister, don't do this. Just tell me what you need; I will definitely help you."
Flower Tears stood up and looked at Against Heaven, Silver Moon, and the Wild Ghost, saying, "I'm counting on you." Then she pulled me aside and said firmly, "Let's talk outside."
But I felt afraid because I sensed an aura of giving up everything...
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