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Peng Bai, who had seemingly died on the ground, suddenly sprang up, brushing off the dust from his clothes. "So, how was my performance? Pretty top-notch, right?"
Qiqi frowned and replied, "I really don't understand. You clearly want to return Liu Linglang to Wei Ning, so why go through all this trouble and make me play along with your little act?"
Peng Bai grinned mischievously. "You just don't get it. This kid is clever; if I simply handed Liu Linglang over empty-handed, he would definitely think I was tricking him. Plus, he believes I'm dead now, which makes things easier for me in the future. If Wei Xian Gui also thinks I'm dead, then my operations can move underground—enemies in the light and me in the dark. Isn't that great?"
Qiqi coldly responded, "Do you think everyone in this world is like you, measuring others with your own standards?"
Peng Bai sighed. "Wei Ning is my blade, and Liu Linglang is the sharpest edge of that blade. After ten years of honing this sword of vengeance, I've sharpened Wei Ning to a fine point, just waiting for Wei Xian Gui to stick his head out."
Qiqi remarked, "No wonder you are so kind to help Wei Ning by giving him the Yin-Yang Eye and protecting Liu Linglang through her tribulation. Then you put on such a poor show to return Liu to him. It seems you've long regarded Wei Ning as a tool for your revenge; you've been using him all along."
Peng Bai narrowed his eyes. "Don't put it so harshly; we’re just taking what we need... Wei Xian Gui won't let go of the last Undying Bone of the Wei Family. However, since Wei Ning is the last bloodline of the Wei Family, Wei Xian Gui will surely consider this point. In my view, Wei Ning is the only flaw in Wei Xian Gui's plan. Once he has a flaw—no matter how small—if I catch it, his death will be imminent."
A dreamy look crossed Peng Bai's face as he continued, "Wei Xian Gui, oh Wei Xian Gui, even if you have Thirteen Blood Corpses and your skills are profound, in the end, you'll still be drinking my bathwater. Three years—just three years—until it's Wei Ning's year of calamity and our final duel."
Qiqi frowned again. "With Wei Ning's abilities, he can't even handle the five Blood Corpses you've refined; how can he possibly deal with Wei Xian Gui who left you battered?"
Peng Bai revealed a mysterious expression. "The answer lies with that clever little spirit. I will seal his primordial spirit for three years; during this time, he will be no different from an ordinary child. But once those three years are up and his curse is lifted, the realm he can reach will be unfathomable. By then, with five Poisoned Corpses, Liu Linglang, and my dutiful son by my side—heh heh—I think that should be enough for Old Ghost Wei to drink from a jug."
A vengeful glint shone in Peng Bai's eyes. "The day I forge this sharpest blade of vengeance will be the day I take Wei Xian Gui's head."
Qiqi interjected sharply, "I don't care what you're planning, but I want you to know that if I find out you're trying to harm Wei Ning, I won't let you off."
Peng Bai sighed and said, "Qiqi, I'm not you. Did you see how that guy treated you just now? He clearly has no regard for you... Yet you still defend him. I really don't understand you..."
Qiqi replied, "This is my own business; it has nothing to do with you."
Peng Bai spoke softly, "Qiqi, even though you're not my biological daughter, I've always regarded you as my own..."
Qiqi interrupted him, "Stop right there. I'm glad I'm not your biological daughter."
Peng Bai glanced at the Yin-Yang Boy in the glass jar, cleared his throat, and said, "That's not what I meant... I just think he doesn't deserve your kindness. He's nothing but an ungrateful wretch. Look at how he treated you earlier; I couldn't stand it. I advise you to forget about this ingrate as soon as possible."
Qiqi retorted, "Just focus on dealing with Wei Xian Gui. My matters are none of your concern, alright?"
Peng Bai was taken aback by Qiqi's sharp words and could only laugh awkwardly, "Fine, I'm getting old. The mindset of your generation is beyond my understanding. Yes, I'll just mind my own business and eat my own meals. Your affairs don't require me to meddle. People say that Gu Masters are infatuated; I didn't understand it before, but now I guess I've experienced it."
With that, Peng Bai swayed as he left the basement.
Wei Ning was preoccupied with thoughts of Ding Ying, who was detained at Dragon Tiger Mountain. He hurried along the way, making several turns until he finally arrived at a town at the foot of Dragon Tiger Mountain. Knowing there were likely spies from Dragon Tiger Mountain around, he dared not take the main road and wandered through the nearby hills for a while until darkness began to fall before heading toward Dragon Tiger Mountain.
The moonlight at midnight was bright as autumn water. Such a beautiful spring night felt so serene. The night had just begun; a few wisps of light clouds had already vanished without a trace. Looking up at the mountaintop, the usually magnificent and imposing main hall of Dragon Tiger Mountain was eerily silent, not even a single night owl could be heard, let alone any guards. A man in black quietly slipped through the spring night. After rushing for a while and needing to discern his direction, he paused briefly—it was Wei Ning.
He looked up to see the moon shining brightly like water; the wind stirred the clouds majestically. From under the eaves looking down into the courtyard below, it was eerily quiet and coldly solemn. Holding a compass in his hand, Wei Ning stealthily advanced until he reached a dilapidated courtyard that had long been abandoned and seemed untouched for ages. Ensuring no one was following him, Wei Ning crouched down and took out a Peace Bowl, incense candles, offerings, and other items from his pack to set up a Soul Summoning Array.
Similar to the Soul Summoning Array Wei Ning had used with Qiqi on Yunmeng Mountain, it wasn't long before the rim of the white bowl began to disappear until only dark blood remained on the ground. The blood inside the bowl grew thicker and began to solidify into a Blood Clot that gradually rose into mid-air. The Blood Clot slowly formed into a human-like outline that became clearer and eventually took shape as an Old Woman.
Wei Ning stared into the woman's eyes and said in a low voice, "Tell me, has there been any new death energy recently?"
The woman nodded. At this moment, the ghost could not converse with the Yang person. Wei Ning continued, "Where?"
A fresh red Blood Clot slowly softened and fell to the ground, rolling to form several blood-red characters: "In the Demon Suppression Bottle."
"Who has the Demon Suppression Bottle?"
"Lin Lingsu."
Wei Ning inhaled sharply. Although he knew this journey was fraught with danger, what worried him most was having to face someone he did not want to confront.
But now, he had no choice but to face it.
Wei Ning waved his hand, his expression somewhat dejected, signaling that the female ghost could leave.
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