Chapter 132: Dao Companion? Luring the Dog In to Kill?
Pure soul light, resembling a sky full of scattered stars, drifted slowly from Xiao Yifeng’s body. He stood motionless, eyes vacant, hands hanging limp at his sides—an empty shell bereft of its spirit.
"He actually erased his own Three Souls on his own initiative. What a ruthless man. Yet, also a devoted lover," Daoist Qingxu sighed, a mix of admiration and opportunism in his voice.
In his view, the current Xiao Yifeng was nothing more than a biological vessel containing only the Seven Po—the corporeal souls responsible for preserving memory and bodily function.
To prove his sincerity and facilitate the possession, the boy had actively destroyed his own spiritual essence. It was now a pristine, unoccupied sanctuary, waiting for a new master.
Hearing this, tears streamed down Su Miaoqing’s face like rain. A thousand words and regrets choked her throat, but it was too late. Xiao Yifeng was gone, leaving behind only that final, heart-wrenching monologue carved into her memory.
Daoist Qingxu looked between the sobbing Su Miaoqing and the catatonic Xiao Yifeng, momentarily caught in a dilemma. Xiao Yifeng was undoubtedly the safer vessel, but Su Miaoqing’s potential was higher.
If he seized Su Miaoqing, exposure would mean relentless, life-or-death pursuit by her father, Su Qianyi. Moreover, inhabiting a female body still sparked a deep, instinctual resistance in him.
Then, a brilliant, twisted possibility struck him.
If I seize Xiao Yifeng’s body and erase Su Miaoqing’s memory of this event...
With Xiao Yifeng’s Seven Po to stabilize the integration, he could mimic the boy perfectly. He could return to Wuya Hall as a prodigy, eventually reclaiming his position as Hall Master. The potential of Xiao Yifeng’s body—capable of cultivating three top-tier techniques simultaneously—was limitless.
Even better, he would gain the perfect Dao Companion.
Yes... Su Miaoqing.
A Dao Companion who was the reincarnation of an Undead Bird. Just thinking about dual cultivating with such a being was thrilling. Judging by her reaction, her affection for Xiao Yifeng ran deep, perhaps deeper than she realized. If he became Xiao Yifeng, that affection would belong to him.
The more he thought about it, the more perfect the plan seemed. He threw his head back and burst into laughter.
Seeing Su Miaoqing trying to speak through her tears, Qingxu, in his excellent mood, flicked a finger to release the restriction on her voice.
"This kid really is a devoted lover," he chuckled. "Gifting me a heaven-sent fated chance for nothing."
"Kill me," Su Miaoqing sobbed, her voice hollow. "Otherwise, my father won't let you go. Anyway, with Xiao Feng dead, I don't want to live either."
"I couldn't bear to kill you, and your father won't kill me either," Daoist Qingxu laughed heartily. "Once I seize this kid’s body, I'll simply erase a few of your memories. With your feelings for him, you'll be mine. In the future, I'll have an Undead Bird for a Dao Companion!"
Su Miaoqing’s heart plummeted into the abyss. "How can you be so shameless?! Kill me! I’d rather die!"
The horror of it washed over her—losing her memories, mistaking this monster for her beloved Xiao Feng, and marrying him... It was a fate worse than death.
"That’s not up to you!"
Daoist Qingxu wasted no more time. His soul form shot out of his elderly body, transforming into a streak of red light that dove straight into Xiao Yifeng’s forehead.
Zoom!
Entering Xiao Yifeng’s body, Qingxu found the interior vast and boundless. This kid’s Sea of Consciousness is incredible, he thought, ecstatic. I truly found a treasure!
He flew toward the depths of the consciousness, intent on claiming the throne of the mind.
As he advanced, he noticed a blinding brilliance ahead. In the center of the majestic, golden sea, a Green Lotus swayed gently, shedding rays of clear, purifying radiance.
"What is this? A Green Lotus in the Sea of Consciousness?! What kind of phenomenon is this?! This kid is extraordinary by nature!"
His excitement mounted as he scanned the area. Suddenly, he spotted a soul contract floating near the lotus.
"A Divine Artifact Master Recognition Contract?!" he exclaimed in shock.
Divine Artifacts were exceedingly rare. Even Wuya Hall only had the Ink Snow Sword, and he had merely signed a Sword Spirit contract with it. But this... this was a full Master Recognition Contract. And strangely, it hadn't dissipated with the boy's death.
Was it waiting for me?
Qingxu laughed maniacally. "Heaven-born phenomenon! Divine Artifact contract! Unification of three teachings! Phoenix Dao Companion! Hahahaha! No matter how heaven-defying your luck was, boy, it all belongs to this poor Daoist now!"
"Ancestor Master Qingxu, why are you laughing so happily?"
A cool, mocking voice drifted from behind him.
"If Ancestor Master knew I also have a Mahayana stage Dao Companion in here... wouldn't you laugh even harder?"
Startled, Qingxu spun around.
Standing not far away was Xiao Yifeng, looking perfectly intact. Beside him stood a stunning woman in a red dress, her arms crossed, looking at Qingxu as if he were a complete idiot.
"You're still alive! How is that possible?! Didn't you disperse your Three Souls?!"
Daoist Qingxu was thunderstruck. He had scanned Xiao Yifeng repeatedly before entering. He was certain the soul had shattered.
"Dispersed they were, but they weren't my Three Souls," Xiao Yifeng smirked. "I merely dispersed the soul of a Golden Core ghost I had in stock."
To lure this old fox in, Xiao Yifeng had delivered the performance of a lifetime, acting the part of the tragic lover so well he almost moved himself to tears.
He had bargained with the sword spirit, Zhan Xian, for ages before she agreed to help. She had separated his soul components, hiding his true essence deep within the sword while he sacrificed a captured ghost soul to mimic the dispersal. To sell the deception, he had even severed a sliver of his own soul light to match the aura.
He had been hiding inside the sword, blind to the outside world, terrified that a single slip-up would reveal his presence. He only emerged when Qingxu walked right into the trap.
The price? He now owed Zhan Xian a hundredfold repayment. Black-hearted woman, he cursed internally. But at least I'm alive.
"The Zhan Xian Demonic Sword!" Qingxu’s face went pale as he recognized the aura. His own master, Wuyazi, had died by this very blade.
Luring the dog in to kill? Closing the door to beat the dog?
Realization dawned on him. He had walked straight into a kill box.
"Kid, you are indeed cunning!" Qingxu blustered, trying to mask his fear with arrogance. "But this is a battle of souls! This old man is a Mahayana expert! Even with Zhan Xian, do you think you can win? This body is mine!"
"A mere Mahayana remnant soul dares to bark?" Xiao Yifeng laughed viciously. "In my Sea of Consciousness, even a Tribulation Transcendence Demon Lord has perished. I don't mind adding a Mahayana ghost to the pile!"
Xiao Yifeng flexed his will, forcing out a distinct, terrifying aura from the depths of his soul.
"Mo Tianqing?! You are Mo Tianqing?!" Daoist Qingxu shrieked, his composure shattering completely.
"Zhan Xian, beat him up!" Xiao Yifeng roared, pointing a finger at the old man. "Beat this undying fossil until he wishes he were dead! But don't kill him yet—I want to grind his bones to dust and use his soul as a lantern!"
Zhan Xian rolled her eyes at him but obeyed. She transformed into a streak of crimson light, pouncing on Daoist Qingxu with predatory glee.
Xiao Yifeng joined the fray, conjuring Soul-Severing Awls and launching a barrage of mental attacks.