Chapter 611: Minghe’s Mysterious Spell! Ghostlure Incense! Kind-Hearted Tian Xiaoling! Resolved Grievances!

He pondered briefly, deciding not to seek out the little girl to verify the story. Gaoling County was neither large nor tiny, and finding a small beggar girl wouldn’t be easy.

Li Yanchu made up his mind: he would simply keep his eyes on this Lady Hu and see what tricks she might pull!

Time passed, and night fell. Lady Hu had neither manifested her divine power again nor caused any disturbances. She was just like the deity of any ordinary, prosperous temple, perfectly natural and unremarkable.

Li Yanchu also could not use the Golden Radiance Crown’s powers indefinitely. During this time, he withdrew, finding a teahouse on the street. He ordered a pot of fine tea from a servant and sat nearby, waiting.

He had the Sun Veil, which could hide his aura; in other words, it lowered his presence so he could observe unnoticed.

People with shallow cultivation would have their memories erased on the spot. Of course, it could only erase memories related to Li Yanchu himself.

Gaoling County had a curfew. At this time, the sky was darkening, and it was gradually approaching curfew hour. Especially since Donglin Prefecture had just experienced war, the curfew had been moved up by an hour.

Li Yanchu stood to leave, when he suddenly noticed a ragged little girl lingering outside the Fox Immortal Lady Temple.

𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Something about her looked strange. Li Yanchu’s eyes glowed with divine light as he activated Spirit Eyes.

Originally, the little girl appeared just like any ordinary beggar. But now, in Li Yanchu’s vision, she had blood flowing from all seven orifices; her death was horrifying!

“A restless spirit?” Li Yanchu was momentarily stunned.

Although her seven orifices were bleeding, it didn’t mean she looked like this before dying. Only restless spirits appeared this way. When their grudges and resentment were heavy, their souls took on this tragic form.

Even though the Fox Immortal Lady Temple is a minor folk temple, it has thriving incense. How could wandering spirits end up here?

Li Yanchu thought in confusion.

A ragged little beggar?

Suddenly, Li Yanchu remembered the little beggar people had talked about earlier in the day. Could it be the same girl, roughly the same age as the one in front of him?

Li Yanchu pondered for a moment. He took a stick of incense from his Universe Pouch. It was about the thickness of a pinky finger. When lit, it emitted a faint, unusual scent.

This was a small tool Celestial Master Zhao had given him, the Daoist Ghostlure Incense. It could attract wandering spirits.

Li Yanchu’s Sun Veil masked his aura. Otherwise, with his overwhelming blood and qi, there wouldn’t be any wandering spirits within miles.

Holding the incense, he stepped back slowly. Sure enough, the little girl, her body bleeding from seven orifices in death, began moving toward him, drawn by the incense.

Her eyes were vacant, her expression numb. She was simply being pulled by the Ghostlure Incense.

Li Yanchu led the beggar-girl’s soul to a secluded spot. Then he extinguished the incense and put it away. His Ghostlure Incense was high-grade, and it didn’t indiscriminately attract all wandering spirits.

Rather, it could be targeted, and the incense created a direct link between him and the designated target. After all, this was a creation of a Yang Spirit expert from Mount Longhu; its effectiveness was beyond question!

“Who are you? Why are you wandering in front of the Fox Immortal Lady’s temple?” Li Yanchu asked.

Unfortunately, the little girl’s ghost, with her horrifyingly tragic death, did not respond. Her eyes remained vacant and expressionless.

“Unable to communicate?” Li Yanchu’s mind sank.

If she was in this state, then with his current abilities, communicating with her would be difficult.

He asked the ghost again. Still, there was no response. What struck him as strange, however, was that although the girl’s spirit carried heavy resentment, she did not seem to intend harm.

Normally, a wandering spirit with such strong grudges would become a vengeful ghost. It would begin killing indiscriminately, demanding lives!

But this little girl’s ghost, despite her heavy resentment, gave off a very... gentle feeling. It was as if she had been a kind-hearted child in life. Even after suffering such a violent death, she refused to vent her anger on ordinary people.

Thinking this, Li Yanchu sighed. Clearly, she had died an unnatural death.

At that moment, a graceful figure appeared before him. A young, ethereal celestial maiden materialized, her features delicate, her skin flawless. Her aura, a mix of nobility and immortal grace, drew all eyes.

“Minghe, what are you doing here?” Li Yanchu asked, surprised.

“I heard from Celestial Master Zhao. Such an extraordinary matter, and you just left me behind?” Minghe said, sounding slightly annoyed.

“Since you knew, why did you still follow? If this goes wrong, it could be hard to resolve,” Li Yanchu said seriously.

“Do you think only you like slaying demons, while everyone else only cares about their cultivation?” Minghe shot back sharply.

Li Yanchu was momentarily stunned.

Minghe continued, annoyed. “You had that flying artifact but didn’t bring me along! I nearly ran myself ragged just to catch up!”

Li Yanchu fell silent. He had used the Heaven-Earth Demonbane Godshuttle to fly, taking half an hour for the round trip.

Minghe’s journey had clearly been grueling.

“You’ve had a hard time, but how did you know I’d be here?” Li Yanchu asked.

“Is it so hard to find out? Did you think you were the only clever one?” Minghe said, surprised.

Minghe glanced at the little girl, whose death had been so tragic, and said slowly, “Leave her soul to me. Perhaps I can ask it something.”

Before Li Yanchu could reply, Minghe began casting her spell, and several magical seals lit up in her hands.

Immediately, the little girl with bleeding seven orifices regained a normal complexion, and her resentment seemed to be suppressed in an instant by Minghe’s magic. Though her clothes were still tattered, her eyes became clear, free from the dull, vacant expression she had before.

Li Yanchu couldn’t help but glance at Minghe.

Her expression was serious, and she urged, “Quick, I can maintain this for at most half an incense stick!”

As she spoke, she didn’t say another word. Sweat trickled down her forehead relentlessly. Clearly, maintaining such a spell was extremely taxing for her.

This little girl was Tian Xiaoling, the same one who had been involved in the previous trade with the Fox Immortal Lady.

The girl whose mother had suddenly recovered from a critical illness, only to then die mysteriously at home, and the girl herself had aged and died in that strange way.

“Daoist Master, please avenge me!” Tian Xiaoling cried.

“Don’t panic. Tell me, what grievances do you have?” Li Yanchu comforted her.

The little girl then recounted what had happened at the Fox Immortal Lady’s temple. She spoke of her mother’s mysterious death and how she herself had suddenly aged so drastically.

Both Li Yanchu and Minghe, who was maintaining the spell, furrowed their brows deeply, their expressions grave.

Li Yanchu asked her about the time she went to the temple. It was now clear: the incident had indeed occurred after he had taken Lady Hu away.

A woman exactly identical to Lady Hu had appeared in the temple and made a transaction with the little girl.

“Daoist Master, please act for me. Avenge me!” The girl knelt on the ground.

Soon, she disappeared entirely.

Li Yanchu froze and turned to Minghe. “What’s happening? Didn’t you say we had half an incense stick of time?”

Their conversation hadn’t taken that long. How had the little girl’s soul suddenly dissipated?

Minghe furrowed her brows deeply. “It’s not my fault. Her soul is strange. Although she has the usual three souls and seven spirits, her true spirit seems to have vanished.”