Top Grade Immortal Emperor in the Flower City-Chapter 739 - 748 Trafficker

Qing Yi’s words were within Ye Ling’s expectations; he too had noticed that the young girl’s soul had been captured, and the dense aura of death between her brows hadn’t yet dissipated.

Of course, Ye Ling was still somewhat uncertain. If his cultivation hadn’t been wasted, he could have employed other methods, such as the Soul-Searching Technique. But now, he simply couldn’t determine anything.

Therefore, Qing Yi’s words became very important. Having lived in the Netherworld for so many years, she certainly understood the origin of this deathly aura.

"Underworld Soldiers?!"

Liu Yuandong and the other two were taken aback, their eyes widening in shock, particularly Liu Fenglan, whose eyes suddenly reddened, "My poor little girl, how could the Underworld Soldiers have captured her soul?!"

"Our family has never done anything to deserve this, Ye Ling, Ye Ling, you must help little girl, I beg you, I’m kneeling before you!"

Seeing this, Wang Shanhu on the side also rushed to kneel but scared Ye Ling, who hastily helped the two up. What was this, wanting to take his life?

"Aunt, Uncle, don’t panic just yet. Now that we’ve found the cause, there must be a solution," he said. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

"Don’t worry, where does that Mr. Qi live? We’d like to go have a look," Ye Ling asked while supporting the two, and Qing Yi beside him nodded too. She must know when Mr. Qi died, which clan he was from, in order to initially locate Mr. Qi’s spirit.

Qing Yi felt that this matter was definitely related to Mr. Qi. Perhaps the young girl’s soul was with Mr. Qi right now.

Liu Yuandong and Wang Shanhu hurriedly took Ye Ling out, while Liu Fenglan stayed home to watch over the little girl.

Walking through the village, Wang Shanhu looked deeply worried, "Ye Ling, little girl will be alright, won’t she? You must find a way to save her; she’s still so young."

"Rest assured, Uncle, everything will definitely be alright," Ye Ling responded with a smile.

He turned around and whispered to Qing Yi at his side, "To take a departed soul back to the Netherworld, do the Underworld Soldiers have to pass through the Yun Family’s territory in the southwest?"

Hearing this, Qing Yi nodded, "Usually, only strong cultivators above the Transcendance Tribulation Stage can freely enter and leave the Netherworld, but there are still some dangers."

"Most of those Underworld Soldiers only have the cultivation of the Foundation Establishment Stage and must borrow a path from the Yun Family to return to the Netherworld; otherwise, they wouldn’t be able to cross the terrifying path of Yin and Yang," Qing Yi explained. Southwest Yun Family, Ye Ling nodded, and then he made a call to the Yun Family’s young master, Yunfei Yang, who greatly admired Ye Ling as his idol.

"Yunfei, it’s Ye Ling. A little problem has come up on my side. I suspect an Underworld Soldier has mistakenly taken the soul of a sister of mine. I’m on my way to investigate, and I need a little favor from you: intercept the Underworld Soldier carrying an old man’s soul; there might also be a girl about ten years old with him."

"Yes, the old man’s surname is Qi, and the young girl is called little girl. Alright, thank you," Ye Ling ended the call.

Ye Ling hung up the phone but still felt uneasy. It had been several days, and the Underworld Soldiers traveled fast; they were probably already back in the Netherworld.

However, considering the influence of the Yun Family, uncovering the details should be no issue, at least providing some clues.

Yunfei Yang didn’t pose any problem, readily agreeing to help, but Liu Yuandong and Wang Shanhu were utterly astonished; their relative was incredibly impressive.

To intercept Underworld Soldiers with just a few words, could he be a celestial being?

After a ten-minute walk, they arrived at a house at the east end of the village, where mournful music played slowly, and a white cloth hung limply outside the door, casting its shadow beside it.

Liu Yuandong and Wang Shanhu led Ye Ling inside where the Qi Family, dressed in mourning attire, were busy with the affairs of the recently deceased Mr. Qi.

According to the customs here, tomorrow would be the day when Old Master Qi is to be buried. Today is the last day, and there are quite a few things that need to be taken care of.

When Wang Shanhu arrived, the eldest brother of the Qi family hurriedly came forward, "Shanhu, how is Xiaoya doing?"

Being neighbors and living not too far from each other, they usually had a good relationship. The Qi family found Xiaoya’s situation to be unfathomable.

It was normal for Old Master Qi to pass away due to old age, as it’s natural that everyone dies eventually. So, though the Qi family was heartbroken, it was an expected event.

However, Xiaoya’s case was strange, and the entire village was abuzz with talk. The Qi family felt quite uncomfortable, especially since it tied in with the death of their own family patriarch.

"She hasn’t gotten any better, still in the same state. Oh right, Old Qi, this is Liu Yuandong’s son-in-law. He came to ask for Old Master Qi’s birth details and to find out where your family clan is from," said Wang Shanhu with a look of depression. Old Qi glanced at Ye Ling, not understanding why he would ask such questions, but he still answered, as the inquiries were likely important.

After the question was asked, Qing Yi immediately passed the information to King Senluo, and within a few minutes, they found out that indeed, Old Master Qi had simply reached the end of his life, and his death was natural.

This confirmed that Old Master Qi’s soul had indeed been taken away by an underworld soldier, but where did Xiaoya’s go?

Ye Ling asked about the events of the time, and the results were quite normal. Old Master Qi had talked with Xiaoya for a while, which is a common interaction among neighbors.

Yet, there was one suspicious point: just after Xiaoya left, Old Master Qi died, and afterwards, Xiaoya was found standing still, in a daze.

Qing Yi gestured to Ye Ling, who quietly walked out, and the two left the Qi family’s large courtyard.

"Ye Ling, I think that Xiaoya’s spirit and soul were intentionally taken away by the underworld soldiers," Qing Yi said in a cold voice. Ye Ling was startled. Intentionally?

The rules of the Netherworld are very strict. How could an underworld soldier dare to intentionally take the soul of a living person? That would be tantamount to courting death.

"In the Netherworld, there are individuals who engage in a certain type of trade –the trade of souls!"

"Because some cultivators, those who are ghostly beings, need to devour some souls in order to grow stronger gradually."

"Generally speaking, they fight and kill each other, which is also a cultivation law among them, so the Netherworld does not interfere."

"However, there are cultivators who are weaker and cannot cultivate on their own, but have powerful backgrounds and resources, so they purchase souls to aid their cultivation."

"Where there’s trade, there are people who will do such work. Some underworld soldiers are audacious enough that when they fetch souls, they also take the chance to take away a person’s spirit and soul."

"Of course, the punishment from the Netherworld for this is severe, but money talks, as you should well know."

After hearing this, Ye Ling was stunned. There were actually such beings, trading souls for cultivation?

"Moreover, I see that Xiaoya’s soul is not ordinary; it should be a spirit body. That’s why those underworld soldiers dared to brazenly take her spirit and soul."

"After all, if it weren’t for you, there would be no way to trace it back to them," said Qing Yi in a cold voice, her narrow eyes shimmering with a glint of icy intent.