Chapter 110: The Soul-Tracking Technique

Lin Ruyan’s master was undoubtedly a child of destiny, yet there was an unusual aura about him. Lingzhu worried that any overt behavior might draw his attention, so she had to act with greater caution.

Lin Ruyan lightly twirled a strand of her hair and smiled, saying, “Lingzhu, I understand now.”

A child of destiny, huh? For her, this was no great challenge.

Suddenly, she found herself missing her elder sister who cultivated at the Lingxu Sect. Back then, their sisterly bond was deep, and she had gained much fortune from her.

…

Jiang Yan and Yun Yun followed closely behind the giant panda—Li Dabao, arriving at the so-called Bald Mountain.

It was indeed so bare that its original appearance was unrecognizable.

Even less was it apparent that there were panda clans living within the mountain.

Li Dabao suddenly stopped, turned around, and beamed at them with a radiant smile, his neat white teeth sparkling in the sunlight.

“Friends, our clan is just ahead, not far. Stay close and don’t get lost.”

Jiang Yan nodded slightly. “No problem. You lead the way; we’ll follow.”

Li Dabao nodded in return, then with a swift movement, effortlessly leapt over a massive waterfall.

The water cascaded fiercely, spraying mist that concealed everything on the other side behind a veil of water.

Jiang Yan and Yun Yun exchanged a glance and then flew over the waterfall as well.

As cultivators, they only needed to channel their spiritual energy, and their clothes instantly dried.

“Wow, Brother Yan, this place is so beautiful!” Yun Yun hopped excitedly into the panda clan’s territory.

Within the tribe, a few cherry blossom trees bloomed vibrantly.

This must be the last remaining scenic spot on this mountain.

The panda tribe’s houses were all bamboo huts, appearing both environmentally friendly and harmonious.

“Brother Dabao, you’re finally back!”

Several little pandas rushed out excitedly, surrounding Li Dabao.

Li Dabao affectionately patted the small pandas on their heads. “Hehe, yes, have you all been attending your cultivation lessons obediently?”

“Yes, Brother Dabao! We started training early this morning and haven’t been lazy at all,” the little pandas eagerly responded.

“Yeah, but my tummy’s rumbling…” one little panda said mischievously, rubbing its belly.

“Eh? Brother Dabao, who are they?”

The other little pandas raised their curious big eyes, staring at Jiang Yan and Yun Yun.

Li Dabao smiled and said, “Oh, let me introduce them. They’ve come to help restore the mountain’s fortune.”

“Wow, then they must be an immortal lord and an immortal maiden!” The little pandas jumped excitedly, their eyes sparkling like stars.

“Yes, that brother and sister are so handsome and beautiful!” They chattered among themselves, showering Jiang Yan and Yun Yun with compliments.

Hearing the innocent praise from the little pandas, Yun Yun covered her mouth lightly, her laughter like silver bells, eyes gleaming with pride. “You little ones have good taste. I am indeed an immortal maiden!”

Jiang Yan watched Yun Yun play happily with the pandas, who only reached up to her shoulders, and couldn’t help but smile warmly.

He hadn’t expected Murong Yun to have such a lively and adorable personality in her childhood.

Truly, one cannot judge a book by its cover.

“Friends, immortal lord and immortal maiden, I will now lead you to meet the shaman,” Li Dabao said, adopting the pandas’ way of addressing Jiang Yan and Yun Yun.

In his eyes, as long as they could help restore the mountain’s fortune, they were like celestial beings.

Jiang Yan nodded to Li Dabao. “Lead the way.”

At that moment, a deep, aged voice rang out, “Two immortals, I have been waiting here for a long time. Please come inside with me.”

Jiang Yan turned to see an old panda slowly pushing open the bamboo door.

He leaned on a cane, his steps slow but carrying an undeniable authority.

This must be the shaman Li Dabao mentioned…

Jiang Yan and Yun Yun followed the old panda into a bamboo-scented hut, with Li Dabao close behind.

Inside, the decor was simple yet cozy, with bamboo furniture and utensils exuding a faint, refreshing fragrance.

The old panda gestured for them to sit, then slowly took a seat on a bamboo chair nearby, his gaze filled with expectation.

“Two immortals, I am the shaman of the Xuanzhu tribe. Li Dabao has likely briefed you on the predicament our clan faces, so I shall not repeat it.

However, I can sense that you are no ordinary people. Moreover, through my divination, the oracle revealed that you are the turning point in the fate of our Xuanzhu tribe…”

Jiang Yan smiled faintly, his gaze resolute. “Elder, since we have come, we will certainly give our all. But this favor will not come free.”

Li Dabao quickly explained to the shaman, “Shaman, I have promised to give all our clan’s sacred spirit wine as payment. But to protect both parties’ rights, we need to sign a contract.”

The shaman looked at Li Dabao, a grateful smile flickering in his eyes. “Dabao, as the new clan chief, you have the final say. I will draft a contract now.”

Before he finished speaking, with a gentle flick of the shaman’s wrist, two contracts glowing with a soft golden light appeared before them.

As the shaman slowly infused spiritual power into them, clear and firm words gradually emerged on the contracts, detailing the terms.

The shaman said, “Simply sign your names and infuse a trace of your spiritual power, and the contract will take immediate effect. You may stay with our clan for now and search for clues at your leisure.”

“Understood, elder.”

After signing the contract, Jiang Yan and Yun Yun temporarily settled with the Xuanzhu tribe, their goal to seek out clues.

…

Tianjian Sect.

“Disaster! Sect Leader, the soul lamp of the Wujie Sword Sovereign… has gone out!”

A disciple guarding the soul lamp stumbled in, voice trembling with disbelief, reporting the grim news to the sect leader of Tianjian Sect—the Lingxiao Sword Sovereign.

“What… did you say? Is this true?”

Lingxiao’s face darkened, fury burning within. He could not accept this fact. The Wujie Sword Sovereign was no trivial opponent; how could he perish so easily?

The disciple nervously handed over the soul lamp of the Wujie Sword Sovereign to Lingxiao.

“Wujie… Wujie… who could have done this?”

The Wujie Sword Sovereign was not only Lingxiao’s own younger brother but also an irreplaceable family member in his heart.

Now, someone had dared to kill his only brother!

Grasping the soul lamp, Lingxiao did not hesitate to perform the Soul Retracing Technique—a spell that allowed him to see everything the deceased experienced in their final moments.