Although Feng Yin’s strength had declined, Ning Shu still couldn’t deal with him, especially now that she was injured.

  The injury to her heart was affecting her cultivation progress. Still, the pills the old man had given her were somewhat effective.

  If Ning Shu’s side was anxious, Feng Yin’s side could be said to be extremely panicked.

  Last time, Song Ruoxi was infiltrated by ten thousand ghosts, and now, she was in a state where her souls would be annihilated. Feng Yin was incomparably anxious.

  If Song Ruoxi had died naturally, she might have been able to stay with him in a ghost state. But that was before; her soul would be annihilated forever now.

  There would be no more Song Ruoxi in the world. She couldn’t be reincarnated as a human, so he would never find her again.

  So Song Ruoxi couldn’t die. She must not die.

  Feng Yin’s face was as gloomy as overcast weather, a dark aura covering it. He gazed at Song Ruoxi, who was unconscious, and was full of regret.

  Had he known, he wouldn’t have been in such a hurry to have intercourse with Song Ruoxi. In that case, she wouldn’t be haunted by Yin energy.

  When he first found Song Ruoxi, he should have directly killed her and made her a ghost, then given her the Phantom King Core. She would have become a powerful ghost instead of a half-human, half-ghost creature like she was now.

  If he killed Song Ruoxi now, without her body, her soul would be annihilated as well. Even the Phantom King Core wouldn’t do any good.

  The Phantom King Core contained her soul and kept it from being destroyed, but it didn’t give her great power.

  This was heaven’s punishment, heaven’s condemnation, the difference between man and monster, the difference between living and ghost, the difference between heaven and earth, the difference between each.

  Feng Yin’s heart was filled with all sorts of regrets. He tightly held Song Ruoxi’s hand. “You died in front of me a thousand years ago. No matter what, I won’t allow you to disappear in front of me this time.”


  “If you die, I’ll kill everyone related to you and make them accompany you.” Feng Yin’s handsome face was filled with indifference. For him, killing was like stepping on an insignificant ant.

  “Whoever caused you to be like this, I won’t let them off either.” Feng Yin lowered his head and kissed Song Ruoxi’s forehead. He then kept sending power into Song Ruoxi’s body to repair it.

  Without the support of the Phantom King Core, there was no source of power in Feng Yin’s soul. After channeling energy to Song Ruoxi again, his soul looked a lot thinner.

  Feng Yin inserted energy in Song Ruoxi daily so that she would slowly wake up.

  Song Ruoxi woke up and saw Feng Yin. Seeing his bleeding face, she asked, “Feng Yin, what happened to you?”


  Song Ruoxi had slept for several days. When she spoke, her voice was so hoarse that she couldn’t help but cover her throat.

  Feng Yin reached out, sucked the cup of water on the table into his hand, and fed Song Ruoxi some water. Her eyes kept looking at him worriedly.

  “What exactly happened to you?” Song Ruoxi reached out and touched Feng Yin’s face. It was a sticky feeling, and the fingertips were stained with thick blood.

  Song Ruoxi grabbed Feng Yin’s arm and asked anxiously, “Are you injured? Why’s there so much blood on your face?”


  Feng Yin’s face was filled with joy. His voice was gentle as he said, “It’s fine, just something that went wrong during the cultivation. I promise that I’ll never leave your side again.”


  Feng Yin hugged Song Ruoxi and whispered an apology, “I’m sorry, I got you hurt.”


  Song Ruoxi’s face rubbed against Feng Yin’s chest. Her voice was hoarse as she said, “No, I don’t blame you. You are the one who saved me.”


  Song Ruoxi remembered that night. A horde of ghosts had gathered in her apartment, and it felt like being in hell. Countless ghosts let out strange screams while rushing into her body.

  MTL Editor: Meraki

  TLC: Kaho