Soon, members of the special operations team arrived at the location where the suspect disappeared.

Wei Yuan also went up the mountain.

After a preliminary survey, only a strong demonic aura was found, and no traces of a fight could be found. Several Daoist masters set up a simple altar and performed rituals to summon the local spirits, but despite their efforts, the spirits refused to come out.

With no other choice, the three Daoist masters went up together.

They prepared double the amount of offerings.

Only then did some spirits show themselves.

The Daoist masters had a slight smile on their faces, but before they could speak, the spirits quickly came out. They had four hands, with two hands covering their mouths and the other two grabbing the offerings. They ran away without looking back, disappearing in an instant. The smile on the Daoist masters' faces froze.

They looked at Zhou Yi, Wei Yuan, and the others with a bitter smile and said, "My cultivation is not enough, I am powerless."

"These spirits are creatures with spiritual intelligence, and they are usually bold. But this time, they refuse to come out. Combined with the lingering demonic aura, it is possible that a powerful demon took the suspect away."

Zhou Yi sighed and looked at Wei Yuan, who was resting with his sword by his side.

"You will be relied upon this time, Guan Zhu."

Wei Yuan nodded.

The Lying Tiger Waist Badge trembled slightly, and words appeared on the spiritual platform.

Kill the demon and gain merit...

It was the most rewarding achievement since Wei Yuan obtained the waist badge.

Wei Yuan exchanged it for the best soul-nurturing method currently available.

...............

Zhou Yi was also responsible for handling the disappearance of the evil path and the appearance of a suspected powerful demon in the mortal realm.

The members of the special operations team who had previously sent Wei Yuan to the factory workshop found Zhang Hao's body. When they arrived, there were already three special operations team members around Zhang Hao. The gruesome sight left everyone with complex expressions. They turned Zhang Hao's body over.

His stiff body relaxed.

But Zhang Hao's eyes remained wide open, refusing to close.

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Zhang Hao sighed, "Is he unable to find peace even in death?"

Wei Yuan crouched down, looked at Zhang Hao's pleading eyes, and gently brushed his eyes with his hand. The eyes that refused to close slowly shut, surprising everyone. Although it had been proven that Shan Jun's words were just a coincidence, they still subconsciously considered this situation normal.

Although Zhang Hao was dead, he had undergone a strong demonic transformation.

He still needed the special operations team to drive away any possible lingering evil.

Zhang Hao sent Wei Yuan back to the museum.

Then he had other tasks to attend to and quickly left.

When Wei Yuan returned, he saw Zhao Yi and Xuan Yi arguing at the door, speaking in hushed voices.

"No, I can't agree to this!"

"But she saved me."

"But life and death have boundaries, are you willing to risk your life?"

"She saved me in the first place."

"Damn it, Xuan Yi, how did your brain become so dull when you were given the precepts in advance?!"

Zhao Yi seemed extremely frustrated, his temples throbbing. Suddenly, he heard footsteps and turned around to see Wei Yuan returning. He stopped the conversation and before asking about the progress of the matter, he heard a rush of hurried footsteps.

The museum door was pushed open forcefully.

Zhang Xiaoyu ran out, looking up and quickly scanning the area outside. After searching several times without finding the person she wanted to see, she looked up at Wei Yuan and asked, "Uncle, where's Dad? Where's Dad? Where did he hide?"

Her voice trembled.

Wei Yuan was speechless.

Zhang Xiaoyu seemed to have figured something out, and her eyes slowly darkened.

Then she took a deep breath, forced herself to calm down, and asked cautiously, "Dad is not a bad person, right? He will come back, right?"

Wei Yuan didn't know how to answer.

How did the soldiers who had slain demons and monsters face such a situation when they returned to the safe mortal realm?

What were their feelings?

Zhang Xiaoyu squeezed out a smile on her little face, stood on her tiptoes, patted Wei Yuan's arm as if comforting him, and then took two steps back and bowed seriously.

"Thank you, Uncle..."

Then she turned and ran away.

Wei Yuan didn't immediately go after her. He just unsheathed his sword, wiped away the residual spiritual energy and blood, oiled the sword, and put it back in its sheath. He affixed a yellow talisman to the sheath, suppressing the accumulated demonic aura from slaying demons, monsters, and spirits.

Finally, he walked to the door of the miscellaneous room.

Inside, there was the sound of suppressed sobbing.

Wei Yuan raised his hand, intending to knock on the door, but hesitated and pushed the door open directly.

Zhang Xiaoyu was squatting on a small stool, holding her knees, burying her face in her knees, her shoulders trembling slightly. Wei Yuan remained silent, reached out and rubbed Zhang Xiaoyu's head. The little girl, who had seemed able to hold back her tears just a moment ago, now had tears streaming down her face, biting her lip to prevent herself from crying out loud.

"Dad is a bad person, a bad person..."

Wei Yuan fell silent and said seriously, "Your father is not a bad person, he is a hero."

"I have never seen anyone as courageous as him."

"He wanted to protect you until the end."

Wei Yuan used his ghost-expelling abilities without actually expelling any spirits. Instead, he tried to convey the feelings he had experienced when controlling his own soul to Zhang Xiaoyu. Zhang Xiaoyu's shoulders trembled violently, and when she raised her head, tears fell heavily. Wei Yuan gently hugged the child.

Zhang Xiaoyu's body trembled, and she couldn't help but burst into tears:

"Dad is a bad person, a bad person."

"He doesn't want Xiaoyu anymore."

"He's a big villain, a big villain!"

Wei Yuan opened his mouth.

This was how a child saw a bad person.

...............

Zhang Xiaoyu was originally an undead, and her soul was unstable. After crying until she was exhausted, she fell asleep.

Wei Yuan opened the Lying Tiger Waist Badge. This time, he exchanged it for a treasure of spiritual materials. He was curious about how the waist badge would give it to him. Would it point him to a location to open it, or would it teleport him? When he saw the merit dissipate, it seemed to turn into a special spiritual energy, and the fierce tiger on the waist badge seemed to come back to life.

It let out a low roar.

Its mouth opened wide.

There seemed to be a vortex inside, followed by a flash of light, and an item fell directly into Wei Yuan's hands.

It was a jade white plant, about thirty centimeters long, accompanied by an ancient flowerpot. Wei Yuan was also grateful that one of the two great abilities of the Inspector General was ghost-expelling, and there were many items and materials related to soul-nurturing in the treasure trove.

For example, this item was brought back by General Wei Qing when he swept away the Xiongnu and emptied their homeland. It was one of the more common ones. The true core soul-nurturing wood was dozens of meters high, a giant tree that ten people could embrace. The Xiongnu in the Western Regions had many strange witchcraft, and there were more soul-nurturing objects than in the Central Plains at that time.

Unfortunately, General Wei Qing liked to plunder the spoils of war, and then they disappeared.

But now, looking at it, suppressing the wolf and dwelling in the city, carving the stone swallow, it seemed that the Han generals who went to battle directly slew the mountain god of the Xiongnu and sacrificed it to the heavens to show their achievements, even causing the Xiongnu to directly lose their royal court in the south.

Zhang Yue had died, and Zhang Xiaoyu's body and soul were weak.

Wei Yuan carried the flowerpot and prepared to find a suitable place to put it down.

Let the effects of the soul-nurturing wood cover the entire museum.

And then proceed to the next step.

...............

Zhao Yi looked at his junior brother, who was now grinding his teeth out of frustration.

"No, this little girl is an undead. There are boundaries between life and death. Why are you still thinking about continuing the undead technique?"

"It's just repaying a favor."

"But that's the undead technique. How many more years can your cultivation last? What happens after your cultivation is depleted? Do you use your life to extend it?!"

Seeing that Xuan Yi still refused to turn around, Zhao Yi paced back and forth impatiently. He gritted his teeth and said, "If it really can't be done, go find the Ancestor and borrow his wooden plaque!"

Xuan Yi was stunned and said, "That wooden plaque is the Ancestor's treasure."

Zhao Yi impatiently said, "Saving people is more important. What's wrong? Are you just going to watch yourself die? Or have you really transcended and saved that little girl? The Ancestor's wooden plaque is made from the heartwood of a five-hundred-year-old soul-nurturing tree. It can still nurture a soul even if that little girl sacrifices her body..."

"You and I, along with Senior Sister, will go up the mountain and explain the situation. Even if the Ancestor treasures that thing, he won't refuse to let it go."

Zhao Yi's voice suddenly stopped, and he looked around suspiciously.

"Junior Brother, have you noticed that the Yin Qi here seems purer?"

Xuan Yi was also surprised and nodded.

The two Taoist priests followed the aura and turned their heads to see Wei Yuan walking out with a potted plant. They were about to greet him, but their gaze was fixed on the object in his hand. One stared at the jade white wood, and the other stared at the ancient flowerpot.

Soul-nurturing wood, black after a hundred years, ink black after five hundred years.

Purple after a thousand years, jade white after two thousand years.

Stepping into the cultivation world, Wei Yuan was still unfamiliar with this common knowledge. He noticed the two people's gaze.

Thinking that he had just turned around and found an extra spiritual material in his hand.

Paused for a moment, in a very normal tone that didn't reveal any lies, he said, "I just remembered that I still have this thing at home. It's useful, so I took it out to take a look."

"Also, don't look at it anymore. The flowerpot is fake, an antique replica."

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