Chapter 63: Let Me Give Him a Warning First

Bai Qianzhou walked over to the bedside and gently tapped Wen Chenye between his eyebrows. A stream of golden light darted into his body, dispersing the lingering yin energy and resentment within him.

Then, she placed a soul-calling talisman on his brow, formed hand seals with both hands, and chanted silently under her breath. After a moment, she suddenly stopped, furrowed her brow, and tilted her head to study Wen Chenye's face.

She raised her hand to calculate, and the result made her arch an eyebrow.

"Zhouzhou, what is it?" Pei Hexuan noticed her expression and hurriedly asked.

"One of his souls and one of his aspects seems to be trapped somewhere and cannot get out, so I wasn't able to summon his soul back," Bai Qianzhou said flatly, causing everyone to tense up.

"Trapped? Does that mean he won't be able to come back? Master, can you figure out where he is being held?" The middle-aged Taoist priest frowned.

"Master, please save my son! As long as you can save him, I will do anything you ask," Mrs. Wen pleaded, dropping straight to her knees in front of Bai Qianzhou upon hearing this.

Bai Qianzhou looked down at her. "I didn't say I wouldn't save him. Could you please get up first?"

Wen Yao, sensing Bai Qianzhou's impatience, hurried forward to help his wife to her feet.

"Master, my son will be alright, won't he?" Wen Yao looked at Bai Qianzhou with reddened eyes. Bai Qianzhou remained silent.

"Zhouzhou, can it be done?" Pei Hexuan asked, looking at her with concern.

If it was truly impossible, he didn't want to let Bai Qianzhou take any risks.

"It's doable, just a bit troublesome."

"Then I'll have to trouble you to save him." Pei Hexuan glanced at Wen Yao and his wife, sighed, and said to Bai Qianzhou.

"Alright, let me give him a warning first." Since Pei Hexuan had said so, Bai Qianzhou naturally wouldn't refuse.

She pressed her finger between Wen Chenye's eyebrows, closed her eyes slightly, and moved her lips, though no one could tell what she was chanting.

Dozens of kilometers away, inside a dim room of a dilapidated building cluttered with countless jars and bottles, a weathered-looking Taoist priest sat outside a formation.

Within the glowing red formation before him was a flickering, translucent shadow.

"Hmph, trying to snatch someone right out of my hands is nothing short of a pipe dream!" the man sneered, glaring at the shadow in the center of the formation.

He had just sensed someone attempting to snatch away that particular soul and aspect, and had rushed to resist. As it turned out, the opponent seemed to have merely tested the waters before stopping altogether.

The shadow inside the formation slowly raised its head. The dim light illuminated a nearly transparent face—it was none other than the Wen Chenye whom Bai Qianzhou was searching for.

He was the son of Wen Yao, Pei Hexuan's friend.

He had no idea why he had been in a daze for the past few days, unable to remember anything, but just now, his mind had suddenly cleared up.

"Who are you?" Wen Chenye asked, staring at the Taoist priest before him.

"He actually regained consciousness?" The Taoist priest frowned as he looked at Wen Chenye.

Wen Chenye wanted to leave this place and took a step forward, only to be blocked and repelled by the surrounding formation.

"Ah—" Wen Chenye cried out in pain as the formation struck him.

"Don't waste your effort. Since I trapped you here, there is naturally no way I would let you leave easily," the Taoist priest sneered at him.

"Trapped me? Who on earth are you? Why did you trap me here? Let me out!" Wen Chenye looked around in terror at the horrifying environment; this was not his home.

Where was he?

Wasn't he resting at home because he was feeling unwell earlier? Why was he here?

He screamed incessantly, but the Taoist priest paid him no more mind.