I Have Refined Qi For 3000 Years!

Book 1: Chapter 19.2: Super Soul Cleansing Technique - "Call The Police"

As soon as he entered the hollow in this stratum, Bai Qiuran’s nose smelled a pungent smell of blood. In his spiritual vision, all the people who had been slaughtered gathered towards him. Their features were like melted wax figures. Their eyes and mouth have become dark hollows, looking extraordinarily painful and horrible.

Bai Qiuran stomped, his Qi poured out and ruined the formation on the ground that restrained their freedom, and then he began to use the Soul Cleansing Technique to send these lost souls to the Underworld.

However, his method was different from the Soul Cleansing method of the Heavenly Buddha Sect. Those monks used mantra chanting to clean up the grievances from the souls and connect to the Underworld to send souls over. Because this wasn’t the formal channel, these souls have to wait for a long time to enter the reincarnation wheel. Bai Qiuran’s method was much simpler. To some extent, his method was “to call the police directly and ask the police to handle the victims”.

After making a few runes, Bai Qiulan stopped. Two minutes later, a crisp cricket sound that only near-death people like him could hear, from near to far, came slowly from the void.

In the midst of nothingness, there was a dark road winding, and then Bai Qiuran saw that the figure of Xue Ling, his old “friend”, slowly solidified from nothingness and walked towards him.

The soul taker still had a dead face with no expression. He put the mule in his hand back and asked:

“Bai Qiuran, why do you use the spell to call me?”

“Well...”

Bai Qiuran looked up in the direction of the ghosts gathered in this hollow. The ghosts instinctively felt a kind of fear because of the soul taker.

“Those souls, that’s your job.”

Xue Ling swept around the soul there and frowned slightly.

“So many dying people who haven’t reached the end of their lives in the book of life and death. What have you done in this world?”

“Still the same cliche – a demonic cultivator wants to improve himself, killing people, taking blood, restraining the soul, and then preparing to perform sacrifices.”

Bai Qiuran replied:

“But I have already destroyed the soul of that guy. You don’t have to search for him.”

“Humph.”

Xue Ling snorted coldly but did not say anything. For the inhuman murderer like Tang Zhouxie, who had done too many damages, soul takers would take them to Abi Hell, where their souls were tortured until being completely destroyed. Bai Qiuran’s action, in a way, saved the effort of the Underworld.

Xue Ling took out an iron chain. It originally looked like a one-arm long soul iron chain, but it could stretch indefinitely. Xue Ling bound all the ghost’s wrists here and lined them up in a row, while Bai Qiuran watching the whole time.

In the end, he asked:

“Hey, this time, can I count it in your merit books again?”

“That’s it.”

Xue Ling tightened the iron chain in her hand and replied:

“But you have repeatedly escaped the life-limitation. Don’t think that you can make up for it so easily.”

“Uh-huh, I know.”

Bai Qiuran nodded.

He was too debt-ridden anyway, and he never thought that he could clean his “criminal record”.

Xue Ling formed all the ghosts into a long line, and stood on the trail that extended from nothing, then, as if suddenly remembering something, he looked at Bai Qiuran and said:

“Yes, Bai Qiuran, you ...”

“What?”

Bai Qiuran touched his head, wondering.

“No, nothing.”

Xue Ling retracted his gaze, pulled the iron chain in his hand, and pull out a paper lantern. The lantern shimmered and illuminated the path in the void.

“Leave and follow me.”

In the darkness, the sound of the crippled mules resounded, accompanied by a sound of groaning from nowhere, and the ghost with a blue face took a long line of ghosts and slowly walked into the void, disappeared.

“Hey, what did you say?”

Bai Qiuran was still thinking about Xue Ling’s restless expression before, but couldn’t think of what he had to say to himself.

He had to clap his hands and muttered:

“Maybe he just wants to tease me.”

He performed Earth Escape again and his body emerged from the solid ground of the Emperor’s Mausoleum, but before standing still, he heard someone shouting beside him.

“Come out! He’s out!”

Bai Qiuran turned his head and found that the Shangxuan Emperor and the Spiritual Advisor were pointing at him in excitement, while Tang Ruowei beside him was pulling his father’s robe with a flushed face. The civil and military officials present seemed to have sobered up. At present, they formed a circle around and watching him emerging from the ground together.

While Bai Qiuran stood up, he looked at them silently, while Tang Ruowei coughed and reminded:

“Father Emperor, manners, manners!”

“Ahem.”

Shangxuan Emperor coughed softly to cover up his malady. He thought about it, and then looked at Bai Qiuran with some hesitation.

“The Great Immortal, this time, I would like to thank you for your help. I am on behalf of the thousands of people in the Shangxuan Kingdom, thank you for your kindness.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter.”

Bai Qiuran waved his hand.

“I’m leaving now.”

“Eh? The Great Immortal, at least let me thank you and show my gratitude!”

The Shangxuan Emperor shouted to him.

“No, you can’t afford what I want.”

“Then, at least let me set up a feast.”

“I do not want to eat.”

Bai Qiuran refused decisively, then he beckoned to the Spiritual Advisor Fu Qianqiu:

“There is something I want to ask the Spiritual Advisor over there. You deal with things here first, and I will come to you later.”

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