Chapter 67: Helping Yang Xiaoyun

"Take me to your house first. I will see if I can summon your daughter's soul," Yang Xuan said softly.

"Okay, follow me," Yang Jianjun said hurriedly.

The two of them arrived at Yang Jianjun's home.

Yang Jianjun was limping. Unable to bear watching, Yang Xuan took out silver needles and administered a few more punctures to him.

Only then did Yang Jianjun feel much better.

Yang Xuan had Yang Jianjun sit on a chair, then quickly gathered his spiritual power and extended his hand, causing the Soul Clan banner to appear in his palm. Immediately after, Yang Xuan chanted incantations, and a black banner rose, exuding a chilling ghostly aura.

"Soul Clan Envoy—Summon the Soul!" Yang Xuan shouted sternly.

As the words fell, black mist immediately drifted out, and a face appeared within the black banner.

Following that, a wave of ghostly aura drifted out. Within the aura was a transparent figure whose features were indistinguishable; it must have been the young girl's soul.

"What is your daughter's name?" Yang Xuan looked at Yang Jianjun.

With a complex expression, Yang Jianjun looked at the figure and said, "My daughter's name is Yang Xiaoyun."

Hearing this, Yang Xuan reached out and pulled Yang Xiaoyun's soul toward them.

"Xiaoyun!" Yang Jianjun burst into uncontrollable tears.

"Daddy, sob, sob, sob..." Yang Xiaoyun's body trembled as she cried, "Daddy, I'm so scared. I'm really so scared."

"Xiaoyun, as long as you're fine, as long as you're fine, sob, sob, sob..." Yang Jianjun wept uncontrollably, a grown man clutching the soul of a little girl and sobbing bitterly.

"Daddy, it hurts so much," Yang Xiaoyun cried, as if recalling something terrifying.

Hearing this, Yang Jianjun hurriedly supported Yang Xiaoyun and comforted her.

Yang Xuan furrowed his brow slightly.

"Tell me what happened back then, and perhaps I can help you," Yang Xuan said in a deep voice.

"Mm." Yang Xiaoyun took a deep breath and began to reminisce.

As she remembered, her eyes filled with terror, and her voice trembled, "I remember... I had just gotten off the bus and was walking toward the residential complex when suddenly someone touched me from behind."

"At the time, I thought it was just a classmate playing a prank, so I didn't pay much attention. But... that person touched me two more times. Feeling something was wrong, I quickened my pace and rushed forward, but suddenly... that person grabbed my hair..." At this point, Yang Xiaoyun's emotions began to break down, and she screamed, "Spare my life... spare my life..."

"He grabbed my hair and shook my head violently. My brain felt as if it were about to split open, the pain was unbearable."

Yang Xuan's eyes flickered, a guess already forming in his mind.

"That person slashed my body a few times with a dagger. I saw my blood splatter on his face, and he seemed very happy." Yang Xiaoyun's voice was very weak; she cried incessantly, as if she had lost something most precious.

Hearing this, Yang Jianjun could not stop his tears from flowing, and he cursed angrily, "Bastard, beast."

"Later... I watched my body get chopped into many pieces. Some parts were thrown into trash cans, some into stinky ditches, and my heart was swallowed by him."

"Puff—"

Overcome by extreme grief and anger, Yang Jianjun vomited blood on the spot and collapsed directly to the ground.

Panicked and flustered, Yang Xiaoyun cried out, "Dad, are you okay?"

Seeing this, Yang Xuan hurriedly stepped forward to help Yang Jianjun up.

"Dad, are you alright?" Yang Xiaoyun lunged forward, wanting to hug Yang Jianjun's arm, but her hands passed right through him.

Yang Jianjun coughed violently a few times and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "I'm fine, I'm fine, sob, sob, sob..."

As he spoke, Yang Jianjun wept again, crying bitterly like a little child.

His mental state had suffered severe trauma, even worse than Yang Xiaoyun's.

Seeing her father like this, Yang Xiaoyun felt her heart ache unbearably, and she quickly said to Yang Xuan, "Sir, I beg you to save my father."

Yang Xuan nodded. "I will do my best."

"Thank you," Yang Xiaoyun expressed her gratitude. "Sir, what must I do to be reincarnated? I still want to be my father's daughter."

Yang Xuan sighed.

This matter truly had nothing to do with Yang Xiaoyun; she was completely innocent.

The fact that the murderer chopped up her body and devoured her heart was what made it truly heartbreaking.

"If I'm not mistaken, your soul has not yet dissipated completely, nor has it completely vanished from this world," Yang Xuan said softly.

"Seventy percent of your soul has been recovered by me."

"However, the remaining thirty percent must have... scattered during that ordeal."

"Therefore, your reincarnation will be quite troublesome."

"However, it is not impossible to accomplish."

Hearing this, Yang Xiaoyun's face lit up with joy. "Sir, you must have a way, right?"

Yang Xuan gave a light sigh. "I can give you a chance."

"However, you can only cultivate your soul and stay by your father's side. After he reincarnates, marries, and has children once again, only then can you renew your bond as father and daughter. Of course, all of this depends on your father's choice. If your father does not wish for you to follow him, you must also leave."

"I am willing!" Yang Xiaoyun replied instantly. "Whatever choice Dad makes, I will obey."

"Good!" Yang Xuan nodded. "Mr. Yang, I need your hair and blood."

Yang Jianjun was stunned for a moment upon hearing this, but he still nodded in agreement.

"Come on."

Yang Xuan took out a pair of scissors and handed them to Yang Jianjun.

Yang Jianjun gripped the scissors tightly, snipped off a lock of hair, and then slashed a cut across his own hand.

Yang Xuan pinched the lock of hair tightly, flicked his finger, and the fresh blood formed a red thread beneath the hair.

Immediately afterward, the blood flew up and fused with Yang Xiaoyun's soul.

Meanwhile, that lock of hair began to float, and then Yang Xiaoyun's soul burrowed into it.

When this was done, Yang Xiaoyun knelt on the ground and kowtowed three loud times to Yang Jianjun. "Dad, thank you. Thank you for raising me, thank you for your selfless love."

"My daughter, get up quickly," Yang Jianjun wept profusely, sobbing uncontrollably.

Seeing this scene, Yang Xuan's eyes also grew somewhat moist, and he waved his hand. "The two of you can live normally from now on. If you have any problems, contact me again."

This matter was originally just a favor along the way, and Yang Xuan only symbolically charged a fee.

When all was said and done, it was also because their time to die had not yet come.

However, that murderer... Yang Xuan rubbed his chin. He had to be eliminated and thrown into the eighteenth level of hell; otherwise, he would destroy even more families.

"Okay." Yang Xiaoyun wiped away her tears, stood up from the ground, and supported Yang Jianjun.

Yang Jianjun's emotions had stabilized, but he continued to wipe away his tears.

Fatty had just arrived at the address Yang Xuan sent him when he saw Yang Xuan walking out.

"Brother Xuan, are you done?"

"Mm, let's head back first." Yang Xuan had already decided to tell Du Qing about this matter and have him investigate it.

A murdering demon like this had to be caught, or else he would sooner or later continue to harm people.