The Primordial Law

Chapter 367 Holy Infant
Li Weiyi felt very uneasy, with absolutely no confidence.

However, the ghost baby incident is very likely related to the demon race's scheme.

His purpose in coming to Lingxiao City was to dismantle the hidden forces of the demon race and the Rice Cult, allowing Lingxiao Palace to withstand the upcoming war for the world as much as possible. In doing so, he would delay the demon race and the Rice Cult's plan to annihilate the human race and sweep across the twenty-eight states.

Therefore, he must devote all his efforts to this matter.

"Those!"

Li Weiyi stood by the bed and used the same trick again, pointing a finger at Song Qingli's brow.

The ripples of spiritual light spread outwards in concentric circles.

Song Lin stood by, watching intently, his heart pounding with anxiety.

"Hiss..."

Song Qingli's face contorted into a ferocious expression, emitting a sharp, piercing scream, her eyes filled with resentment. She clenched her fingers into claws, unleashing a torrent of magical energy as she lunged at Li Weiyi, still remembering the man who had killed her son.

The two chains binding her rattled, and a magical light appeared.

The elder of the royal family, who was standing guard to the side, suddenly sharpened his eyes and acted with lightning speed. A cloud of magical energy spread out, suppressing Song Qingli back.

Li Weiyi quickly stepped back.

On the bed, Song Qingli was clenching her teeth and staring intently at him.

Song Lin sighed, his heart aching. In truth, he hadn't held out much hope from the beginning, but when all hope was gone, the bitterness was all the more despairing.

His sister is a prodigy, possessing both exceptional talent and beauty.

How did it end up like this?

"Let's go! Even Holy Spirit Mind Masters and Longevity Realm giants are helpless. This outcome was expected. Brother Zuo Ning, rest assured, the West Sea Royal Palace will definitely do its best to help you with your matter."

Song Lin forced a smile, preparing to see the guest off.

"I want to try again."

Li Weiyi didn't have a solution; rather, he wanted to investigate the specific situation within Song Qingli's body.

Since it was a hopeless situation, Song Lin agreed.

"Wow!"

Li Weiyi released strands of spiritual light and flames from between his eyebrows, which entered Song Qingli's eyebrows, ancestral field, Tanzhong, Fengfu and other major acupoints, carefully sensing them.

They discovered that the blood in her body was filled with a putrid, yin energy, resembling the blood of a corpse.

The magical energy within his body was polluted by the purplish-black ghostly energy, becoming turbid and cold.

No wonder the Holy Spirit Master and the Longevity Realm giants were helpless. She was undergoing a process of corpse transformation and decay from the inside out, from top to bottom, and had completely merged with normal flesh and blood, becoming indistinguishable from it.

The character “者” is pronounced as “术” and can purify the mind and dispel evil.

However, it cannot resolve the alienation of the physical body and spiritual energy.

"Eh!"

Li Weiyi sensed that the golden crow flame spiritual light threads flowing through Song Qingli's body could purify the ghostly energy in her magical energy.

Then, more threads of spiritual light flew out from between her brows and entered her body.

Carefully, we proceeded along the 102 veins.

The veins were not decayed.

Once the energy is unblocked and purified, she can circulate it and refine the corrupting forces in her blood and body, perhaps reversing everything.

Standing to the side, Song Lin could clearly see that the purplish-black ghostly mist surrounding Song Qingli was dissipating. He held his breath and looked on expectantly.

Half an hour later.

Li Weiyi withdrew the spiritual light threads, his eyes looking exhausted, his energy greatly depleted.

Song Lin asked with concern, "Brother Zuo Ning, how is it? It seems to be working."

Li Weiyi closed his eyes and meditated for a moment. After regaining some of his energy, he looked around and asked, "Where is Brother Taishi?"

Song Lin was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan: "He went to the birthday banquet in the front yard. Whether he can be saved or not, I think Qingli's condition has improved a lot."

Li Weiyi had long realized that Taishi Bai's eagerness to come to the West Sea Prince's Mansion was not to save Song Qingli, but for Long Xiangcen.

Clearly, Tai Shiyu's decision to bring Long Xiangcen to the birthday banquet had left him seething with anger, anxiety, and worry.

Li Weiyi and Song Lin arrived outside the gate and stood in the dimly lit courtyard. Instead of responding immediately, Li Weiyi asked, "The ghost baby incident has had such a terrible impact. Surely someone like Chaoran must have personally gone to the Mother-Child Spring to investigate? If you want to save your sister, please answer me truthfully, Brother Song."

Song Lin hesitated for a moment, then sighed, "My uncle came to check on Qingli's condition yesterday and mentioned this matter. The two palace masters of Lingxiao Palace speculated that it might be related to a spirit called the Holy Infant in the Netherworld of the Dead, but they cannot be sure yet."

“A thousand years ago, the Holy Infant was severely injured by the Grand Palace Master, but escaped. Zuo Ning, just how powerful must a spirit be to escape from the Grand Palace Master’s grasp?”

"My uncle said that the Third Palace Master believes that if this matter is really related to the Holy Infant, there is nothing they can do, and Qingli can only pray for good fortune."

Li Weiyi asked, "Has the Holy Infant arrived in Lingxiao City?"

"how is this possible?"

Song Lin waved his hand: "Lingxiao City has many methods set up by the Mist Emperor in the past, and it was not breached even in the catastrophe a thousand years ago. Entering the city is equivalent to entering a battle formation. Under the Martial Emperor, who dares to risk entering such a formation?"

"If Qilin Zang dares to show himself in the city, he is doomed."

“My uncle suspects this matter is related to the demon race, because the women who encountered problems all drank from the Mother-Child Spring within the last two years. This coincides quite well with the time of Qilin Zang's return.” “Zuo Ning, are you afraid of bringing disaster upon yourself?”

"Don't worry, quite a few women have indeed drunk from the Mother-Child Spring over the past two years, but they are all very young and their cultivation is not high."

"If it were a being of the Saint Infant level, personally descending upon us, it wouldn't be such a trivial matter, nor would there be any need to make a fuss about the Mother-Child Spring. With absolute cultivation power, one could destroy the heavens and the earth."

Li Weiyi feigned a worried expression: "I feel like I've been caught up in a huge conspiracy."

Song Lin reiterated, "The Song family will definitely guarantee your safety. If the ghost baby incident can be resolved, the Second Palace Master and the Third Palace Master will likely summon you to protect you."

Hearing this, Li Wei's heart tightened: "My mental power is quite special; it seems to be able to refine the Yin ghost power within your sister's magical energy. But it won't be refined completely in a short time. I estimate it will take several days. Before she fully recovers, please keep this a secret for me, Brother Song. If the news leaks out without a definite result, what if..."

Song Lin was overjoyed and repeatedly assured him, "I understand, I understand. We can't announce it in advance, or it could easily backfire. Zuo Ning, are we going to continue refining tonight? You look quite unwell."

Li Weiyi smiled wryly: "To be honest, I've been working non-stop on making talismans during these two days of seclusion, which has taken a toll on my mental energy."

"Then get some rest tonight."

Song Lin then said, "For the next few days, you shouldn't leave the West Sea Prince's Mansion. There might be unpredictable dangers outside. Stay here with Qingli; I'll have someone prepare a room for you."

Li Weiyi, who was also going to meet Zhuang Yue and Taishi Yu that night, smiled and said, "Brother Song, don't worry about it. What danger could there be in Lingxiao City? Besides, I've already promised to accompany Brother Taishi to the Taichang Temple tomorrow. Don't worry, I will do my best to help with your sister's matter."

Song Lin stopped insisting and said he would send someone to pick him up. Then, he took Li Weiyi and headed out of the mountain to the banquet hall in the front yard.

I passed by a bamboo forest.

Li Weiyi sniffed the air, stopped, and looked at the light deep in the bamboo forest. A strange light flashed in his eyes as he asked, "Whose house is this?"

He has a keen sense of smell and caught a familiar scent in the wind.

Very faint, undetectable.

So, he secretly tugged at the insect bag hidden in his robe, opening a small hole so that Erfeng could smell and identify it.

Song Lin felt much better and was no longer so tense. He smiled and said, "Song Muchuan! The seventh-level expert of the fourth generation of the Song family, I have to call him Fourth Uncle."

"So it's the old hero Song. I've long admired your name. This place is elegant and refreshing. May I pay you a visit?" Li Weiyi had just heard Erfeng's telepathic response.

The scent in the air is that of dragon's frost.

This made Li Weiyi realize that Long Xiangcen might have her own reasons for agreeing to attend the birthday banquet with Taishi Yu.

Song Muchuan looked to be in his sixties, with a lot of gray hair at his temples. His real age was 114, which was very close to the average lifespan of 120 for martial artists at the Dao Seed Realm.

He was full of energy and enthusiasm, and showed no signs of lethargy or dejection. He invited Li Weiyi and Song Lin inside.

Li Weiyi didn't notice Long Xiangcen, so after exchanging pleasantries and flattery for a while, he bid farewell to Song Lin and left.

Erfeng told Li Weiyi that there was Long Xiangcen's scent in the room, and that she had been there.

On the way down the mountain, Li Weiyi deliberately sighed, "Old Hero Song should go to the underground immortal abode to try his luck. Who knows, he might be able to defy fate."

Song Lin gently shook his head: "Zuo Ning, the Longevity Realm is not that simple. The seventh level of the Dao Seed Realm seems to be very close to longevity, but in reality, only those at the ninth level of the Dao Seed Realm know where the threshold of the Longevity Realm is."

"Speaking of the underground immortal abode, Fourth Uncle has already been there and only returned a few days ago. He seems to have found some opportunities, and he has become much more cheerful than before, unlike his old-fashioned self."

Li Weiyi nodded slightly, secretly noting down the name Song Muchuan.

As you pass through the covered walkway, the darkness dissipates.

The lively and bustling atmosphere was overwhelming, and the lights illuminated the front courtyard of the Prince's Mansion as if it were daytime.

Elegantly dressed maids moved frequently among the guests.

The banquet has begun, and the martial arts practitioners, officials, prodigies, and women at each table are gathered together, discussing the state of the world or indulging in romantic pursuits.

With Song Lin accompanying him, Li Weiyi was led to the most central area. They ascended the jade steps towards a magnificent, double-eaved hip-roofed building, dozens of feet high, with thick red pillars and bright yellow paper windows.

Only martial artists with strength above the "Jiazi Book" level or with extremely noble status and background are qualified to enter.

The hall, which could accommodate hundreds of round tables, only had sixteen tables, making it incredibly spacious.

The place was brightly lit, and the sounds of string and wind instruments were melodious. In the center, several immortals from the fairy forest were dancing gracefully.

After Li Wei entered the hall, he looked around and soon saw Long Xiangcen sitting with Taishi Bai. As for Taishi Yu, he was sitting at the main table with important figures such as Song Yulou and Zuoqiu Ling.

"Zuo Ning, Song Lin, over here!"

Taishi Bai stood up and waved to the two of them.

Li Weiyi and Song Lin walked over, and sure enough, a table had been reserved for them.

Before sitting down, Li Weiyi's gaze fell on Long Xiangcen, feigning surprise: "Fairy Long is here too? When did you arrive?"

Long Xiangcen lightly stamped her foot, feigning anger: "Zuo Ning, you're so mean. Don't call her a fairy. You'll only make a fool of yourself in front of a real fairy."

Following her gaze, Li Weiyi shifted her eyes to Jiang Ning, who was sitting on her right. As if she had just noticed her, her expression instantly turned serious.

Tai Shi Bai, adopting a peacemaker demeanor, said, "Please sit down! I specially arranged this seat for you next to Fairy Yu. If there's any misunderstanding, you can take this opportunity to clear it up. If you encounter any difficulties, Song Lin and the West Sea King's Mansion will also be there to help, right?"

Song Lin laughed and said, "Apart from the great enemy of the demon race who wants to destroy our human race, what grudges in the world cannot be resolved?"

Li Weiyi took the seat to Jiang Ning's left, leaving the seat to Song Lin's right empty for the time being. As the host's representative, he naturally had to greet the distinguished guests.

To the right of the empty seat sat Long Xiangcen and Taishi Bai, in that order.

To Jiang Ning's left sat Ge Xiantong.

(End of this chapter)