Chapter 255 - Lost Primary Soul (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Lonemoon frowned, as if recalling something. He quickly turned to the person beside him. “Yi Qing, check her soul!”

Yi Qing nodded and knelt down, activating a bit of his divine power and transmitting it to the center of the woman’s forehead. A moment later, he widened his eyes strangely. “She… She has no primary soul!”

Indeed!

Lonemoon’s expression darkened. A primary soul was the most important part of a person’s soul. A person without a primary soul would have no consciousness – he would only count on his own physical strength. It was no different from a travelling soul. But why did she attack them? And it was obvious that she was targeting immortal souls.

“There you all are. It was easy for me to locate you.” Just as Lonemoon was figuring things out, he heard a familiar voice. A figure that was as tall as the woman and dressed in a black robe landed in front of them.

“You’re the Ghost Immortal Zhu Ming!” Lonemoon recognised the man from Feng San’s mirror.

“You remember me?” He nodded suspiciously. He had the same bleeding eyes as the woman did, but he did not seem as crazy. Instead, he looked relatively calm. He cupped his fists and bowed. “I am Zhu Ming. Greetings to you, Fellow Daoists Feng San, my old friend, said that you entered the Divine Underworld to look for someone. He told me to offer some help.”

So that annoying couple sent him here. Lonemoon heaved a sigh of relief.

“Thank you, Fellow Daoist.”

“Don’t stand on ceremony. Feng San is an old friend of mine. I take him as… Mother Feng!” He started, eyes widening as he looked at the ghost immortal pinned to the floor.

“Fellow Daoist Zhu, you know her?” Lonemoon asked.

“Mother Feng, is that really is you!” Zhu Ming rushed forward anxiously, scanning the crazed woman. He looked up at them and asked, “What… is going on here?”

“We were trying to lure the ghost immortal that captured our friend out.” Lonemoon explained everything that had happened. “It turned out to be her.”

“How can that be!” Zhu Ming’s face was a mask of shock. “Mother Feng has lost her senses, but she has always been…” He trailed off mid-sentence and scanned Lonemoon from head to toe. “Could it be that you’re still an immortal?”

Lonemoon exchanged a meaningful look with his other two companions. “I am still an immortal.”

“I see.” Zhu Ming’s expression softened. As if understanding something, he said, “No wonder… It’s no wonder that I bumped into that friend of yours in that cave. So it was Mother Feng…”

“Fellow Daoist Zhu, what do you mean?” Lonemoon asked.

Zhu Ming’s expression darkened. A moment later, he sighed and bowed to the group. “Mother Feng is my junior sister. She lost her senses and has committed many sins. Please forgive her.” He stepped forward and knelt down, touching the woman’s forehead.

The next moment, the woman that had been struggling violently just moments before relaxed and quietened down. She did not say another word. “When she was living, she ascended to become an immortal. After she died, she became a ghost immortal. That’s why she’s particularly sensitive toward immortal souls. She tried to attack you because she sensed an immortal soul similar to her own primary soul. She mistook it for her own and tried to snatch it.”