Chapter 435: Soul Planting (2/2)

“Mo Qitian’s probably dead. Whatever this Mo Qitian is, I’m not sure.” After a moment of deliberation, Lu Yun asked, “What does your senior council think of him?”

“Qitian’s really dead?” Dejection painted a thick stroke over Mo Chenfeng’s face. “No wonder. No wonder he’s been in closed door cultivation ever since returning to the clan...”

“Wait!” Lu Yun tensed and manifested a talisman, then stuck it to Mo Chenfeng’s forehead.

“What’s wrong?” Mo Chenfeng questioned in shock as a surge of golden light paralyzed him.

“Hehehe… So you noticed...” an eerie voice rose from behind Mo Chenfeng, sending shudders down the young man’s spine.

“What a big yum yum...” Standing guard outside the door, Ge Long stared past Mo Chenfeng’s shoulders. “But… I think I can’t eat it… not just yet...” His expression turned uncharacteristically grave.

An infant with a bluish complexion crawled up along Mo Chenfeng’s back, bearing a seventy percent resemblance to the young man. This must’ve been what Mo Chenfeng looked like when he was young.

Hum.

The talisman attached to Mo Chenfeng’s forehead burst into blinding golden light. With a piercing shriek, the infant ducked back behind Mo Chenfeng’s shoulders, attempting to burrow back into the young man’s body.

“Think you’re getting away on my watch?! Halt!” Lu Yun stepped forward and shot another talisman at the infant’s forehead. Gold light flashed by, restricting the wide-eyed infant who’d opened his mouth. No sound or movement was forthcoming from it.

Lu Yun grabbed the infant from Mo Chenfeng’s shoulders and removed the talisman on the young man’s forehead.

“What’s going on? What is that?!” Mo Chenfeng gaped at the infant, chilled to the bones.

“This is you.” Lu Yun glared broodingly at the immobilized infant.

“...me?” Blaring confusion reigned.

“Once he grows up, he’ll replace you and take everything from you. You’ll never be you again. ...this is soul planting.” Lu Yun rubbed at his forehead, his expression severe. “It’s a technique of the shamanic race. Have they allied themselves with the divines?”

The shamans were the only descendents of the Primeval humans, while the divines had been deemed traitors by the Primeval humans. The two groups should’ve been the worst of enemies.

Why would they work together?

“Or perhaps...” Another possibility came to Lu Yun’s mind.

No matter what the truth was, Mo Qitian was indeed dead. Like Mo Chenfeng, someone had planted the seed of a soul in Mo Qitian’s spirit, which was in the process of growing up to eventually replace him!

Realization suddenly striking him, Lu Yun vanished into thin air.

“What’s wrong?” Qing Han was startled by Lu Yun’s sudden disappearance.

Bam!

Unceremoniously, Lu Yun stuck a golden talisman to Qing Han’s forehead. She trembled as a trace of black smoke left her body, slowly taking the form of a human.

“I’ve already warned you, Lu Yun. If you insist on interfering with my plans, I will show you no mercy.” The black figure stood atop Qing Han’s head, its ruthlessly chilling gaze settling on Lu Yun through the black smoke.

“Why don’t you stay, since you’ve come all this way?” Scoffing, Lu Yun grabbed at the smoke figure.

“Hmph!” It huffed and scattered in an instant.