" This is impossible!" cried Fang Yanli, as she circled around the empty spot and repeatedly confirmed that the location was correct and then looked at the empty stall and was lost for a moment before she frowned and scrunched up her nose, " Something is wrong, this morning it clearly smelled of death and decay but now it smells nothing like that, just what happened?"
Song Yan crouched down and inspected the space carefully, before standing upright and said calmly, " The master who set this array is good, if not for him siding with the wrong clients for a measly sum of money I would have sorted him out,"
Fang Yanli who was hovering in the air almost rolled her eyes at her comment, was there any point in saying that? So what if the master was good? In the end, wasn't he purely evil? Was there any need to compliment him? However, she somehow resisted the urge to roll her eyes at Song Yan and somewhat impatiently asked, " you mean to say that our trip here is going to be a wasted one?"
Song Yan turned her head to look at Fang Yanli and gave her a ' are you serious look' before she pointed at herself and asked with a smile, " Yanli, who am I?"
Seeing that sly smile on her mistress's face, Fang Yanli stiffened and croaked in a panicky voice, " My master, the one who rules the Yin ring despite not having a drop of the Gu family line." The ring that was called hell's fire was carved by the first head of the Gu family and because of that, this ring on Song Yan's hand only took the children of the Gu family as its master, if someone else other than the bloodline of the Gu tried to take it over it will retaliate and burn the thief along with itself.
But Song Yan was an exception with her years of cultivation she took control of the ring with her strength alone.
" That's right," said Song Yan as she took out two pieces of talisman paper and the Xieye pen from the space of the ring. She bit down on her thumb and then let the pen in her hand soak the drop of the blood, the Xieye pen's purpose was simple. Unlike the time when the masters had to collect a generous amount of their blood before drawing a talisman this pen would only soak a single drop of blood and then form an invisible connection with the blood flowing in the body, with its magical ability, the pen drew blood without any deep gashes and cuts on the wrist and arms, which made the work easier.
Song Yan drew on the talisman with her blood, once she was finished, she blew on both of the talismans before muttering a spell then she threw them in the air. The writing on the talisman changed to a golden glow as soon as they were flung in the air, and then with a swoosh, they flew away. " Follow those talismans."
Fang Yanli did as Song Yan asked her, the two of them followed the talismans that were flying in the air and only stopped when the talisman came to a sudden stop and fell and stuck itself to a marble grave that was considered new.
"What's this? Did you make a mistake?" asked Fang Yanli, the grave that hid the array was obviously very old and but compared to that grave, this one was fairly new and seemed to be built just a few years ago. The marble might have lost its lustre but the one with the array was so old that its wood was splintering, how can the two be the same?
Song Yan sighed and pursed her lips and smiled in a rather unkind way. "You really think that I will not scatter your soul and make it impossible for you to reincarnate?"
Fang Yanli very wisely shut up.
Song Yan turned her attention to the grave and carefully studied the spell that was cast on it. She was a ghost cultivator and her master was kind enough to let her read the books which comprised the ancient texts and dark arts which not only recorded the spells to ward ghosts but also many other spells such as creating a mirage and so on. Later on, when the enemies of her master found out that her master has subdued an evil spirit like her and made her a weapon to fight alongside her, they have destroyed those books but Song Yan has already finished cultivating to the highest level back then so it was all in vain.
The master whom Song Lan hired wasn't a novice and knew what he was doing, if it was someone else then they would have been trapped in a spot by him but she was different-
After carefully analysing the spell cast on the grave, Song Yan swiftly muttered a counter curse and broke the spell that was responsible for creating the mirage. Once the spell broke, the old grave that was hiding the array appeared at once.
"Holy shit! How did it come here?" Fang Yanli was surprised when she noticed that the grave that she marked was suddenly moved to a new space. How can a grave move from one spot to another and that too so cleanly?
Song Yan shrugged as she crouched down and took her talisman off which burnt into crisp the second its job was done. " The master must have sensed your presence, because of your high cultivation he might not have been able to track you since you were hiding your ghostly aura but he is powerful enough to realise that someone was watching him and that's why he moved this grave, don't forget, he is relying on these arrays to earn a quick some of the money. He can't afford to make a mistake." With that said Song Yan immediately threw a flying talisman on the grave- that quickly rose in the air and once it hovered in the air, the array that was hidden deep under it was revealed.
As soon as the grave was lifted off the deep pit that it was occupying, the bloody array that was drawn on the ground came into view. A straw doll laid at the centre of the array with a talisman sticking to it that read 'Yan', on the head of the doll a single strand of hair was wrapped around it. Song Yan jumped in the pit, and carefully studied the array- there was no trigger or warning spell cast on it, well there goes the last of her worries, She flexed her five fingers and a black mist covered her entire palm like it was on fire.
Swiping her hand she broke the array that was stopping her from reaching the doll, the Yin energy that was circling around the doll crackled and hissed before dissipating in a wave of smoke. Song Yan then casually entered the bloody circle that was drawn on the ground and picked up the doll, she carefully assessed it and almost sighed in relief when she realised that her luck would soon return back to her since she was still alive. " Redeem!" The ring on her finger glowed as it shot out a thin string of blue flames and burned the doll in ashes.
Song Yan stared at the burned remains of the doll as her lips curled up in a mocking sneer. ' such a small thing yet it devoured her mother and almost devoured her as well,'
She stomped on the burned remains to release some of her frustration, this was just the first step. One by one, she will stomp on every single thing that meant something to Song Lan until the latter had no choice but to live like a street rat but knowing Song Lan, she would rather die than live in poverty. Very well, that was fine too- once she dies, she will remember to capture her dark soul and scatter it into pieces so that she will never be able to reincarnate…this fate was exactly what Song Lan deserved.
Once she was done dealing with the array that was mooching off her luck, Song Yan got out of the pit and returned everything to its usual place such that no one would be able to detect anything amiss. Song Lan was able to touch those heights in her past life because she was smart enough to hide in the dark, in front of the world she showed a side that was lovable and sweet, but in the dark, she hid like a snake that suffocated it's prey to death without them even knowing who was slowly sucking off their life force.
It would be foolish of her if she let them detect anything, she was still not strong to fight against Song Lan. Her dear half-sister not only had this mysterious master on her side but also her father, the Song family might not be a big deal in front of the Fu family but compared to her who had nothing and no one on her side, she was considerably weak. Right, now she not only need to raise her strength but also her bank balance, something she was lacking.
"Is it done?" asked Fang Yanli as she watched Song Yan seal off the grave.
"It's done," affirmed Song Yan as she turned her attention to the grave that concealed the array that suck her mother's luck off, she took a shaky breath and walked towards it but the more she got closer to it the more she was pushed back. It was as if something invisible was pushing her back. Song Yan had to grit her teeth and dug her heels in the ground as she dragged herself closer to the grave, " this doesn't feel like a protection spell."
Fang Yanli sniffed the air as she conceded, " you are right. This feels more like-"
" a grudge field." Song Yan gritted out.
Such heavy yin energy was coming out of the grave under which the array was concealed, Song Yan had only sensed energy similar to this coming out of places where the spirits of people who were wrongfully murdered wandered. Those who died an unjustified death, without receiving justice would always bear a grave resentment in their hearts, instead of moving on to the afterlife these souls would then create a field around the area where they died or were being suppressed under - these spots would later become grudge fields.
And what's more whoever came in contact with a grudge field would be marked by the spirit who wouldn't stop haunting that person who trespassed the field until they died.
" Will we be hunted down by your mother? Like I don't think you will be able to reap your mother's soul," said Fang Yanli apprehensively. Even though she was a ghost, she still felt chills down her spine as she got closer to the grudge field. A grudge like this meant that Song Yan's mother's death wasn't just cruel it was horrifying!
Song Yan understood this too, she watched the dark webs of miasma that were pushing her away and felt her heart go cold every time she was pushed back by a yin wave. Just how did they kill her mother? This …this grievance just didn't carry the unwillingness that her mother had in her heart but also a promise of reprisal and vengeance. Her mother was a kind woman whose smile was filled with nothing but warmth to corner a woman like her until she became like this … Song Yan's nose went sour as another wave of fury washed over her and pushed her several steps back.
" Chu Lian, I will never forgive you." hissed a hoarse voice that caused goosebumps to erupt all over her skin. Not because she was scared but because this voice was coming from the bottom of the grave, fear didn't overwhelm her but instead, horror washed over her, this voice…if it was coming from the bottom of the grave then-
" They split her soul in half."
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