In contrast, Young Master Zhao’s gaze was full of affection and excitement. He gently touched his sister’s cheek and softly said, "Lingfu, tonight your brother is sending you off in marriage. In your next life, you will surely be safe and happy." After speaking, he placed a red veil over Zhao Lingfu’s head.
Then, Changying also took out another talisman and placed it on Chu Yang’s forehead. Chu Yang, still unconscious, was also dressed in wedding robes. As the bell rang, the two stood in front of the table.
"First bow to heaven and earth!" Changying shouted, manipulating the two to bow. Chu Yang, being alive, bowed naturally, but Zhao Lingfu’s corpse, being stiff, had difficulty bending.
Yujing and Yushao clung to each other, watching the entire wedding ceremony. Chu Yang was tall and handsome, and the two of them couldn’t help but feel it was a pity.
After the ceremony, Changying performed another ritual, casting a red thread that tied the two’s wrists together.
"Enter the coffin!" The bell rang again, and Chu Yang and Zhao Lingfu were manipulated into the coffin. It was a double coffin, spacious enough for the two to lie side by side.
Young Master Zhao looked at his sister’s figure with reluctance in his eyes, but he still had concerns and asked, "Daoist, what if Chu Yang regains consciousness midway and abandons Lingfu, what then?"
"They are bound by the red thread. Unless their souls are scattered, they cannot abandon each other," Changying explained. "By the time the underworld gate closes, Chu Yang will have no choice but to continue forward."
Hearing this, Young Master Zhao finally relaxed. "I leave it to you, Daoist."
"I will do my best," Changying said, raising her dust whisk. She threw out a talisman and performed a hand seal to open the underworld gate. The yin energy in the mountain grew stronger, and the wind howled incessantly.
Changying exerted all her strength, sweat beading on her forehead, her hands trembling, yet the underworld gate only opened a small crack. Helpless, she had to call upon her master for help.
"Useless!" her master scolded from behind, disdainful, but still lent her strength. Changying felt aggrieved. The underworld gate connected to the underworld, and if ordinary people could open it easily, the world would be in chaos.
As the black hole of the underworld appeared, Yushao and Yujing, without needing instruction, pulled out the souls of Chu Yang and Zhao Lingfu, sending them towards the underworld gate.
Young Master Zhao, having used a talisman to open his spiritual eyes, saw his sister’s soul, somewhat faint and illusory, tightening his heart. He couldn’t help but shout, "Lingfu, remember, hold onto Chu Yang’s hand! Let him lead you through the Yellow Springs Road and over the Bridge of Helplessness!"
Zhao Lingfu, after her death, had not recovered her senses, her soul sealed within her body by Changying who had arrived promptly. Unlike Chu Yang, she was not dazed. She knew they had bowed in marriage and were to enter the underworld together, walking the Yellow Springs Road.
She turned back, her expression anxious, wanting to warn her brother, but Changying had already seen through her, sweeping her dust whisk to immediately close the underworld gate.
Changying had consumed a lot of her energy and looked somewhat exhausted. She glanced at the two in the coffin. With Chu Yang’s soul also drawn out, he no longer breathed.
It’s just your misfortune, to have such matching eight characters with Zhao Lingfu.
"Seal the coffin," Changying said. "Cover it with yin soil to cut off the yang energy. Even if the ghost officers find Chu Yang’s unfinished lifespan and send him back, his soul cannot return to his body."
Young Master Zhao glanced sideways without hesitation, waving for his men to quickly seal the coffin and bury it.
The yin soil was dug from other graves and had accumulated heavy yin energy over time.
By the time the coffin was buried, it was already past midnight. Young Master Zhao touched the tombstone and breathed a long sigh of relief.
Changying, now eager, said, "Young Master, I have completed this task. Please hand over the antidote!"
Young Master Zhao slightly turned his head, staring at Changying for a moment, and smiled faintly. "Daoist, the Ninth Princess already knows I took Chu Yang. My life alone cannot quell her anger."
Changying’s face changed instantly. "Young Master, are you planning to burn the bridge after crossing it, and drag us down with you?!"
Young Master Zhao, with his hands behind his back, leisurely said, "Daoist, you’ve committed so many wrongdoings. Can’t you do one good deed now?"
But who knows if their lives can save the entire Flame Sect.
"Scoundrel!" Changying’s face twisted in anger. She immediately threw a talisman, intending to control Young Master Zhao.
Young Master Zhao slightly lifted his chin, showing no panic. A small item slipped from his sleeve. He held it in his hand, and a blinding light flashed, reflecting the power of the talisman back.
Changying had not expected him to have a protective artifact and couldn’t react in time, getting injured by her own talisman. She staggered back, her internal organs wounded.
"Master!" Yujing and Yushao rushed over.
They saw that Young Master Zhao was holding a bagua mirror covered in talismans.
He coldly stared at Changying. "Knowing your expertise with talismans, how could I not be prepared?"
"Your treachery knows no bounds!" Changying cursed. But despite her injuries, she was not an ordinary opponent. She suddenly laughed ominously.
Young Master Zhao sensed something was wrong. The cold night wind carried a faint smell of blood.
Having trained in martial arts since childhood, he quickly shielded his chest with the bagua mirror.
Bang! The attacking sword shattered the mirror. Young Master Zhao dodged and saw that the attacker was Changying’s male disciple, Yuyong.
Yuyong had been guarding the mountain’s base, so how did he arrive silently? Young Master Zhao, his face dark, realized Yuyong must have used an invisibility talisman, hiding nearby and waiting for an opportunity.
All his trusted men were already dead. His bagua mirror, which could counteract talismans, was shattered. Young Master Zhao felt his situation grow dire.
Seeing the tables turn, with Young Master Zhao now in dire straits, Changying laughed maniacally. "Young Master, hand over the antidote, or I will burn the coffin with Hell Ghost Fire, making your sister’s soul vanish on the Yellow Springs Road!"
"What did you say?" Young Master Zhao didn’t believe it. "Lingfu has already entered the underworld gate. How can you make her soul vanish?"
Changying stood up shakily, a cold smile on her lips. "Ordinary fire can’t do it, but this is Hell Ghost Fire. They’ve only just died, so it will work on them."