Bai Jin sat on the chair in the garden for a long ti without speaking.
Instead, he observed Mu Yunchu for a long ti.
"That old thing, though not impressive himself, his choice of disciple isn’t bad."
As soon as he spoke, it was clear that he was an old acquaintance of Mu Yunchu’s master.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t use the term ’old thing.’
Moreover, it also indirectly indicated that he wasn’t just a ’bank employee.’
Mu Yunchu asked, "Sir, do you know my master?"
"More than just know."
There was a hint of another emotion in Bai Jin’s eyes, sowhat empty as he looked into the distance.
This state didn’t last long before he returned his gaze.
He pushed the item in his hand forward, "This is what that old thing asked to keep for you."
Three pairs of eyes simultaneously fell on his right hand, expressions sowhat subtle.
"Ah! I’m sorry."
"This is the one."
Bai Jin hurriedly pulled back his thermos.
He pushed the wooden box a bit further away.
No one paid mind to the recent mishap, while Mu Yunchu stared at the box, lost in thought.
A flash of light crossed her eyes; she saw that a ’restriction’ had been applied on it. That was why she couldn’t calculate the nature of the item.
Bai Jin chuckled softly, "Don’t bother calculating."
"The item is right in front of you, let open it for you to see."
With a slight flick of his finger, the box’s lock instantly opened.
However, he didn’t imdiately open it; instead, he wore a more serious expression as he looked at Mu Yunchu.
"But there are so things I need to clarify with you first."
"Once opened, many things can’t be undone."
Bai Jin’s hesitant deanor added mystery to the item inside the box.
Mu Yunchu replied with a question: "Are you referring to the Jing Family?"
"Not just them."
Mu Yunchu felt that this person appeared young, yet spoke with the deanor of ’an old sage.’
More like an elder.
Additionally, she couldn’t discern his birth chart.
Bai Jin seed to sense sothing.
Once the wooden box was opened, laying quietly inside was a deep green jade.
The texture was warm and delicate, emitting a faint glow.
Though seemingly ordinary, Mu Yunchu could feel its overwhelming energy.
Mu Yunchu frowned slightly, tentatively speaking after a mont: "Soul Nourishing Jade?"
"Oh?" Bai Jin raised an eyebrow in surprise, "You recognize this item?"
Such legendary artifact hadn’t surfaced in nearly a century; recognition required frequent reference to ancient texts.
"Seen in books," Mu Yunchu briefly replied.
Yet the Soul Nourishing Jade’s function was worth pondering.
As its na implies, the jade nurtures the soul.
But this piece was not rely so simple.
It’s rumored that a wisp of spirit can attach to it, using nourishnt to complete the three souls and seven spirits.
This connected to why Jing Anjun would exhaust efforts, risking life to obtain it...
Her expression slightly changed, asking somberly: "Who does Jing Anjun wish to revive?"
...
anwhile, Jing Anjun stood before his family’s ancestral hall, resembling a defeated rooster.
He dared not even raise his head to look at the wisp of black aura before him.
The already overwhelming voice grew even more enraged today.
"You an to say, that item can’t be secured?"
Jing Anjun’s body trembled.
Attempting to explain, "I truly didn’t expect..."
Only to be sharply interrupted, "There are many things you didn’t expect!"
The human-face-like black aura shone red from the eye-like hollows.
The next mont, Jing Anjun found himself floating in mid-air.
A strong panic of losing control over his body engulfed him entirely.
He felt as though a pair of large hands clamped around his neck, gradually tightening...
Breathing thinned, the scene before him blurred.
At that mont, Jing Anjun had a feeling.
’The ancestor’ truly intended to kill him.
Exhausting his last strength, he began to plead.
"rcy, ancestor!"
"I am the Jing Family’s last remaining hope."
Jing Anjun thought that saying this, the other might show rcy for the family’s bloodline.
Yet the pressure around his neck didn’t ease.
The fear within his heart grew stronger.
His desperate pleas beca more frequent.
"One last chance, just one, I promise I won’t fail again!"
After this, he could utter no more sound.
If the ancestor didn’t relent, he might have truly t his end.
Fortunately, he felt the pressure on his neck loosen.
He fell to the ground.
Breathing once more, he gasped for air, unable to speak for a while.
Seeing him groveling like a dog, the black aura showed no compassion.
Sotis, Jing Anjun doubted the severity of its actions, questioning if it was truly his ancestor.
But he dared not ask.
Especially after a recent venture through Yama Hall.
His fear of the black aura couldn’t be greater now.
After assuring multiple tis that he wouldn’t fail next ti, Jing Anjun nearly crawled out in fear.
Every second spent inside the ancestral hall left him breathless.
Upon closing the door, the black aura split in two in mid-air.
The voices also beca two.
One was the familiar voice speaking with Jing Anjun all along.
The other was sharper...clearly female.
"You let him go? Better to kill and take over his body."
"Taking over is inevitable, but my ultimate aim is the Soul Nourishing Jade..."
The room fell into a brief silence, even the temperature dropped considerably.
If not for that old thing, they wouldn’t be in this plight.
Neither alive nor truly dead.
Jing Anjun’s status was favorable, yet a fool.
This prolonged the completion of their plan.
After a mont, the male voice spoke again, calming, "Rest assured, I’ll ensure your damaged soul recovers."
"Don’t worry."
...
Bai Jin spoke at length.
After formally handing the Soul Nourishing Jade to Mu Yunchu.
He continued, "Your master entrusted this item to with two intentions."
He was in debt, risking the entire shop.
Within three months, if Mu Yunchu didn’t raise enough money and the shop vanished, she could live peacefully as an ordinary person.
Certain matters are naturally for professionals to worry about.
But...
If Mu Yunchu raised enough money.
It implied she had chosen this path.
Also indicating she possessed the ability to take over the shop.
"He naturally hoped you’d pursue the first option."
"Although knowing your high talent in mystic arts, he wished to avoid danger for you."
Bai Jin took a deep breath, sowhat nostalgically musing, "Unfortunately, your master gambled wrong."
After completing his duties, he walked to the door, glancing back at the shop. A gust carried leaves rustling at his feet.
Rendering his solitary figure even more lonely.
His voice no longer youthful, but suddenly aged centuries.
"Old friend, your disciple is more formidable than you’d imagined."
"I hope you’re knowledgeable in your afterlife, able to rest in peace."
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