Chapter 91: The Fisherman’s Gain

Fei Yun’s resentful gaze made Su Che become cautiously alert. “Could this woman be skilled in mind-related spells? Her eyes are so strange; I need to be careful…”
Fei Yun wasn’t stupid either. She obviously guessed that Su Che’s appearance at this moment was aimed at reaping benefits at others’ expense. So, she gently persuaded him, “Su Che, you can’t hurt Senior Sister Zhen Zhen.”
Su Che frowned, sensing the odd tone in her voice. He wasn’t familiar with her—why would she be so gentle? Yet he still said, “You two have chased me relentlessly. Why shouldn’t I fight back?”
“It’s like this…”
Fei Yun took out a handkerchief to wipe away her tears and explained softly, “If this were a random encounter in the mountains, you could easily benefit from the situation without anyone suspecting you later. But since Senior Sister Zhen Zhen brought me out, many people on Tianwu Peak know our target is you. If anything happens to her, suspicion will first fall on you. Even if you kill us and create the illusion of dying together with that demon cultivator, our master, the ‘Venerable of Tianwu,’ still won’t believe you easily. He will definitely use soul-searching spells on you. Unless you’re willing to wander the world forever and never return to the Tianxuan Sect.”
As she spoke, Su Che stopped advancing. He thought, “Yes, what she says makes sense. Whether I kill them or capture them and send them to the Immortal Prison, the people on Tianwu Peak will suspect me. As a direct disciple, Zhen Zhen must be the Venerable of Tianwu’s treasure. He certainly won’t believe my explanation easily. If they use soul-searching spells on me, even if they can’t uncover the truth, they might discover the Immortal Prison Pagoda in my mind…”
Lao He also said, “Yes, master. We can’t touch Zhen Zhen! We can’t take such a risk!”
“No rush, no rush!” Su Che calmed himself down. “Anyway, I have the advantage now. I must not waste this precious opportunity. I certainly can’t let this wretched woman get away unscathed… I need to come up with a proper plan to teach her a lesson. At the very least, I can’t let her retaliate against me anymore.”
With these thoughts, Su Che changed direction and walked back to the center of the battlefield, picking up the fallen spiritual weapons— the flying sword, the white jade ring, and the blood-red demon sword of the bald man.

Su Che also realized that the conflict with Zhen Zhen was now openly apparent. Whether he took her things or not, she would never develop any goodwill toward him. So, it was better to take them—nothing was lost by doing so.

As he approached the bald man, Su Che remained vigilant in his mind: “Lao Hei, is that guy dead?”

“Not yet. He’s seriously injured and in a deep coma,” Lao Hei replied based on his vital signs.

Su Che was always cautious. He already envisioned a scenario: he walked over, and the man suddenly jumped up to deliver a fatal blow… Just earlier, it was his carelessness that led to Zhen Zhen’s attack, nearly ruining everything.

Thus, Su Che drew his magic sword. With swift slashes, standing ten zhang away, he used his sword control skills to pierce that pile of charred flesh several more times. Finally, with a single decisive swing, he severed the man’s head.

In front of Fei Yun, they couldn’t capture anyone and bring them to the Immortal Prison, so they had no choice but to kill the bald man.

“He’s dead! This strike definitely killed him!” Lao Hei quickly fawned, “Master is truly meticulous. Lao Hei admires you.”

“Meticulous? Not enough!”

Su Che once again used his sword, slashing around and cutting off the bald man’s limbs.

Those in the demonic path used bizarre techniques. Even without a head, it was possible they might turn into some other monster.

Meanwhile, Fei Yun, who was still channeling vital energy to treat Zhen Zhen, watched her “beloved” with admiration, thinking to herself, “Bold and meticulous—clearly someone destined for great things.”

Just as she was praising him, her “beloved” fell victim!

After tearing the bald man into eight pieces, Su Che boldly stepped forward, closing the distance to one zhang. He was about to use his energy control skills to grab the Qi Bag from his waist…

Suddenly, a transparent shadow emerged from the corpse’s neck, rushing forward at incredible speed before vanishing into Su Che’s forehead.

A soul had possessed him, intent on taking over his body!

Su Che’s body stiffened as he heard a voice in his mind: “Hateful! Hateful! To die at the hands of a wretched brat! Fine! Since you killed me, I’ll take your body and trap your soul in the Ten-Thousand Ghost Banner, turning you into a vicious ghost who can never be reborn!”

Fei Yun immediately realized something was wrong. She couldn’t care for Zhen Zhen any longer and rushed over in haste.

To her surprise, Su Che suddenly turned around, raising her magic sword as if to strike… but she noticed that her expression wasn’t one of malicious intent—it seemed more anxious and concerned. As a result, her magic sword hesitated and wasn’t launched immediately.
“You…”
Fei Yun stopped in her tracks, her face filled with worry. “Are you okay?”
Su Che didn’t respond. Instead, she stared at her with confusion, thinking, “This woman is really strange. Clearly, we’re enemies—why would she act like this? Is she some kind of kind-hearted good person who treats everyone the same? But then, why would Zhen Zhen bring her to hunt me?”
Even though Su Che was highly perceptive, she still couldn’t imagine the existence of such a peculiar thing as “emotional bonds” in the world.
As for the intruder in her mind, Su Che didn’t bother dealing with him. Such matters could be handled by Lao Hei and Xian Yu.
In her mind, the bald man’s soul kept screaming, “What’s going on? This body has already been taken over once! Ugh, why am I so unlucky?”
The bald man was an expert in the art of ghosts and immediately realized that Su Che’s soul wasn’t the original owner of this body either. A body could only be taken over once. Even if he managed to destroy Su Che’s soul, it would result in mutual destruction, leaving him unable to be reborn and doomed to reincarnation.
“Ah!”
Suddenly, he let out another agonized scream because the Xian Yu Pagoda appeared abruptly, emitting beams of golden light that caused severe damage to his soul.
Inside Xian Yu, Lao Hei explained to Su Che, “Master, this guy’s soul power is too strong. I don’t have the ability to capture him and bring him to Xian Yu. I can only destroy him like this.”
Su Che immediately replied, “It doesn’t matter. If we can’t capture him, kill him. We can’t keep him around anyway.”
She could accept Lao Hei’s explanation. After all, Lao Hei’s soul power was only at the fourth level of Qi cultivation, while the bald man’s soul power was extremely strong. Even if he were captured and brought to Xian Yu, Lao Hei might not be able to control him. It was better to eliminate him completely.
“Ah… What is this? A soul-subduing artifact?”
The bald man’s soul screamed in agony. It had nowhere to hide in Su Che’s mind. It tried to fight back but couldn’t shake the black pagoda. It could only watch as the golden beams gradually drained its soul energy.
Enduring the noise in her mind, Su Che put away her Qiankun Bag before turning to Fei Yun and saying, “Now, it’s time to talk about what’s between us.”

“Are you really okay?” Fei Yun still wore a concerned expression.
“You…!” Su Che could no longer bear her and said bluntly, “I’ve been hesitating whether to get rid of you all. How could you treat me like this…”
His words stalled as he didn’t know how to describe her properly.
“I… I’m also fine…”
Fei Yun, filled with sorrow, suppressed her pain, bit her lower lip, and returned to Zhen Zhen, kneeling down to continue healing her.
Su Che stared at her for a while before ultimately shaking his head helplessly. No matter what schemes she was using, how could he bring himself to draw his sword on such a weak and gentle woman?
In his mind, the bald man’s soul continued to scream and flee, yet it could never escape the golden light of the Immortal Prison Pagoda. Its spiritual strength kept weakening, but it didn’t seem like it would be destroyed anytime soon.
The chaos in his head made Su Che irritable as well. With a cold expression, he said to Fei Yun, “Give me Zhen Zhen’s Qiandun Bag.”
“No!” Fei Yun quickly waved her hand. “It’s one thing to take the senior sister’s flying sword and jade ring, but taking her Qiandun Bag would be a great shame for everyone. Your hatred would never be resolved then.”
“Hmph, with her vindictive nature…” Su Che sneered. “Just taking the flying sword and jade ring probably won’t resolve this grudge either.”
“Well…” Fei Yun tilted her head and came up with a suggestion.