My heart sank. Thespiritwas here!

Iattacked withthe Yin and Yang Umbrellaas Iturned around.However, thespiritwastoo fast.WhileI wasin the middle of my attack, he had already backed offand returnedto his footless ghost form.

“Bianhe, stop it!”

I somewhat admired this persistent historical figure. Moreover, what he had experienced was verytragic, soIdidn’t want to hurt him further.

Thespiritignored me. He laughed strangely andturnedinto a red mist that came toward me.Blood drained from my face. I hurried to spinthe Yin and Yang Umbrella, forcingthe red mist to back off.

Given the circumstances, I could only hold my ground and was unable to helpChuyi.IfIgot distracted, Bianhe would immediately storm toward me. Theworstthing was that I couldn’t hurt him. After one night of recovering, Bianhe seemed to be much stronger.

My strength was draining and my movements were slowing down.Eventually, I had to shift my strategy from defending to attacking. I read theBigDipper Sirius Spelland got ready to attack withthe Sirius Whip.

The Sirius Whip released amagnificentred glow when the spell was activated. I gritted my teethand prepared to use all of my remainingstrength to lashat the spirit. Bianhecouldn’t react in time and seemed scared.

Whenmywhip was about to hit him, I felta tinge of regret. After all, thisstrike was enough to destroy his soul.But to my surprise,when my strike hit him, he didn’t scream or flinch.

“How could it be?” I dropped my jaw in surpriseand lookedat Bianhe.

Ibecame aghastwhen I realizedthat I was encircled by many sneering ghosts!

Thespirithad learned to clone itself, andI had justdestroyedone of his cloneswhile the real one was unhurt.

In the meantime,I had used up my strength, and my legsfelt likejelly.I staggeredand landedon my butt.

Bianhesmiled maliciously. He opened his mouthand blewred mist toward me.

I was surrounded, andI didn’t have any strength left to wield the Sirius Whip. At the moment my life was at stake, Chuyi cameand chanted amysterious spellthatsounded rather pleasant to the ears. Then, he drew his eight-facedHan sword out ofitssheath. The sword released acoldblue light.magic

“You evildoer! You see me, an immortal,andyoudon’t kneel?”Immortal Lu Dongbin’s voice camefromChuyi’s mouth.After hearinghis voice, I heaved a sigh of relief. At the same time, I felt a little irritated. He wasn’t being fair. When I invited him, he lingered and wasn’t willing to help.Meanwhile,Chuyicould call him at any time.

Bianhe was bewildered when he heard Lu Dongbin’sshout. The red mistthat was attackingmewas gone; hisclonesalso disappeared.

Thespiritstood in front ofus,lookingat me and Chuyi. Themurderous aura in his eyes wasfading, replaced by confusion.

I then heard theold man’s voice from the lodge. “Don’t stop!That man isn’t an immortal. He’s fooling you!”

After the old man said that, Bianhe’s eyes turned crimson again.He gritted his teethandhowled,producing moreclones. This time, his clones were almost double the amount as the previous time.

It took me a while tounderstand what was happening.Lu Dongbin was bornduringthe Tang Dynasty, whileBianhe was from the pre-Qin Dynasty.It was nowonder he didn’t know Lu Dongbin.

“You leave me with no choice!” Chuyi snorted. His body darted like an arrow released fromabow. His eight-facedHan sword movedswiftly, cutting apartmany of theclones. He was so fast that I couldn’t see his attacks clearly.

Every time I sawtheswordmove, Bianhe screeched. In the end, there was only one left.He was terrified andturned into a red mist, trying to fleeinto the wooden lodge.

“You want to run?” Chuyi threw the Han sword across the air. The sword flashed with blue lightand piercedthrough the red shadow. Bianhe’s bodyscattered like sand grains.

At the same time, Zhou Tian screamed his heart out from the small lodge. “Father, father…”

Aswe had dealt withthespirit, Lu Dongbin didn’twaste time and left. Chuyi slowly opened his eyesand regainedhis composure. Then, he walked to the wooden lodge. I followed him.

Zhou Tian was holding an old man, weepingloudly.

The old man was vomiting blood, and hisentire body was shaking. At first glance, I knew he wouldn’t survive.

Anyway,Zhou Tian hadcalledthis man‘father’! I now understood why hisexpression changed so muchat that time. His father hadn’t died that yearandhad been hiding in the dark, looking fora chance to kill him!

However,why was he tryingto kill his son? Icouldn't understand.

After the grannie’s incident, Zhou Tian had completely changed.Anyway, although he knew his father had tried to kill him,Zhou Tianstill got on his kneesand beggedus to save his father.

I was touched by his filial piety. I wanted to save the old man, butIsawthat his soul had half vanished.Wecouldno longerdo anything.

“Chuyi, what happened?”

Chuyi answered with his cold voice,“Didyou think Bianhe would be able to create so many clones after just one night ofrest? This old man used his soul to replenish Bianhe.When Bianhe perished, hewas also affected.”

After listening to him, I didn’t know what to say. I pulled Zhou Tian up.

Chuyi thought for a momentandsquatted by the old man. He asked,“Before you go, can you tell me the reason?”

“Cough…” The old man vomited blood. He used thelast bits of strength to ask, “Kid, have you heard the story of Mrs. ZhouShi, who kept watch by her husband’s coffin?”

“What? You are fromtheZhou family?”

Chuyi was surprisedas he lookedat the old man. Slowly, he read, “Mrs. ZhouShistayed beside her husband’s grave on the south flank of the mountain. Through a thousand years of wind and cloud, this ugly wife had no regrets. All of her life, she wanted to be with Bianhe in Nirvana.”

The old man listenedasChuyi recited thepoem. Then, he turned to Zhou Tianand mouthedsomething. However, his eyes closed before he could make a sound.

“Father!” Zhou Tian hugged him as he sobbed.

I couldn’t stand this sort of atmosphere, so I pulled Chuyiand left. “Who was Mrs. ZhouShi? What’s the meaning of thatpoem?”

“Mrs. ZhouShiwas the first wife of Bianhe. Bianhe left her because she was uglyandremarried a beautiful woman. However, his life had ups and downs. When Bianhe offered his jade to the Kings, he wasn’t rewarded but punished. His feet were chopped off. The beautiful woman then left him. Mrs. ZhouShi, the wife he had left, stayed to take care of him. After Bianhe died, Mrs. ZhouShiwatched overhis grave for the rest of her life. Her image has becomeasymbol of loyalty and dignity.”

He sighed and glanced atZhou Tian. “Generations of the Zhou family havefulfilledtheir ancestor’s wish by watching over Bianhe’s grave. If that old man could control Bianhe’sspirit, he must have been a grave-keeper before.As for the reasonwhy he attacked his son, I think only his mother knows…”

When we told the grannie the situation, she criedand shookuncontrollably. “Thatold man! How stupidcould you be! HowcanIkeep on living?!”

It turned out Zhou Tian wasn’t the old man’s biological son. While the old man was in the army, a thug in the village had raped his wife. She got pregnant and gave birth to Zhou Tian. When the old man came home after he was discharged from the military, he knew Zhou Tian wasn’t his son. But because of his love for his wife, he didn’t want toleave her.

He secretlyasked around. Eventually, helearnedthat the thug that had harmed his family was already dead. His flame of anger couldn’tbe ventedout, so he pointed his spear at the poor, illegitimate son.

Ashe didn’t want to hurt his wife, he planned to use thespirit.Eventually,the plan that he had incubated for half of his life wasruinedbecause of me. Perhaps, it was the Will of Heaven...

However, from the look on the old man’s facebefore he died, I thought he had finally accepted this son. Anyway, his deathwasn’t in vainas it had been exchanged for Zhou Tian’s filial heart!