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“Father Niu, we heard that most of the elixirs sold in that shop was made by themselves, that’s why we thought about going to take a look at the pill repository.” continued Yi Qing. “Both Master and I examined that pill repository, and there was no Soul Extracting Pill. Those elixirs with problems were all finished pills as well. The shopkeeper said they were specially made by others and in the whole immortal city only they had them, but he wouldn’t tell us where those pills came from.”

“So… you guys directly burned those elixirs to draw those people out?”

“Yes.”

“Even if this is the case, this matter has nothing to do with us, right? Why are you interfering with such matters?” Although the behavior of adding Soul Extracting Pills to elixirs to destroy consciousness was far too villainous, with so many cultivators in the world, there were sure to be some evil ones, and it was impossible for them to deal with every matter. The Heavenly Dao would naturally set things to order when the time came. “In any case, didn’t you say that Soul Extracting Pills are used in very small amounts and won’t affect cultivation? You may just find an opportunity to point out!”

“Indeed, but what was strange was that the seriously injured cultivator actually specifically requested us to buy from that shop.” Yi Qing frowned. “I suggested that he buy Spirit Molding Pills instead, as the price was similar but elixirs for fixing meridians was more effective under his condition. But he refused.”

“You’re saying…” Lonemoon stopped for a second. “that the cultivator might have known that there was Soul Extracting Pill in those elixirs?”

Yi Qing nodded.

“That’s impossible. Why did he deliberately eat such elixirs that are harmful to consciousness for? Was he mad? Was he too impatient to die?”

Wait a moment!

“Where’s that cultivator?”

“He left after eating the elixirs.” Yi Qing’s face darkened. “However, his injuries were very serious at the time, and his foundation was already destroyed. Even with a whole bottle of Qi Preserving Pills it’d be difficult to preserve his life. Even if he was okay, he wouldn’t be able to cultivate afterwards. I found it very strange, so I left a tracing spell on him. Yet after two hours…” He directly took out a talisman paper. On it, the spell talisman which was originally golden had turned black, with a faint bit of death Qi floating upon it.

“He’s dead?!” Lonemoon was stunned. He looked more carefully at that talisman paper, and realized that though there was death Qi, there was no baleful Qi, which meant that… “He committed suicide! How poor was his mental capacity? Dying well was worse than living badly. Just because he couldn’t cultivate any more, he killed himself? What use was buying elixirs then.

“No, Father Niu. Look at it more carefully.” Yi Qing directly handed over the talisman paper.

Lonemoon took it over. Subconsciously, he followed the trace of that death Qi, but realized that among the death Qi, there was also a little bit of live Qi which was hard to notice. Newly-born life Qi. “Holy **! He was reincarnated? So fast!” Wait, no, with such speed… “His soul was directly reincarnated without entering the Underworld!”

“Yup.” Yi Qing nodded. “His being reincarnated so fast must have something to do with that Soul Extracting Pill. There may be some hidden matters here.”

Lonemoon frowned deeper and deeper. If this was really the case, they’d have no choice but to intervene. All living beings of the world have to pass through the River of Forgetfulness into Underworld before entering Samsara because of nothing else but the fact that souls are exhausted regardless of the length of time it spent in the world. This could be noticed by nobody else except the three of them and Shortie. Souls go in and out of the River of Forgetfulness for no other reason but that such time was required to replenish the soul to its complete state.

In the immortal realm, immortals of higher cultivation indeed all had the ability to send people into Samsara. For example, when Chen Ge sent his mental demon into the world, it also went like this without going back to the Underworld. However, the soul was incomplete this way. There was no problem for Shortie because she was Meng Po! With others, the problem may not be obvious when they interfered with Samsara for two or three times, but with more times, the soul body would get weaker and weaker, until it disappeared completely in the end.

This was definitely abnormal. Besides, the merits and demerits of a person were clearly recorded. Which small world the person was reincarnated into, what quality he or she was born with, they were all decided accordingly. Casually interfering with Samsara was equivalent to indirectly interfering with the laws of Heavenly Dao.

Heavenly Dao was like a most sophisticated calculation apparatus. Though it could self-correct by reflecting karma on those who occasionally interfered with Samsara, if such bugs were too many, even the most sophisticated machine would go wrong. If the Heavenly Dao cannot calculate properly, it would create chaos!

It seemed that the reason of chaos of nomological force in this small world was also related to something else, besides Fatty.

“A pity we didn’t find out the source of those elixirs.” Yi Qing sighed.

Lonemoon thought about, turned and called out his spirit sword. “Let’s go!”

“Huh? Where to?” Wasn’t the Southern Land in the other direction?

“To collect bills!” Lonemoon waved the bills in his hand, turned back and spat out these words.

Yi Qing: “…”

Shen Ying, “…”

Investigating and making money at the same time, he was Father Niu indeed!

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Lonemoon felt that Chef deliberately concealed his cultivation and burned the pill repository and some finished pills, but didn’t draw out the people behind it because those people looked down on the two or because these losses were nothing for the people who made these elixirs.

If it was the former, the appearance of him, the ‘Soul Formation’ supremacy might be able to make the case. He was just afraid it was the latter which would make matters difficult, as it would prove that the problem of this world was amazingly severe.

The three didn’t fly very fast. After all, when those people signed the bills just now, Lonemoon said he’d give them some time to come up with spirit stones. Therefore, it took the three one full hour before they finally reached the immortal city Bian.

Lonemoon flipped through the stack of bills in his hand, took out the one with the largest number, asked around casually for the way, and headed towards the biggest wine house in the street. Before he was inside the shop, he saw the Golden Core cultivator who was leading the rest just now.

“Su-Supremacy!” That person’s face changed suddenly in shock. “How are you so fast…”

“Bill collection has to be fast, of course.” Lonemoon shook the bills in his hand. “Why? Do you mean to repudiate the debt?”

The person’s eyes flickered, but soon he returned to normal. “No, no, I don’t dare to.” He didn’t show any signs of regret or intension to repudiate. “Please come in!” Very respectfully, he invited the three upstairs, and prepared tea for them.

“Supremacy.” The cultivator smiled, anxious to please. “I’ve sent people out to gather spirit stones once I got back to the city. But several hundreds of thousands is not a small number. I hope Supremacy will please wait here for a while. The person collecting the spirit stones should be back soon.”

With that said, he hurriedly gave the person beside him a look. The other person waved towards the door, and the waiter came in holding more than a dozen plates of spiritual food. He placed everything on the table in the middle of the room. “You all must be tired from traveling. These are the signature dishes of my humble shop, fried from top-tier spiritual fruits and vegetables and full of spirit qi. I hope Supremacy would not dislike it.”