Chapter 839: Ling Yin and Liu He Immortals

"You're the one who's being improper!" Jiang Fan muttered.

His heart, however, felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy. He secretly retrieved a talisman arrow and quietly activated it. Since there was no escape, there was no point in wasting strength; he'd see if he could blast this person.

"Who are you?" Jiang Fan watched the person slowly approaching. His pupils gradually constricted.

It was a beauty in snow-white robes. To be precise, the word 'beauty' seemed too common for her. It was a kind of beauty Jiang Fan had never seen in his life. Her eyes, delicate brows, exquisite nose, red lips, and face shape—every feature was perfectly beautiful, touching the deepest part of his heart. It was as if he were in a dream, an ethereal, unrealistic sensation. It was as if this woman belonged in the heavens, not the mortal world.

For a moment, Jiang Fan couldn't find any adjectives to describe her appearance. Even the finest prose would pale in comparison to her. Jiang Fan was utterly captivated, lost in admiration for a moment. But he quickly shook his head, instantly snapping awake. His gaze grew serious as he said, "What kind of demonic art did you use?"

He was secretly alarmed. With his self-control, when had he ever lost himself just because someone was beautiful? Yet, the woman before him made his mind uncontrollably sink into fascination. This was even more sinister than the mind-bewitching Buddhist power of the Fa Yin Vajra.

"Consider it demonic art, then," the breathtakingly beautiful maiden in white robes slowly descended from the rainbow. She walked on the surface of the sea. Wherever her feet touched, colorful flowers bloomed on the ocean, and patches of lush green grass spread outwards from her jade-like feet.

Jiang Fan gasped. "What kind of demonic art is this now? Is it an illusion?" Flowers blooming and grass growing on the vast ocean—who would believe that?

The maiden in white gracefully approached, flowers blooming with every step. When she reached Jiang Fan, her bell-like voice gently spoke again. "I need to take something from you."

Jiang Fan stared at the woman. He found that he couldn't muster any sense of vigilance, a feeling more exaggerated than when he first met Fa Yin Vajra. Without hesitation, he immediately deployed the talisman arrow.

*Whoosh!*

The talisman arrow instantly ignited, a terrifying, heaven-shattering power erupting. At such close range, the maiden in front of him had no chance of blocking it. Yet, an unbelievable scene unfolded before Jiang Fan's eyes. The maiden gently raised her palm. The talisman arrow, already erupting and unstoppable, froze mid-air and then automatically flew into her palm. With a gentle swipe of her finger, the talisman arrow calmed down.

Jiang Fan's face changed dramatically! The talisman arrow had already begun its explosion; even a Great Immortal wouldn't be able to stop it, would they? Yet, the maiden had, with an effortless gesture, made the talisman arrow calm down again. What kind of heaven-defying ability was this?

What puzzled Jiang Fan was that the maiden casually tossed the talisman arrow back to him. "Good item, don't waste it."

"Uh..." Jiang Fan caught it, eyeing her with a look of surprise and doubt. Did this woman have no ill intentions towards him? And she said she wanted to take something back from him. He couldn't recall ever taking anything from her.

"Senior, may I ask who you are?" Jiang Fan asked, cupping his hands. His mind was still racing, unable to recall any past interactions with her.

The maiden in white calmly replied, "When you marry Consort Yunxia, remember to invite me for a drink."

*Boom!*

Jiang Fan stumbled backward, step after step. He finally knew who the woman in front of him was! His entanglement with Consort Yunxia was entirely due to the aphrodisiac power within Consort Yunxia's body. And the source of that power was the old tribal priestess of the demon race, who had given Consort Yunxia the elixir to heal her soul wound!

Ling Yin!

"It's you!"

"The old priestess of the demon race!" Jiang Fan was utterly astonished. He looked at the maiden, beautiful beyond mortal comprehension, with disbelief. He couldn't possibly connect her with a decrepit old priestess.

The sea breeze swept past. Ling Yin's white dress billowed, and her dark hair fluttered. She truly looked like an exiled immortal walking among mortals. Gently pushing back a strand of hair, she calmly said, "I'm afraid not."

"I am not the old hag you imagine."

Jiang Fan's heart remained unsettled for a long time. After a while, he waved his hand. "It's not entirely unacceptable. I've seen too many ageless faces lately; I've built up an immunity."

Moon Pearl, the Demon Emperor of the East Sea, the Demon Emperor of the South Sea... he had already encountered three such beings. Ling Yin also possessing ageless beauty was no longer too unbelievable.

"Priestess Ling Yin, thank you for saving Consort Yunxia, and thank you for indirectly bringing us together." Jiang Fan composed himself and clasped his hands in a solemn gesture of thanks. Although Ling Yin had other motives, she had, in any case, shown kindness to both of them.

"If there's ever anything I can help you with in the future, I'll do my best."

Ling Yin lightly touched her fair chin. "Since you say so, that makes things easy."

"I need to reclaim something from you; you won't refuse, will you?"

"Something?" Jiang Fan was puzzled. "When did I ever take anything of yours?"

Ling Yin replied, "It's not mine."

"It belongs to my daughter, Yaoyue."

At the mention of her, Jiang Fan instantly realized what it was and exclaimed, "The Soul-Linking Worm?"

"You can take it back?" Hadn't he been told that once this spiritual worm entered a person's soul, it became one with it and couldn't be removed?

Ling Yin produced a nine-colored long needle and said, "Yes, I can."

Jiang Fan was overjoyed. The Soul-Linking Worm had always been a major hidden danger for him. If Priestess Yaoyue ever met with misfortune, he would suffer the consequences. If it could be removed, that would be ideal!

However, noticing the long needle in her hand, Jiang Fan grew cautious. Just looking at the needle, he could feel a stinging sensation from within his soul. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Excuse me, does removing the Soul-Linking Worm cause any harm to the body?"

Ling Yin shook her head slightly, her tone calm. "No."

Jiang Fan nodded, subconsciously about to agree. Then, his expression suddenly changed. "No, wait!"

"If it causes no harm to the body, why don't you remove your daughter's?" If her worm was removed, wouldn't the so-called Soul-Linking marriage contract be dissolved? Why travel such a great distance to find Jiang Fan?

Ling Yin casually revised her statement. "Alright, there's a little bit."

*Good grief!* This woman could lie without even a blush!

Jiang Fan's face darkened. "Is it 'a little bit,' or 'a tiny bit,' or 'a whole lot'?"

Ling Yin softly said, "It will make you lose three-tenths of your soul power. Also, all your memories from the moment the Soul-Linking Worm entered your soul until now will disappear."

"What?!" Jiang Fan's face drastically changed. "You call that 'a little bit'?" That period was nearly half a year long. All the cultivation techniques he had comprehended, the people he had met, and the emotions he had developed during that time would all be erased. At the same time, his soul would be reduced by three-tenths. His powerful soul, which he relied so heavily on, would cease to exist! For him, it was a devastating injury.

Ling Yin calmly said, "Alright, it is somewhat harmful."

"However, you have no choice."

"The Soul-Linking Worm cannot remain in your body."

She took a light step, moving slowly towards him. Jiang Fan's expression shifted. He immediately felt an immense danger. Talisman arrows were useless against this woman, let alone other magical treasures.

In a moment of crisis, he gritted his teeth, pulled out the Six Harmonies Immortal again, and shouted, "Stop!"

"Don't force my hand!"

"Otherwise, what happened between me and Consort Yunxia will happen between you and me."

Ling Yin stopped. Her perpetually calm face finally showed a change, revealing a faint smile. "Very practiced."

"This isn't your first time using that, is it?"

Jiang Fan's old face flushed. He angrily retorted, "Just don't come any closer!"

"Otherwise, I'll cultivate with you today!"

Ling Yin's smile deepened slightly as she gracefully walked closer, her voice like silver bells. "Alright."