"Ye Heng!"

Upon hearing the name "Ye Heng", both Chen Hao and Ye Yuqiao were greatly taken aback. Then, Chen Hao felt a profound inner strength suddenly emanating from around them.

All at once, the sound of the wind overhead abruptly intensified, and Chen Hao instantly looked up into the sky, only to see a Soul Corpse rapidly closing in.

However, unlike the two martial Soul Corpses they had encountered before, the one above them had weaker necrotic aura, but its Yang Energy and Yin Qi were exceptionally abundant. Chen Hao didn't know if it was because this Soul Corpse had absorbed enough people's Yin Qi and Yang Energy or if it was inherently like this; he was even more clueless as to why this Soul Corpse would shout out the name of his past life.

Until the Soul Corpse landed in front of him, Chen Hao hadn't made any move to defend himself, because his instincts told him that this Soul Corpse would not be quick to attack.

When the Soul Corpse turned around, the name "Zhao Wuji" involuntarily escaped from his lips.

In his past life's memories as Ye Heng, Zhao Wuji was one of the masters who died under the relentless sword. However, Zhao Wuji was different from the other masters; Ye Heng had to execute nearly three hundred moves before he could defeat him.

"Bastard, do you know this Soul Corpse?" Tang Jing asked in surprise.

Chen Hao shook his head first, then nodded, his eyes steadily fixed on Zhao Wuji as he said, "I don't know this body, but I recognize the Yin Soul that's attached to it."

"So you really are Ye Heng!" Zhao Wuji said coldly, his voice as hoarse as if a dagger was lodged in his throat, just like all the other Soul Corpses.

Chen Hao offered a bitter smile, shook his head, and said, "I am not Ye Heng, my name is Chen Hao, I just look like him and also know something about the things between you and him."

"You are Ye Heng!" Zhao Wuji insisted firmly, "I will never forget the icy and suffocating aura of Ye Heng, which is exactly the same as the one you have!"

Chen Hao's face showed a trace of bitterness, and after a sigh, he said, "It's not the same, I am not as cold-hearted as he is, and I am a person filled with a sense of justice!"

As Chen Hao and the Soul Corpse in front of them kept mentioning "Ye Heng", Tang Jing, who was unaware of the matter, couldn't help but ask curiously, "Who exactly is Ye Heng?"

"I think I've heard bastard mention before that Ye Heng is his name in a past life, and the martial arts he knows are all from recalling memories of that life," Xie Xiaofeng quietly replied in Tang Jing's ear.

With a flash of sword light, there came the sharp sound of a sword being drawn from its scabbard.

Zhao Wuji drew his sword.

"Ye Heng, I was not content dying beneath your sword! I wish to battle with you once more!" Zhao Wuji uttered coldly, a resolute chill flickering in his eyes.

"Ah!" Chen Hao was taken aback, swiftly gesturing and saying, "No, no, not now, isn't there a Poisonous Soul Corpse that can spit corpse poison inside? I need to take care of that Soul Corpse first."

"You're an Onmyoji as well?" Zhao Wuji exclaimed in surprise, thinking that perhaps this Ye Heng who was different from before was the person that Yao Qingyuan entrusted him to find—the big trouble Luo Pengfei spoke of.

Chen Hao nodded and quickly said, "I've always been an Onmyoji! Like I told you, my name is Chen Hao, not Ye Heng. I can definitely keep you company in combat, but let me take care of that Soul Corpse inside first!"

Seeing Chen Hao about to approach the police station, Zhao Wuji swiftly moved to block his path with his sword, saying coldly, "Wait! Let me ask you a question first, do you know someone named Luo Pengfei?"

The light flickered in Chen Hao's eyes as he asked curiously, "I know him, what about it? You know him too? So he sent you, are you from the Feipeng Sect?"

Zhao Wuji did not answer Chen Hao's question but continued, "Is there a deep grudge or something between you and him, something that makes him think you are a big trouble that must be eliminated?"

Chen Hao frowned deeply, lost in thought, wondering why Zhao Wuji would ask such a question. After pondering for a while, he finally said, "Sort of, I've got something that could completely ruin him."

"So you are the one I've been looking for!" Zhao Wuji exclaimed.

"What do you want with me?" Chen Hao's eyes widened, his face full of confusion.

Zhao Wuji sneered, sheathing his sword back into the scabbard, then approached Chen Hao, saying, "I'll be frank, I have a way to get rid of that Poisonous Soul Corpse inside, and I also have the antidote to save everyone here. Indeed, I was entrusted to find you and then give you a letter and the antidote for the corpse poison. However, I have decided not to give them to you now."

"Why?"

"Because you are Ye Heng!"

Chen Hao bit his lip in frustration, and just as he was about to explain that he was not Ye Heng, Zhao Wuji preempted him, saying, "I can give you those two things, but you have to agree to two conditions."

"I can agree to those two conditions," Chen Hao mimicked Zhao Wuji's tone, "but first, I have two questions for you."

"What questions?"

"Who sent you to find me here? And why does that person have the antidote?" Chen Hao asked.

"Because the person who asked me to find you is the same person who created these Soul Corpses," Zhao Wuji explained. "Trust me, you will definitely want to meet that person."

Chen Hao turned to look at Ye Yuqiao, Xie Xiaofeng, and Tang Jing, thought for a moment, then turned back to Zhao Wuji and nodded as he spoke, "State your two conditions."

Just as Zhao Wuji was about to articulate those two conditions, a cloud of green poison fog suddenly drifted into Chen Hao's field of vision—emerging in the yard behind Zhao Wuji at the police station was a Soul Corpse, its body exuding poison fog.

Sensing the change in Chen Hao's expression, Zhao Wuji hesitated, then turned to look behind him. Frowning, he said, "Ye Heng, given the urgency, I'll assume you have agreed to my two conditions. I'll handle that Poisonous Soul Corpse, you all step back a few paces to avoid the green corpse poison."

With that, Zhao Wuji drew his sword once more and charged toward the Poisonous Soul Corpse with vigorous strides.

As Zhao Wuji approached, the Poisonous Soul Corpse spewed a cloud of its venom directly at him.

Having taken an antidote to the corpse poison in advance, Zhao Wuji was unaffected by the poison.

Several flashes of sword light streaked through the air!

Like shooting stars racing across the sky!

After the sword light dissipated, the Poisonous Soul Corpse fell to the ground, its legs below the knees severed by Zhao Wuji's sword, and its torso cleaved in two.

Immediately, Zhao Wuji rushed to retrieve a bottle from his bosom, popped the lid, and sprinkled the liquid inside onto the Soul Corpse.

"Sssss!" Columns of white smoke rose from the Soul Corpse, and when the smoke cleared, the corpse vanished without a trace, freeing the Yin Soul that had been bound to it.

"Spare me, oh, spare me!" The Yin Soul knelt on the ground, begging Zhao Wuji for mercy.

In accordance with Yao Qingyuan's instructions, Zhao Wuji affixed a spirit-exorcising talisman to the forehead of the Yin Soul, superduing it to the Netherworld.

Having dealt with the Poisonous Soul Corpse, Zhao Wuji returned to Chen Hao and, while taking out two bottles of antidote from his bosom, said, "This bottle contains the antidote for removing the corpse poison and restoring Yang Energy. Just let anyone who has been infected with the corpse poison smell it and it can neutralize the poison within their body, bringing them back from the brink of death."

Taking the two bottles of antidote, Chen Hao then passed them back to Xie Xiaofeng and Tang Jing, saying, "Quickly, use the antidote to save them."

After Ye Yuqiao, Xie Xiaofeng, and Tang Jing took the antidote to save others nearby, Chen Hao turned to Zhao Wuji and said, "Now can you tell me those two conditions of yours?"

"Yes," Zhao Wuji nodded. "The first condition is that you must duel with me once more."

Chen Hao nodded in agreement and chuckled, "No problem, after defeating you, I'll instantly superdue you."

Zhao Wuji grunted displeasedly, then continued, "The second condition is that you must go to Snow Mountain and find someone to fulfill a promise you made years ago."

At that, Chen Hao's eyes instantly dimmed.

In his past life as Ye Heng, he died at the young age of thirty-nine. His greatest regret before death was not fulfilling his promise of a final duel with a peerless martial artist.

Back then, Ye Heng, known as the Sword Demon for his ruthless killings, was considered a matchless swordsman; above him was another swordsman, Nameless, also referred to as the Sword Demon.

Long before Ye Heng made his name, Sword Demon Nameless was already renowned across the land.

When Ye Heng was seventeen, Sword Demon Nameless suddenly vanished, only to reappear when Ye Heng was thirty-seven, twenty years later.

At that time, Sword Demon challenged Ye Heng to a peak duel, inviting him to meet on Snow Mountain every year on the eighth day of November.

The following two years, Ye Heng traveled to Snow Mountain as agreed on the eighth of November. Each won a match, and they decided the third year would determine their final battle.

Yet, come the seventh of July in the third year, when Ye Heng was thirty-nine, he died of an incurable disease before the decisive battle with Sword Demon could take place.

Reflecting on this, Chen Hao couldn't help but sigh and asked, "You're asking me to go to Snow Mountain to find the Sword Demon? After more than a thousand years, could he still be there?"

"He's still there," Zhao Wuji answered. "After dying by your sword, I became a wandering ghost. When I heard about your first duel with Sword Demon on the mountain, I went to see your second duel the following year; on the eleventh of November the third year, even though you were already dead, I still went to the mountain, and there, I saw Sword Demon's Yin Soul. Upon hearing of your demise, Sword Demon went alone to Snow Mountain, where he soon froze to death at the peak. He said he'd wait there for you forever!"

"Why would he do that?" Chen Hao sighed, thinking to himself that if a Yin Soul could persist for a thousand years without disbanding, by now it would likely have turned into a demon.

"Because of loneliness," Zhao Wuji explained. "The hearts of peerless experts are lonely. For us, meeting an opponent of equal strength is a stroke of fortune!"

"Though I am not Ye Heng, I promise you I will go to Snow Mountain to find the Sword Demon and complete the final duel!"

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