Chapter 1220: Evil Person

The two girls fled, terrified by the naked female cultivator and Ye Mo. Had the young cultivator who entered first not intervened, they would have been crushed to death.

"Sister, what were their power levels? I couldn't discern them at all," the red-robed girl asked once they were ten thousand kilometers from the Lost Soul Ruins.

The green-robed girl shook her head. "I can't tell either, but that female cultivator seemed injured. Even so, she could still conjure a cultivation essence giant hand. She's at least in the Disaster Transformation State, tertiary stage, or even the Truth Realization State. That male cultivator was able to defend against her, meaning he's not much weaker. He's at least Disaster Transformation State level. He may look young, but he's probably older than Father."

"Then what do we do now? With this happening, people will be coming to the Lost Soul Ruins soon," the red-robed girl worried.

"Let's wait for Father here; he'll arrive soon," the green-robed girl replied confidently.

Ye Mo knew the female cultivator was recovering her cultivation essence, but the exit was too close to her. To escape, he might not be able to use essence blood to dodge her attack. Given his current distance and her immobility, even if she used her red rope, he'd be, at most, heavily injured—not killed.

However, Ye Mo feared the imminent arrival of other cultivators. A few Truth Realization State cultivators would mean certain death, especially those from the Dragon Teng Palace.

The female cultivator saw in Ye Mo's expression that he understood she couldn't kill him from a distance. Once her cultivation essence recovered somewhat, she ceased her attack and regarded him. "You're a cultivator, too. Do you know the enmity incurred by disrupting someone's cultivation foundation? Today, you ruined mine, so it's not excessive to burn your soul."

Ye Mo sneered. "Don't make it sound so noble. Your soul-devouring cultivation method does the same thing incessantly. Don't give me that crap; weren't you going to use me as a soul jar? What won't an evil woman like you do? It's a pity I can't kill you now. Once I reach the Truth Realization State, I'll kill scum like you every time I see one."

"Haha, I'm evil...?" the woman shrieked, pointing hysterically. "If I'm one ten-thousandth as evil as Feng Chun, you're overestimating me. You think I made those soul jars? It's Feng Chun, that bastard—he ambushed his old friend, using his son to set up the Spirit Transfer Formation to steal his daughter-in-law's spirit roots. Then, he used his Soul Shackle Formation to lock his wife's soul at the bottom of the lake forever…"

Ye Mo looked at the female cultivator, confused. Wasn't she locked here? Was she Feng Chun's wife? No wonder she couldn't move.

The female cultivator's voice turned tragic. "You guessed it. I'm his wife. I've been locked at the bottom of the lake for countless years. I sabotaged the Spirit Transfer Formation he used his son to create. Though locked here, I managed to inform Li He, who took away his daughter and Feng Xi's soul. But even so, Feng Chun didn't stop. Unable to improve his spirit roots, he sought to cultivate the soul-devouring method."

She clenched her teeth. "He unleashed spirit beasts on his own Bright Moon City, killing all the spirit beasts and people. Then he set up a Soul Devouring Formation, using the soul mist to nourish the souls here for his cultivation. He used his own son as a soul jar because it benefited him more. Do you know who the first soul he was going to devour? Mine! He not only locked me here but also wanted to devour my soul. That animal—no, he's worse than an animal…"

Ye Mo sneered. "Well, aren't you alright now? You're no better; Feng Xi is your son, yet you used him as a soul jar."

The female cultivator calmed down, speaking hatefully. "I'm fine because I ambushed him. When he devoured my soul, I used a secret technique to escape. I know he's not dead, and he'll return, but I can't leave this Soul Shackle Formation until I reach the peak of the Truth Realization State. I must kill him; only then can I die peacefully."

Ye Mo sneered contemptuously. He realized Feng Chun had orchestrated everything, but it ultimately benefited this female cultivator.

The woman saw Ye Mo's expression and said coldly, "That Feng Xi isn't my son; he's the son of the bitch who suggested locking me up. But that bitch was also ambushed by Feng Chun. Her father is Feng Chun's mortal enemy, but Feng Chun is a skilled actor who tricked her. Then, he tortured her son."

Ye Mo was speechless. What twisted logic was this? That woman's son was also Feng Chun's son?

Regardless, Feng Chun's actions were inhumane. But his wife wasn't a good person either. The more Ye Mo heard, the more disgusted he became. Li He was blind to have such a friend, bringing harm to himself and his daughter.

The female cultivator said, "Feng Chun is also a level-nine formation grandmaster. You're extraordinary to have broken his formation. You're only Cauldron Filling State, level two. You should know that people will soon arrive, and you won't escape. So, I'll make a deal: help me remove the Soul Shackle Formation, and give me an Immortal Curl Flower, and we're even."

Ye Mo sneered. "You're quite cunning."

The female cultivator sneered back. "It's not your Immortal Curl Flower. Is that herb garden yours? You took it from me."

Ye Mo felt a little awkward, as that was indeed the case.

The female cultivator continued, "If you're willing, hurry. I can give you a half-extreme grade spirit range and a broken low-grade spirit range. Otherwise, guarding this entrance, I can prevent your escape."

Ye Mo knew she was right and nodded. "Okay, it's a deal. Make an oath that after I free you, you won't attack me."

The female cultivator said without hesitation, "I, Miao Huzhen, swear that if someone frees me from the Soul Shackle Formation, I will treat him as my savior for life. I will never break this oath, or I will die by divine damnation."

Her voice trembled as she swore. Clearly, if a level-nine formation grandmaster had offered this deal earlier, she would have agreed. She rejoiced at Ye Mo's arrival.

Ye Mo was decisive. Since she made such an oath, he didn't hesitate. He knew wasting time here was unwise. He threw out several formation flags and created more.

The female cultivator watched nervously as Ye Mo worked. For thousands of years, she'd been locked here, and now she was about to break free. No matter how powerful her spirit sense, without freedom, she could never ascend to the immortal realm.

Thirty minutes later, Ye Mo threw out the last formation flag, and the dozens of restrictions confining her were released. She rose and howled, "Feng Chun, you bastard! I will lock your soul and cut you inch by inch!"

Ye Mo stood warily to the side.

The female cultivator looked at him. "Though you weakened me, you saved me. I won't trouble you, but you need to give me an Immortal Curl Flower."

Ye Mo tossed one over without hesitation.

The female cultivator nodded, but her face suddenly changed. "Someone's here—a Truth Realization State cultivator!" She instantly dashed through the formation door and disappeared.

Ye Mo looked at the half-extreme grade spirit range and gritted his teeth, storing it in his Golden Page World. He heard the female cultivator's murmured, "A mere Cauldron Filling State cultivator…how dare he!" as he collected the spirit range.

As soon as he finished, he saw a flying magic artifact descending. The formation prevented the cultivators outside from scanning with their spirit sense. Ye Mo disregarded the small herb garden and fled on Blue Moon.