While Chu Yi spoke to President Yu, he had already quickly prepared the Soul-Guiding Incense. He lit the incense, pinched a hand seal with his left hand, and gently flicked it. The rising trail of incense smoke floated lightly after him.
“Stretch out your hand.”
President Yu was a bit surprised but obediently did as told.
It was quite miraculous. His soul had possessed the small Jade Thumb Ring, which should have been tiny by rights, but when he stretched out his hand, it inexplicably grew larger.
Chu Yi guided the incense while wrapping it around Yu Qingxian’s middle finger, explaining, “The middle finger is the longest among the five fingers and sits in the center, symbolizing a person’s fate. By binding this incense to your hand, I can track the direction of your disappearance.”
Yu Qingxian had no mind left to listen to him. He only saw the white incense trail layering upon itself, the color growing deeper and richer, like a jade-white ring—and one that Chu Yi had personally put on him…
“Chu Yi…”
“Hm?” Chu Yi looked up, wanting to see what President Yu wanted to say but hesitated to voice, only to see his face suddenly change dramatically. “I, I think I’m about to go back!”
Practice makes perfect, as they say. At first, Yu Qingxian truly couldn’t sense when he appeared or disappeared, but now he could detect it in advance before returning.
“It’ll be done soon.” Chu Yi wasted no time on words and hurriedly wrapped the Soul-Guiding Incense around President Yu, injecting a hand seal from afar. Almost as soon as the final motion finished, Yu Qingxian vanished.
Chu Yi immediately stood and chased after him. Just as he stepped out the door, he saw several cars pull up steadily at the entrance. The man who stepped out of the first car was none other than President Yu’s big brother, Yu Zhensheng.
Chu Yi had contacted him by phone earlier and recognized his voice right away. He hurriedly said, “Big Brother Yu, perfect timing! Get in the car quick—we’re going after President Yu!”
Yu Zhensheng harbored no doubts and returned to the car without a word.
They drove a spacious GMC business van. Only after Chu Yi got in did he realize that it wasn’t just Yu Zhensheng; Zhang Shaoyi and Chen Jin Sheng with his daughter were there too—likely invited by the Yu Family to help.
But he had no time for chit-chat right then. He directed the driver to follow the trail of the Soul-Guiding Incense out of the city. This Soul-Guiding Incense was hastily made and lacked materials, so its quality wasn’t great. If they encountered wind or rain, it would dissipate quickly.
Yu Zhensheng’s face changed upon hearing this, and he urged the driver to go faster, saying speed limits didn’t matter as long as the road was clear.
Yu Zhensheng only cared about his brother’s safety and had no attention to spare for what Soul-Guiding Incense was or how Chu Yi tracked Yu Qingxian.
Zhang Shaoyi knew about Soul-Guiding Incense, but Chu Yi had already shattered his confidence. Fearing there might be other uses he didn’t know, he didn’t dare speak up rashly.
Chen Jin Sheng and his daughter were martial cultivators, so they knew even less. Thus, aside from Chu Yi directing the direction, the only sounds in the car were Big Brother Yu occasionally urging the driver on.
After leaving the city, they drove for another hour. When they reached a crossroad, the Soul-Guiding Incense completely dissipated.
Chu Yi had the driver pull over to the side, got out, and carefully searched around before shaking his head. “It’s gone.”
“What now?” Yu Zhensheng was frantic.
Without much thought, Chu Yi turned directly to Zhang Shaoyi. “Master Zhang, could you trouble yourself to use the Luopan Compass to divine President Yu’s current location?”
“…” Zhang Shaoyi felt awkward. If he could divine it, Director Yu wouldn’t have brought them to find Chu Yi.
Chu Yi noticed the odd look on his face. “What’s wrong?”
Chen Ying spoke bluntly. “Master Zhang can’t divine it. It seems the other side has an expert too—they set up an array that shields Little President Yu’s location.”
“Something like that exists?” Chu Yi raised an eyebrow.
“Indeed.” Yu Zhensheng’s face darkened. “I asked Master Zhao Song from Dragon Tiger Mountain over the phone to divine Qingxian’s Birth Chart, but he couldn’t either.”
Wu He had taken Zhao Zhen and the other masters away to handle the anomaly at Dragon Soaring Mountain as a precaution, so he could only consult by phone.
He had thought finding Chu Yi meant Qingxian was saved, but now the trail broke midway…
Yu Zhensheng burned with anxiety but had no solutions. In frustration, he kicked a roadside stone.
Seeing this, Chu Yi consoled him. “Don’t worry, Big Brother Yu. I have other methods.”
Yu Zhensheng perked up. “Other methods?”
Chu Yi nodded, signaling him to stay calm, then opened the backpack he had grabbed a few items into before leaving.
At the southeast crossroads, he lit three incense candles and burned some paper money. Soon, gusts of yin wind arose at the intersection, but those yin winds lingered half a li away, refusing to approach no matter what.
Unable to proceed, Chu Yi slit his index finger and dripped three drops of blood into the fire. This time, it worked—the Lonely Ghosts and Wild Ghosts surged forward eagerly.
“Burn Paper to Ask Directions!” Zhang Shaoyi’s eyes widened. He had seen this secret technique in his ancestor’s records; it had long been lost. How did Chu Yi know it!
Zhang Shaoyi increasingly suspected what immense power Chu Yi’s sect wielded. So many profound secret techniques had survived the wars intact. If Maoshan disciples weren’t forbidden from betraying the sect, he would have wanted to take Chu Yi as his master!
Chen Jin Sheng glanced over sidelong. “What, is Burn Paper to Ask Directions that impressive?”
Zhang Shaoyi rolled his eyes at him. “He can command Lonely Ghosts and Wild Ghosts to do his bidding—what do you think!”
