A master of metaphysics is farming.

Chapter 183 Soul Control Technique

Thirty thousand enemy soldiers besieged the city. He Suian led his troops in a charge, and the sounds of battle shook the heavens in the dead of night.

Amidst the fierce battle at the city gates, a woman in a small courtyard shouts desperately, her bedding soaked with sweat. She awakens after fainting and continues to fight for the child in her womb.

The cry of a newborn baby broke the dawn, ushered in the joyful shouts of victory at the city gate, and also welcomed the peaceful sunrise.

The three women in the room were too tired to move, and Sister Qiu fell into a deep sleep while holding her child.

The cheers of the soldiers filled his ears, and Xiang He weakly turned his head to look out the window, "It seems like we've won..."

Jinghua raised her hand to wipe her sweat, "That's so nice..."

"very hungry……"

Xiang He stood up, clutching her stomach. Brother Qiu wiped the sweat from Sister Qiu's brow. "There's food in the kitchen. Go and eat quickly. You've worked so hard."

"Thank you, Brother Qiu. Please tidy up here, and we'll go get something to eat."

"Hurry up, hurry up! Thank you so much!"

Xiang He waved his hand, his legs feeling a little sore as he walked towards the kitchen. Lifting the lid, he saw a simple meal.

She didn't care how disheveled she looked; she quickly stuffed food into her mouth, knowing she needed to fill her stomach to have the strength to eat.

While she was eating her fill, she didn't forget Zhu Nan, who was resting in the room. He had already gotten up and was sitting down, getting dressed.

"Are you awake or not?"

Zhu Nan took the bowl and chopsticks and wolfed down her food. "You're awake now. You need to rest well so you'll have the energy to serve me."

"Chivalry!"

Although Zhu Nan didn't understand what it meant, she could tell from her expression that it was a compliment.

"Why don't you go and rest for a while, young lady?"

Xiang He spread his hands, "There's an important person being held in the jail, and I need to go and question him."

"There's no rush. It would be better for you to get some sleep, young lady."

She stretched and walked outside, saying, "How can I sleep with something on my mind?"

On the square table in the courtyard were her cloth bag, large umbrella, and her Taoist robe, which was already torn in several places. Next to her was a cloth bag containing a golden bell.

Using golden bells to command thousands of soldiers—I don't know what they were thinking, actually using corpses as soldiers to kill the enemy.

He was lost in thought when he heard footsteps behind him and came back to his senses.

She turned to look at Zhu Nan, who was limping, and said, "Why don't you stay home and rest? I'll go find Sui An later. I'll be fine with him here."

“How can it be acceptable for one of my guards to be resting at home?”

Seeing his insistence, Xiang He could only go along with it, "Alright, I'll go change my clothes."

After Xiang He changed her clothes, packed her things in a new cloth bag, and left the courtyard with Zhu Nan, Jing Hua Shui Yue stayed at home to take care of the couple.

The two walked into the street, where many soldiers were already asleep, and the wounded soldiers woke up in pain, unaware of how exhausted they were.

Pang Long was directing the soldiers, while Zhou Ziyue, dressed in black armor, was talking to He Suian. When he saw the two of them approaching, he stopped talking.

Why aren't you getting some rest?

Zhu Nan clasped his hands in a fist salute, "Young Master, I have rested enough."

She frowned slightly, turned her head to look at He, and asked, "You've given birth?"

"She gave birth, and Jinghua Shuiyue is taking care of her."

His brow remained furrowed as he carefully examined the dark circles under her eyes. "There's no rush. Why don't you go back and get some sleep?"

“How can you say the same thing as Zhu Nan?” Xiang He rubbed her eyes. “Let’s go and question them first. I’m feeling really troubled.”

"Well, I'll go with you."

Zhou Ziyue, who had been silent to the side, watched the two of them. He had known He Sui'an for so many years and had always been very domineering. He never expected that He Sui'an would be so compliant.

"Is this Miss Xiang?"

Both of them turned their heads at the same time, Zhou Ziyue's expression softening.

"Xiang He, we are fortunate that General Zhou arrived in time for this battle."

"How could that be? It must be because Miss Xiang is exceptionally skilled that she defeated those puppets first, so that we could then defeat the enemy."

"polite."

The two exchanged brief pleasantries. Zhou Ziyue had other matters to attend to and went to attend to them first. He Suian took Xiang He to the prison cell.

The short man was sleeping comfortably, without being scared at all.

His severed arm had been bandaged, and he fell asleep holding it.

Xing Ji went over and unlocked the door. The lock clicked, and he stirred, turning over and opening his eyes groggily.

"Oh, the little girl is here."

Xiang He bent down and went inside. "Have you slept well? Let's talk about Jinling."

The short man stared intently at the large umbrella in He's hand, a fawning smile on his face. "Little girl, you want to know? Then let me see your umbrella."

"You go first, it won't hurt to show it to you."

He immediately sat up straight, his stomach suddenly growling. "Listen, I'm so hungry! You can't think straight when you're hungry!"

“Okay,” Xiang He stepped aside, “bring in the table and chairs. I didn’t eat much this morning either, so let’s eat and chat.”

The shorter man was pleased to hear this. "The young lady is easygoing and knows how to get along with people."

"Excellent."

Soon after, soldiers brought in tables and chairs, along with meat porridge and vegetables, which seemed like a delicacy to those who had been starving all night.

Xiang He gently stirred the meat porridge and pushed it towards He Suian, saying, "You've been hungry all night, eat something first."

Where did Black Crow go?

Xiang He blew on the hot air, "I don't know, he disappeared last night, I don't know where he went to play."

The three sat together at the table, quietly drinking their porridge without saying a word, until their bowls were empty. Only then did the shorter man let out a satisfied sigh, "I was starving."

"What is your name, and what is your relationship with the Imperial Advisor?"

The short man patted his stomach lightly. "After all, I'm the enemy's strategist. If you want to get information out of me, you'll have to offer me something that satisfies me, right?"

"condition?"

He Chaohe spread his hands and presented a folding fan. The tip of the fan blade suddenly appeared and was aimed at the short man's right eye. "The condition is that you can spare one part of your body if you answer one question. If you can't answer, it's not my problem if you lose an eye or a leg."

The spikes gleamed coldly before his eyes. The short, dark-skinned man was already a prisoner, his fate beyond his control. He could only helplessly spread his hands in surrender. "Fine, I'll tell you. Don't point this thing at me. It's creepy."

Xiang He did not withdraw his hand. He curled his lip and said, "My Daoist name is Xiaoyao. The Great Yu National Teacher once traveled to our country and taught me this Soul Control Technique."

"Carefree? I don't think you're carefree at all..." Xiang He withdrew her hand. "Was this deployment of Yu Hun an order from the Imperial Advisor?"

“How could that be?” Xiaoyao shook his legs. “This troop deployment has been planned for a long time, and my Soul Control Technique is already complete. I just wanted to test the waters.”

With a slight frown, Xiang He and He Suian exchanged a glance, feeling that things were not as simple as he made them out to be.

Xiang He lightly stroked the tip of the blade with his fingertips. "If you just wanted to try, why did you only send 30,000 living soldiers? Are you so confident that the undead can win?"

"Of course!" Xiaoyao gently touched his severed arm, his eyes filled with arrogance. "That is a soul-controlling technique that I have cultivated for many years. It can kill enemies without dying. With such a powerful weapon cultivated by me, who can compete with it?!"

"..."

This guy is completely obsessed with himself, he feels proud of refining the dead, he's hopeless.

Xiang He didn't want to ask any more questions and returned the folding fan to He Suian. "He won't tell the truth anymore. You can decide his fate."

I'm so tired right now, I don't want to use my brain anymore.

Even if we learn from him that it was the Grand Preceptor who did it, we still need evidence. We need to meet the Grand Preceptor in person to see what kind of person he really is.

Seeing Xiang He get up to leave, Xiao Yao hurriedly said, "I am Jin Ling!"

"It's ruined. If you're so capable, why don't you make another one yourself?"