The cat demon defies the heavens and is the emperor’s only beloved disciple!

The sun lazily shines on the bluestone road, and the afternoon time seems particularly quiet and long.

Yuexiazui, the most famous restaurant in the city, is now bathed in mottled light and shadow, appearing exceptionally elegant.

Inside the store, antique decorations and the faint aroma of wine intertwine, creating an indescribable warm atmosphere.

Yun Che and his disciple Xu Wan were sitting in a private seat by the window, enjoying this rare leisure time.

The table was filled with all kinds of fine wines and delicacies. Yun Che took a sip of wine, his eyes filled with cherishment for this moment of tranquility.

Xu Wan was enjoying the delicious food while chatting and laughing with his master. The warmth between master and disciple was beyond words.

"Master, do you know why Yuexiazui's signature dish, 'Boiled Shrimp', is so popular?"

Xu Wan asked curiously, with a gleam of curiosity in her eyes.

Yun Che smiled faintly, put down his wine glass, and slowly said: "The reason why 'Boiled Shrimp' is delicious is not only due to the exquisite cooking skills, but also due to the careful selection of ingredients and the accumulation of time.

Just like the path of spiritual practice, it requires patience and perseverance to achieve success. "

Just as the two were immersed in the leisure of the afternoon, a crisp sound of bells broke the silence.

The waiter warmly welcomed a distinguished guest, Murong Yu, who was dressed in fine clothes and looked very impressive, obviously a prominent figure in the city.

"Sir, please come in and try our new product." The waiter's voice was filled with a hint of pride.

Seeing this, Xu Wan quickly stood up and shouted enthusiastically, "Master Murong, come and sit down!"

Murong Yu smiled slightly upon hearing this, then walked straight to the empty seat next to Yun Che and sat down.

He first nodded politely to Yun Che, then chatted with Xu Wan about their recent situation. The three of them sat around the table, chatting and laughing, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

After three rounds of wine and five dishes, the atmosphere at the table became more and more lively.

However, at this moment, Xu Wan suddenly lowered her voice and her expression became serious.

"Mr. Murong, I have a favor to ask of you." There was a hint of urgency in her words.

Murong Yu couldn't help but put away his smile when he heard this, and said seriously: "Miss Xu, please feel free to tell me, as long as I can help."

Xu Wan glanced at Yun Che, and after receiving her master's tacit approval, she continued, "It's about the soul of Wanyue, the top performer in the Misty Rain Tower."

Murong Yu frowned when he heard this.

"This matter is of no small importance. If it is true, I will naturally take responsibility for it."

He pondered for a moment and then said, "However, it may be difficult for the two of us to solve it alone. I wonder if Brother Yun Che is willing to go with us?"

Yun Che smiled faintly upon hearing this and said, “Since you are doing this to help others, I will naturally not stand idly by.”

After dinner, Xu Wan led Murong Yu and Yun Che to her room.

The room is decorated simply and elegantly, with a faint scent of sandalwood.

His eyes were suddenly attracted by a scene on the ground - a small and exquisite little fox was curled up there, surrounded by a circle of faint golden light, looking particularly magical.

Murong Yu was shocked. Isn’t this the little fox he released into the wild yesterday?

Seeing this, Yun Che sighed softly and said slowly, "Brother Murong, do you know that this little fox is entangled with an unusual soul?"

"As far as I know, the reason Wanyue's spirit is haunting the little fox is because she had an unfinished love affair in her lifetime."

Xu Wan said slowly, "If we want to free her soul, we must first find the root of this relationship."

Murong Yu, a graceful young man, is a frequent visitor to Yanyu Tower, but he rarely steps into the most prestigious Tianzi Room.

Today, at the invitation of Yun Che and Xu Wan, he stepped into this mysterious place.

Inside the room, smoke curled up from the incense burner, and moonlight filtered through the window lattice, casting mottled shadows on the ground.

Murong Yu frowned slightly upon hearing this, a sense of foreboding welling up in his heart. He looked towards Yun Che, waiting for the next words.

"That soul is none other than Wanyue, the top performer in the Misty Rain Tower."

Yun Che's voice was deep and powerful, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hammering at Murong Yu's heart.

"Wan Yue?" Murong Yu murmured to himself, and the figure of the gentle and talented woman emerged in his mind.

“Yes, Wanyue.” Yun Che continued, “She was deeply obsessed with you during her lifetime…”

Murong Yu's face turned pale instantly. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner turmoil, and asked, "Brother Yun, how did you know Wan Yue was obsessed with me?"

“I have my own way of finding out.” Yun Che smiled mysteriously, a barely perceptible glint in his eyes.

Murong Yu stared at Yun Che, as if trying to discern some clues from his eyes.

He felt more and more that Yun Che was not an ordinary person, and the doubts in his heart became stronger and stronger.

"Brother Yun, who are you? Why do you know so many things?" Murong Yu finally couldn't help but ask.

Yun Che smiled slightly, picked up the teacup and took a sip, then slowly put the cup down and looked up at Murong Yu.

He said calmly, "Brother Murong, knowing too much about some things is not good for you. As for my identity, you will understand it in the future."

Murong Yu frowned. He didn't like the feeling of being kept in the dark.

But Yun Che in front of him was indeed unfathomable, so he decided not to ask any more questions for the time being, and instead shifted his attention to Wan Yue's matter.

"Then according to Brother Yiyun, how can I help Wanyue get rid of it?" Murong Yu asked.

"I can tell you where her body is, and then you have to... dig it up."

Yun Che stood up, walked to the window, and spoke with his back to Murong Yu.

Murong Yu hurriedly followed and asked anxiously, "Really? Then tell me where her body is!"

Yun Che was silent for a moment, then he spoke word by word, "In Yunmeng Lake, next to a locust tree."

Murong Yu felt a sharp pain in his heart. He didn't expect Wan Yue's body to be in such a place.

He gathered himself together and gritted his teeth, saying, "Thank you, Brother Yun, for telling me. I'll go find her right away."

"You want a mortal to dig up corpses in the middle of the night. Aren't you afraid of scaring people to death?" Xu Wan asked in surprise.

“If you’re scared, you can stay here. If you’re scared, there’s no need for me to resurrect Miss Wanyue.” Yun Che said expressionlessly.

Xu Wan swallowed her saliva. She was a very curious person, so how could she give up such an exciting thing?

"Mr. Murong, let me accompany you." Xu Wan patted Murong Yu's shoulder.

Yunmengze, a mass grave that everyone fears, is shrouded in fog all year round and ghost lights flicker, as if it is the boundary between the human world and the underworld.

However, in this cursed land, a deeply moving story that transcends life and death is about to unfold.

Xu Wan was wearing a plain green gown and standing at the edge of Yunmengze. Her eyes were gentle and firm, as if they could penetrate the thick fog and see the unknown other side.

Beside her was her master Yun Che, an extraordinary cultivator, holding an ancient longsword with a faint blue light flowing on the sword body, which was the embodiment of his spiritual consciousness.

"Master, is it right for us to bring Murong Yu here?" Xu Wan asked softly, with a hint of worry in her tone.

Yun Che smiled faintly, his eyes deep, "Everything in the world has its cause and effect. Murong Yu's deep love for Wan Yue is enough to move heaven and earth."

Not far away, Murong Yu was digging the soil with all his might. His hands were covered in mud and blood, but he did not stop at all.

He had only one thought in his mind - to bring his beloved Wanyue back to life.

The little fox was jumping around, occasionally digging up a piece of soil with its claws, as if it was helping Murong Yu in its own way.

As Murong Yu dug, the fog in Yunmengze seemed to become thicker, and the ghosts around him began to become restless, wailing.

These dead souls cannot rest in peace, either because they still have resentment or because their obsession is too strong.

However, when Yun Che's spiritual consciousness moved, the divine sword was in his hand, and all the swords returned to their origin, all the wailing stopped abruptly.

"The name of this sword is 'Returning to the Heart'. I wish to use this sword to protect you."

Yun Che said softly to Murong Yu, then pointed his sword at the sky, and a dazzling blue light streaked across the sky.

It dispelled the surrounding fog and allowed the wandering ghosts to feel unprecedented majesty and peace.

Murong Yu looked up at Yun Che, his eyes gleaming with gratitude and admiration.

He knew very well that this power was not only to protect him, but also to enable him to fulfill his long-cherished wish.

After a night of digging, Murong Yu finally found Wanyue's remains.

Although her face was blurred, Murong Yu's heart was filled with endless grief and longing.

He gently stroked the remains, as if he could still feel Wanyue's warmth and breath.

"Wanyue, I'm here. No matter life or death, I will stay with you."

Murong Yu's voice was low and firm, and there was a gleam of determination in his eyes.

Yun Che and Xu Wan watched this scene silently from the side, their hearts filled with emotion and respect.

Murong Yu is truly a passionate man in the world, loving deeply and madly.