The most useless spiritual root at the beginning, I just want to play badly

"Her soul?" Lin Chang'an was shocked and a chill suddenly surged in his heart.

He quickly expanded his spiritual sense and discovered that the red-clothed woman's soul had not completely dissipated. Instead, it was being pulled by some force, rapidly flying into the air. The air was filled with a familiar black energy wave, which came from the scroll.

"Is that... the scroll?" Uncle Qiu also noticed something was wrong and asked hurriedly.

Lin Changan nodded, a sharp look flashing in his eyes: "Yes, it is this." He turned around abruptly, regaining his composure in an instant, his eyes fixed, and his words were as cold as ice: "That scroll seems to be able to absorb her soul!"

At that moment, the soul of the woman in red seemed to be sucked into the black scroll by an invisible force. A black light flickered on the scroll, and then the vague figure of the woman in red appeared on it.

"Master... I have become a spirit of the weapon." The voice of the woman in red sounded on the scroll, with a strange sense of calmness and strangeness, as if her will was still clear, but different from the previous bloody hatred.

Bing Hongbin and Uncle Qiu were both shocked and turned to Lin Changan: "What...what's going on?"

Lin Changan was silent for a moment, looking at the scroll with a solemn look in his eyes. "Her soul was absorbed by the scroll and became a spirit. It seems that this scroll is a magical tool that can absorb and control souls."

"She...really turned into a weapon spirit?" Bing Hongbin said in shock. "Then will she still be considered a human being?"

Lin Chang'an stared at the scroll, a complex expression flashing in his eyes. He knew that the fate of the woman in red had undergone a drastic change. She had gone from a woman filled with revenge and hatred to a ruthless spirit. And while her soul still remained on the scroll, she no longer had complete freedom.

"Her identity has completely changed." Lin Chang'an's tone was low, as if carrying a subtle sympathy, but then he put away all emotions. "From now on, she will be forever bound by this scroll and become its soul slave."

The voice of the woman in red still came from the scroll, full of regret: "I... just hope to get a little peace, no more revenge, no longer trapped by hatred." There was a hint of sadness in her voice, but still with resignation to this fate.

Lin Changan sighed softly: "You have come this far, there is no turning back. I just hope that you can let go of all that hatred and live in peace."

A low sigh emanated from the scroll, the soul of the woman in red seeming to endure some indescribable pain. Then, the woman, originally filled with hatred, stopped talking and remained quietly trapped within the scroll, becoming Lin Changan's spirit.

Uncle Qiu and Bing Hongbin both felt the heaviness in the air, and the atmosphere suddenly became extremely oppressive. Bing Hongbin couldn't help but ask, "So what should we do next?"

Lin Chang'an didn't answer immediately. Instead, he put the scroll away and said softly, "Let's leave here first and make plans when we get back. The fate of the woman in red has changed, and we should also think about our next move."

The three of them left silently, walking into the distance. Though they didn't speak, their hearts were heavy, as if each of them was enveloped by an unspeakable pain. And that black scroll might become a source of unpredictable danger in the future.

Lin Chang'an suddenly stopped, his brow furrowed slightly, and his gaze drifted off into the distance. His expression grew solemn, as if sensing some unusual fluctuation. The red-clothed woman's voice echoed in his mind again: "Master, I sense the presence of two other scrolls here. They seem to be connected to the scroll I'm in."

Only Lin Chang'an could hear the sound. Uncle Qiu and Bing Hongbin naturally didn't notice it. Lin Chang'an suddenly froze, as if lost in some kind of deep thought. Bing Hongbin looked at him and asked in confusion, "What's wrong, Chang'an?"

Uncle Qiu also noticed his abnormality, his eyes fell on him, and he asked softly, "Is there something wrong?"

Lin Changan shook his head slightly and returned to normal. "It's okay, I just felt something. Let's keep going."

The three of them continued on their journey. Although the atmosphere was a little solemn, it remained relatively calm. The sky gradually darkened, and the once bright sky was gradually covered by heavy clouds, foreshadowing the approach of night. Just then, a simple pavilion suddenly appeared in the distance, standing by the roadside, as if providing shelter from the wind and rain.

Uncle Qiu narrowed his eyes, glanced at Lin Changan first, then nodded, "That pavilion seems to provide a place for us to rest. Let's go over and take a look."

Bing Hongbin nodded in agreement, and the three of them walked towards the pavilion. As they approached, the outline of the pavilion gradually became clearer. Finally, Lin Changan's eyes fixed, and an uneasy premonition surged in his heart.

Just as they entered the pavilion, a figure suddenly appeared inside. The man was tall and had a cold temperament. It was Xue Ming from the Xue family.

Xue Ming smiled slightly, a hint of provocation in his eyes. He stood in the center of the pavilion, his hands behind his back, his eyes fixed on Lin Changan. "Lin Changan, what a coincidence, you're here too."

Lin Changan's brows raised slightly, his inner vigilance growing stronger, but his face remained calm. "Xue Ming, I didn't expect you to be here too. It seems you had this planned all along."

Xue Ming smiled faintly, "It's not a premeditated plan. I just happened to be waiting for you here. You might as well take a rest for a while and don't rush on your way."

Uncle Qiu and Bing Hongbin stood aside, clearly sensing the growing tension. The atmosphere had become somewhat subdued. Bing Hongbin couldn't help but ask, "Xue Ming, what are you doing here? Are you deliberately trying to embarrass us?"

Xue Ming glanced at Bing Hongbin with a hint of disdain. "You're quite straightforward, asking directly. Actually... it's nothing. I just feel that your schedule is a bit too rushed, so I wanted to stop and chat with you."

Lin Changan looked at Xue Ming coldly, secretly wary. He didn't believe Xue Ming would appear here for no reason, especially at such a time. With a light cough, the atmosphere around him instantly became silent, as if even the air had become stagnant.

"What are you talking about?" Lin Changan asked in a cold tone.

Xue Ming smiled faintly, seemingly unfazed by Lin Changan's alarm. "Nothing serious. Speaking of which, it seems you've been in quite a bit of trouble lately. That woman in red—don't you fully understand her background?" His eyes held a hint of profound inquiry. "Don't you think her appearance was orchestrated by someone else?"

A cold glint flashed in Lin Chang'an's eyes. Xue Ming's words were clearly not simple. He knew in his heart that what Xue Ming said was not groundless, but something he had known for a long time. He responded coldly, "What do you want to say?"