A master of metaphysics is farming.

Returning home under the cover of night, the couple, who had been waiting anxiously outside for Xiang He, were startled when they saw Xiang He helping a man approach.

Qinghun Xianghe vanished from the spot without a trace, concealing his figure.

Su helped Xiang Dayong to his feet, her eyes full of doubt, "Who is this...?"

"It's Mr. He from town. He fell while picking herbs in the back mountain. There were no houses nearby, so we brought him back first."

The two men were both shocked and quickly led him to the front door. "Why did you go to the back mountain so late at night? The back mountain is very dangerous..."

Xiang He helped him sit down, then went into the house and brought out a quilt. "Tonight, will you have to make do with me outside?"

He Sui'an reached out and took it, saying, "Thank you for your help."

Madam Su quickly waved her hand, "If you don't mind, sir, you can come inside to sleep. It's alright for us to be out for a day and a half."

"No need, no need. I just promised Miss Xiang that I would watch over the fields for her until she returns."

The couple turned to look at Xiang He at the same time, "Where is He going? It's not good for her to run around like this so late at night."

Xiang He smiled and shook her head, "It's alright. I forgot some things in the back mountain. Father and Mother, go back to your room to sleep first. I'll be back soon."

Before the two could stop her, Xiang He had already run down the path and disappeared from sight in no time.

"This girl is so anxious..." Madam Su looked at her worriedly several times. "Husband, should I go and check on her?"

Xiang Dayong's eyes also showed worry, but he still shook his head, "She...she can...do it."

Both of them knew Xiang He's abilities; she could bring their daughter's soul back to life, which was no simple feat.

But she looked just like my own daughter, and she was still a young girl, so I couldn't help but worry.

Sitting to the side, He Suian observed the expressions and behavior of the two, and they were indeed farmers. Xiang He, on the other hand, was quite different from them.

After a moment's thought, He Suian smiled gently and said, "Miss Xiang is very skilled. She just forgot some things and will probably be back soon. You two don't need to worry too much."

Madam Su forced a smile, "That...that girl is just restless, she likes to run around...Does the master feel cold? Would you like another blanket?"

“No need,” He Sui’an said, pulling the blanket to keep it from falling to the ground. “It’s very late. You two should go inside and get some sleep. I’ll wait for Miss Xiang to return.”

It didn't feel right to leave him outside alone in the wind, so the two of them continued to sit with him, glancing at the path every now and then.

He Sui'an took in the expressions of the two men, his eyes, slightly narrowed with a smile, were dark and unfathomable.

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Xiang He, who had been running all the way, finally arrived at her destination. To her left was Qinghun Xiang He, and to her right was the male ghost from before.

She was halfway up the mountain, and the tiger was lying right in front of her.

Qinghun was startled and pointed at the tiger's carcass, shouting, "Big cat!"

"You can see it."

Xiang He walked up to the tiger and squatted down. The ground was wet and glistening with light. Its eyes were closed and its head was tilted to the side. She poked the tiger's head with her hand. When it stopped moving, she lifted the tiger's head. The ground was covered in blood, and its fur was soaked.

She checked his temperature. "He's been dead for about two hours." She looked up at the mountain, remembering the way she came. "Is that the cliff edge where Mr. He fell?"

The male ghost nodded, "I heard a fight going on here, so I came to take a look. There were several men in black fighting here. This big cat came because it smelled human scent, and one of them slit its throat with a sword."

Xiang He caught a glimpse of the tiger's neck. The swordsmanship was quite good; the cut was deep enough but didn't sever the head. "Luckily, it wasn't stabbed a few more times; a whole pelt would fetch a higher price!"

Qinghun squatted down beside He, resting her chin on her hands. "So you wanted to sell it? But the people in town can't offer such a high price..."

Their place is extremely remote; only the Xu family in the town is wealthy, so it's unlikely they can sell the tiger for a high price.

Hearing her say that, Xiang He looked distressed. "Where can I sell it for a high price? I don't want to give away such a complete tiger skin for a low price."

"Why not just take it to the city to sell? It's just a bit of a journey."

Xiang He suddenly understood, "You're right! We can just go to the city to sell them!"

After saying that, Xiang He lifted the tiger's paw and stood up. The male ghost was shocked by her strength when he saw that she could easily carry the tiger on her back.

"Young lady, you have great strength!"

Qinghun Xianghe stared at Xianghe carrying the tiger, her mouth agape. It was the first time she had ever seen her body so strong. This big cat looked to weigh at least a hundred pounds, yet she had carried it with such ease...

Suddenly remembering something, Qinghun followed closely behind He, "Miss Xiang, I've spoken with my father and mother, and they're willing to give you their bodies. Please take good care of them for me in the future."

Xiang He nodded slightly, only then realizing that they had indeed accepted the matter; otherwise, they wouldn't have called her "He Yatou".

"I...I feel like I have to go..."

He paused, turned his head to look at He, and saw that He was radiating a faint glow. Her face was adorned with a bright and radiant smile, revealing her pearly white teeth. "Thank you for allowing me to say goodbye to my father and mother in person."

Xiang He smiled gently at her, "It's a pity that Xiao Yang and Yun are still young. If they knew you were dead, I'm afraid the whole village would cry."

"Hehe, Yun girl is indeed prone to crying," she breathed a sigh of relief to relax herself, "Is it because I've settled my worries that I'm leaving?"

"Hmm, in the next life..."

Xiang He saw her holding her index finger to her lips, her eyes brimming with tears, "I don't want to know what the next life will be like. Your identity is not simple, you can't reveal such secrets, can you?"

"What are you thinking about!" Xiang He tugged at Hu's leg and pulled it onto his shoulder. "I want to say, I wish you peace, joy, and a happy life in your next life."

She pouted, looking coquettish, and rarely acted spoiled, saying, "Okay, I really have to go now."

The human and the ghost watched her disappear. The male ghost hid behind Xiang He, his eyes filled with complex emotions, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

Behind Qinghun Xianghe, a vortex appeared, its swirling energy gloomy. Outside the vortex, claws bared, searching for a target, making the scene even more desolate and eerie.

From within the vortex emerged a figure, wielding black chains that rattled as it approached Qinghun, binding her hands tightly. A cloud of cold smoke billowed from its mouth.

"The road to the underworld is long and there are no inns; watch your step as you embark on your journey."

Qinghun turned back to look at Xiang He one last time, her eyes glistening with tears. "Miss Xiang, remember our promise."

"must."

Seeing that they were about to walk into the whirlpool, Xiang He hurriedly called out, "Brother Cha, please take good care of her on the way. I will give you whatever money I get."

Upon hearing those two words, the ghost messenger turned to the side, his dark eyes revealing no emotion. "So you are a Taoist priest. This is my humble duty; I do not deserve your offerings."

"However, it's a convenient move. Have a safe journey, both of you."