Chapter 145: Three Souls Gather

Chapter 145: Gathering of the Three Souls

Lake couldn't open his eyes against the fierce gale; he covered his face with his arm, his voice fragmented by the wind, "That's... the heaven soul."

Ling Qingjue nodded, grabbed that wisp of soul, and gently stuffed it into Meng Shu's mortal soul.

The two souls merged but then repelled each other. Ling Qingjue immediately cast a spell to prevent them from separating again.

Having retrieved the heaven soul, Meng Shu blinked sluggishly; he now possessed all his memories.

Ling Qingjue's heart skipped a beat.

He quickly calmed the gale, fearing the wind would scatter Meng Shu's soul, and turned sideways to shield him from the wind, "Meng Shu?"

Hearing his voice, Meng Shu looked up at him blankly; though his eyes were clear, they held no emotion.

The man opened his mouth but made no sound.

Ling Qingjue furrowed his brows slightly, bent down to meet his eyes, "Are you ignoring me?"

Still no response.

Lake couldn't see Meng Shu's soul, but understood the situation, "His soul is incomplete. When you talk to him, he can't understand. You need to retrieve his earthly soul before he can respond to you."

"You annoying cat." Ling Qingjue straightened up in frustration and glanced at the Law, "Hey, you go protect his soul. I'll continue summoning souls."

The Law, servile and timid, stepped in front of Meng Shu, casting a golden light to firmly guard him.

It had never dreamed that one day it would be bullied by a cat.

Ling Qingjue cast another formation. This time, the wind and rain grew fiercer, attracting wandering souls.

Among the crowd of souls, Ling Qingjue spotted Meng Shu's earthly soul at a glance.

The earthly soul governed good and evil.

He pulled Meng Shu's earthly soul over, his expression shifting, "Even your earthly soul is white. What a pitiful life you've lived!"

The earthly soul had no memory and instinctively feared this powerful presence, struggling to escape.

Ling Qingjue pushed it into Meng Shu's soul.

The three souls returned to their places.

The Law also sighed in relief; at least they hadn't arrived too late, and Meng Shu's soul hadn't gone missing.

If it had gone missing, given Ling Qingjue's destructive power, the entire area would have been flooded before the soul was summoned.

Ling Qingjue canceled the formation, but seeing that the sky was still dark, he said, annoyed, "How about a rainbow?"

A halo of light abruptly emerged in the sky, and a rainbow faintly appeared; the rain cleared, leaving a sunny day.

"Meng Shu." Ling Qingjue walked over to Meng Shu and slowly bent down, "Do you know me?"

Meng Shu's expression was flat, like a puppet. He stared blankly at Ling Qingjue and spoke slowly, "I know you."

"You think erasing my memory will let you get rid of me?" As a member of the Cat Clan, Ling Qingjue could touch spiritual bodies—a unique racial talent.

He pinched Meng Shu's cheek, each word spoken with gritted teeth, "Dream on!"

In contrast to his agitation, Meng Shu showed no emotion throughout. Facing his anger, Meng Shu only nodded blankly and said, "Oh."

"Oh?"

The single word made Ling Qingjue sound bitter and strange.

Ling Qingjue took a deep breath, almost laughing in anger, "I brought you back to life, and all I get is an 'oh'?"

"...Then, I'm sorry." Each word from Meng Shu came slowly, as if he couldn't comprehend Ling Qingjue's feelings, only mechanically apologizing.

"I hate when you say that!" Ling Qingjue really wanted to strangle him, "What else can you do besides apologize? You abandoned me for so long, went behind my back and died—what do you take me for!"

Meng Shu was silent for a long time, then spat out another word: "...Oh."

"Do you believe I'll tear you apart!"

Now Ling Qingjue also had no memory. He couldn't understand how he had fallen for someone like this, someone so dismissive of him!

Was he possessed back then, falling for such a dumb, ugly, and heartless human?

It must be false! How could he ever like Meng Shu!

Seeing him about to blow up, the Law, afraid he would drag everyone down with him, said in a weak voice, "Um... he only has the three souls; the seven emotions haven't returned. He's just a puppet now, capable of only basic reactions. It's useless to be harsh on him; he can't understand how you feel."

Only the three souls, no po.

Meng Shu was now like an AI robot. He could answer questions, but he couldn't understand others' emotions—nor did he have any of his own. The world was like a glass of plain water to him.

"The three souls have already gathered, and the seven po should return shortly," the Law continued. "Wait for the seven po to return to their places before you talk to him. If you talk to him now, you'll only anger yourself and get no response."

"..."

Ling Qingjue remained silent, staring fixedly at Meng Shu.

How had he come to such a miserable state? His body couldn't be preserved, and his soul had scattered completely.

If I really forgot you, what would you do?

Would you just die with regret like that?

For a moment, Ling Qingjue couldn't tell who was more cold-hearted—him or Meng Shu. Meng Shu had abandoned him so decisively, leaving no room for retreat.

He felt utterly defeated, staring without moving at Meng Shu's face.

Did he really love him? If he loved him, why would he keep secrets from him?

He had gone to great lengths to revive Meng Shu. What if Meng Shu had never had genuine feelings for him?

Having lost all his memories, Ling Qingjue felt powerless for the first time. Since childhood, he could control many things—weather, elements, and directly confront anyone he disliked—never once feeling this powerless.

Facing Meng Shu, for the first time, he felt he couldn't control him.

He couldn't understand Meng Shu's thoughts.

This person was beyond his control.

"Meng Shu," Ling Qingjue crouched down, lowering his posture below him, with a confused look, "Did we really love each other?"

Meng Shu's eyes were hollow, as if covered in a thin mist, staring blankly at him. In his memory, he had indeed been with Ling Qingjue. But now, having lost the seven po, he had no emotions and couldn't experience the so-called emotions of love and hate.

He just nodded blankly, "Mm-hmm."

Ling Qingjue held his hand and asked, "Do you remember why you abandoned me?"

Meng Shu lowered his head and replied numbly, "I don't remember."

He couldn't recall his own feelings.

There really was nothing to say to a block of wood. Ling Qingjue understood that if he kept talking, he would be unable to resist beating Meng Shu until his soul was scattered.

He had no memories of Meng Shu now. In his eyes, Meng Shu was a complete scumbag who abandoned a kitten!

He let go of Meng Shu's hand, but Meng Shu subconsciously held his hand back.

Just for a moment.

Meng Shu dazedly withdrew his hand again, his expression unchanged.

Ling Qingjue's face was cold, his tone fierce: "I'll deal with you once you understand what pain means."

The magic array activated again. The Three Souls returned, and the remaining seven po also answered the call.

The first po that rushed into Ling Qingjue's arms was named Shigou, governing the emotion of "Joy."

The Law said, "Return this po to him, and he will be able to feel joy."

"..."

Ling Qingjue clutched that po, his eyes darkened.

After a long while, he lifted his head and said indifferently, "I'm quite curious about what the happiest moment of his life was."

The Law noted, "You want to read his emotions?"

"Exactly." Ling Qingjue shook the po in his hand. "Didn't he say he liked me? Then his strongest emotion should be related to me, right?"

Ling Qingjue lowered his eyes, his voice cold and piercing, "If it has nothing to do with me, I won't save him."

The po suddenly drilled into Ling Qingjue's body.

The happiest moment of Meng Shu's life slowly unfolded before him.