Chapter 184: Yellow Millet Spirit Summoning

Chapter 184: Summoning the Soul in the Yellow Millet Dream

"Every question I ask you next, you may choose silence. If you answer, you must ensure it is true. Because all of this will serve as the computational basis for the Great Case Divination Arts!"

Zou Sijiu’s face was grave. "Any questions?"

"None."

"Then let us begin."

Zou Sijiu raised his hand and snapped his fingers. Immediately, a thread bundle as thick as two fingers extended from the Bagua on the ceiling, precisely connecting to the brain-machine spiritual aperture at the back of his neck.

"Who have you seen recently?"

"He Zangjia and Zhou You."

Li Jun’s voice paused. He hesitated for a moment, but ultimately spoke Wang Xie’s name.

The thread bundle curved, lifting Zou Sijiu’s body into the air. He sat cross-legged in midair, eyes tightly shut.

"Who is this Wang Xie?"

"Chongqing Prefecture, Embroidered Uniform Guard Second Division, Chief Banner Officer."

Zou Sijiu’s eyelid twitched violently. "In your judgment, is he reliable?"

"I’ve only met the man, haven't been through anything with him. Hard to say."

*Hum.*

The Bagua trigrams on the ceiling lit up in sequence. At the center, two black-and-white fish circled endlessly.

"What other places have you been these past few days?"

"The Peace Hotel."

"This place doesn't count. Don't provide useless redundant information!"

*Crack!*

The sound of grinding knuckles rang in his ears. Zou Sijiu’s whole body instantly tensed. He forcibly suppressed the urge to open his eyes, maintaining that charlatan’s tone as he continued.

"Have you been to any pleasure quarters during this time?"

Li Jun gritted his teeth. "No."

No wonder his temper is so fiery.

"What kind of people have you killed?"

Li Jun rubbed his brow. "Quite a few."

Zou Sijiu tapped his fingertips against his knuckles, intoning softly, "If the list is too long, you can transmit it via the brain-machine spiritual aperture."

"Hmm?"

"...... Done. Got the result."

At the critical moment, Zou Sijiu mended the fence just in time. He suddenly snapped his eyes open, raised his right hand high, and shouted a command!

"Great Case Divination Arts, Summon the Lot!"

Simultaneously, the yin-yang fish swimming on the ceiling converged and fused, manifesting as a chaotic vortex.

A divination lot slowly descended from within into Zou Sijiu’s hand.

"Misfortune turns to fortune in a hair's breadth; the gentleman shakes himself off and emerges from the mountains! If tidings of Tiger and Rabbit arrive, resolve firm, busy affairs pose no difficulty. Purple Micro, Hai Palace. This lot is Supreme Auspicious!"

Resonant, grand tones echoed through the room. Speakers hidden who-knew-where chimed in synchronously.

For a moment, court music swelled within the room. The atmosphere was solemn and dignified.

Li Jun folded his arms across his chest, coldly watching Zou Sijiu suspended in midair. "Speak human."

Ritual! Ritual! Do you understand, you bastard!

Zou Sijiu’s face twitched. In the end, he didn't dare keep up the act. He spoke honestly, "Nothing unexpected calculated. Tomorrow’s business should be fine."

"That works. Oh, right. Don't pull these flashy stunts in the future. Lights, music... makes it look like a scam."

"You didn't pay me a damn cent either. Forget the divination fee, you didn't even cover room and board."

Zou Sijiu muttered grumpily, but to his shock, he saw Li Jun’s foot, already stepping toward the door, slowly withdraw.

"Friendly! Friendly!"

*Clang.*

A section of a crimson sword tip dropped before Zou Sijiu, striking the floor with a crisp ring.

"Chilong?! You took this thing out?"

The cry had barely left his mouth when Li Jun had already walked out the door, leaving only a voice trailing behind.

"This thing should be useful for your soul summoning."

Once only he remained in the room, Zou Sijiu’s expression gradually darkened.

"The unexpected variables calculated by the Great Case Divination Arts have all been plucked clean by Li Jun. The divination just now did indeed show everything proceeding smoothly."

"Then why... do I still feel uneasy?"

Zou Sijiu’s face flickered between shadow and light. That lot inscribed with the Supreme Auspicious trigram tapped rhythmically against his forehead.

"Could the heavenly mechanism’s numbers have been confused? Impossible. To achieve that, one would need to inject massive amounts of false data into the Yellow Millet Network. Who would do that?"

"Qingcheng or Qixia? Could it be those Honghu recruits?"

Thoughts tangled like a ball of hemp, a thousand threads. Every single one seemed possible, yet deep reflection yielded no focal point.

"Damn it, whatever. Can't catch a wolf without risking the cub; can't catch a hooligan without risking the wife! Today, this old man bleeds big!"

Zou Sijiu sprang to his feet. That divination lot was casually tossed to his feet, discarded like a worn-out shoe.

At that very moment, the Northwest Qian Palace within the Bagua above his head suddenly blazed bright, casting down a pillar of brilliant yellow light.

A broken saber and a doll fell within the light, bobbing up and down.

Zou Sijiu hooked a finger in his sleeve and tugged. The crisp suit on his body changed like a magic trick into a set of bright yellow robes.

A thread bundle thick as a wrist dropped from the ceiling, biting into the back of his neck like a giant python.

*Hum.* The deafening whine of mechanical overclocking.

In the next instant, blue electric arcs exploded across Zou Sijiu’s body. His oily, scalp-hugging hair stood on end, root by root.

"Body vacant, Yellow Millet dredges the soul. I am Zou Sijiu. In the name of the Yin-Yang Nuo Duke, I borrow authority, open the back door, excavate the Nine Nether Number Network, guide the lost soul to return!"

As the incantation moved, Zou Sijiu’s pupils instantly dilated. Deep within, a dark, secluded light seemed to flow.

"Come forth!!"

This Yin-Yang sorcerer joined two fingers like a sword, pointing at the doll!

After a long while, blue veins bulged at Zou Sijiu’s temples, but the doll remained quiet and still, utterly unresponsive.

"Girl, oh girl, can't you give me a response? If my nephew finds out I can't summon your soul back, I'm a dead man."

Zou Sijiu’s incantation didn't cease. The electric arcs on his body were blinding.

No matter how he searched through the vast, oceanic Huangliang Network, he could not find a single trace of the girl.

Logically speaking, having walked the "backdoor" and borrowed "permissions," it should not have been difficult for Zou Sijiu to summon the maiden's soul.

Especially since the girl was merely the artifact spirit of an Eighth-Rank Early-Stage Mo Jia armor; her soul structure was not complex.

But now, Zou Sijiu had received not a shred of response, as if the girl had utterly vanished into the Huangliang Network.

"Sigh, this lass's consciousness was scattered too thoroughly by Yu Canghai. With my attainment, it seems I cannot fish her back."

Zou Sijiu let out a long sigh, yet still felt a stifling resentment in his chest, unable to stop himself from cursing viciously.

"Dog-bastard Yu Canghai, to strike so ruthlessly at a mere child!"

Since he could not summon Li Hua back, he had no choice but to try the other one.

"The difficulty... shouldn't be too great, right?"

Zou Sijiu moved his sword-fingers horizontally, pointing at the broken saber.

In the next second, the broken saber suspended in mid-air trembled slightly, as if responding.

"There's hope! Didn't borrow all these permissions for nothing!"

Zou Sijiu's expression brightened, but after the broken saber shuddered twice, it seemed to grow weary, and promptly stilled once more.

"What's going on? Is the stimulation not enough?"

Zou Sijiu pondered for a moment, and a line Li Jun had said suddenly flashed through his mind.

Holding a 'let's try it' attitude, Zou Sijiu flicked his hand and threw the severed tip of the Jie Chi Long Sword over.

Sure enough, the broken saber, which had been lazy and listless moments ago, began to tremble wildly, hacking furiously at the sword tip.

In an instant, sparks flew in mid-air, the crisp, sonorous clang of collision ringing without end.

Under Zou Sijiu's astonished gaze, the scarlet sword tip—clearly a full rank higher—shattered with a boom, exploding into sky-full of fragments that adhered to the broken saber.

Faintly, Zou Sijiu noticed the broken saber's residual edge seemed to have knitted together somewhat.

Before he could ponder deeper, Zou Sijiu suddenly felt an extremely intense emotion surge forth.

A loneliness.

A deep, profound loneliness.

"Loneliness my ass, 'well-fed and warm, lust arises,' is that it? You damn stallion!"

Zou Sijiu gritted his teeth, his gaze turning ruthless, as if he had made a painful resolution.

With a shake of his wide sleeve, a string of chips coated in pink paint slid out, surrounding the broken saber with the momentum of a grand army pressing the border.

*Complete Collection of Guose Tianxiang*

*Supreme Collector's Edition of Pin Hua Baojian*

*Yulou Chun — Uncensored Cracked Version*

*Fei Hua Yan Xiang: The Ruthless Mad Demon*

A powerful sense of disdain fed back into Zou Sijiu's mind.

"Heh, still looking down on them, are we?"

Zou Sijiu sneered, raising his sword-fingers high overhead, blue electric arcs converging at his fingertips.

"A pig cannot appreciate fine bran; these are all this old man's out-of-print collection!"

Sword-fingers swept down, like a general issuing a charge order from the front lines, "Huangliang Lust-Waves, Rise! I'll f*cking pleasure you to death!"

*Clang!!*

The broken saber shuddered, a keen, high-pitched cry soaring!