209: Chapter 209 This is murder, it's illegal!

Chu Wushuang's Soul projection was halfway pulled out.

A translucent humanoid figure rose from the crown of his head; its features were identical to his Physical Body, but distorted to the point of deformity.

Its mouth hung wide open, eyes bulging, and facial muscles twitching convulsively.

His Physical Body lay prone on the grayish-white ground, his limbs no longer under his control.

His right hand clawed frantically at the ground, nails flipping back as blood seeped from the nail beds, leaving ten red streaks of varying depths on the void floor.

"No..."

A single word squeezed out of Chu Wushuang's throat, so dry it sounded cracked. He twisted his neck desperately, lifting his head to glare at Lu Chen, who was three steps away.

There was no anger on that face, no killing intent, not even annoyance.

It was entirely composed, so composed that Chu Wushuang felt that in his eyes, he was not even worth as much as an ant.

"How can you be like this!"

Chu Wushuang's vocal cords went out of tune in the agony of Soul extraction, his voice sharp and piercing, carrying a sob.

"I don't want to die!"

"You're killing someone! Killing someone is illegal, don't you know that?!"

The moment these words burst from his mouth, the Pocket Dimension fell silent for a breath.

Lu Chen's hand stopped.

Not because he was moved, but because he was almost amused by those words.

Illegal? In a world where a Great Emperor could destroy a nation with a wave of his hand and shatter stars with a flip of his palm, a mere ant at the Early Stage of the Xiantai Realm was bringing up the laws of Blue Star to threaten him?

In his arms, the little girl Yue Shiyun covered her ears with her small hands, her red eyes peeking through a gap in her fingers as she tilted her head to observe the white-robed scholar wailing on the ground.

"Revered Master Brother, he said it's illegal."

Yue Shiyun's little mouth twitched slightly.

"What law?"

Lu Chen patted her back.

"Remember, in this world, might is the law."

After saying that, his right hand tightened slightly.

The suction force suddenly intensified, and Chu Wushuang's Soul projection was yanked two-thirds of the way out of the crown of his head. His entire upper body's projection hung in mid-air, with only a final wisp of connection remaining to his Physical Body.

Intense pain exploded from the depths of his Soul.

Chu Wushuang's screams changed in pitch, from sharp to hoarse, and from hoarse to broken.

His throat was completely ruined, and he could only make hissing airy sounds from deep within.

"Killing someone is illegal?"

"You've lived in this dog-eat-dog cultivation world for decades, and you still haven't figured out one simple truth?"

He tilted his head, looking Chu Wushuang over.

"Here, strength is the law. You have no strength and no background, yet you dared to gossip about me in front of the prodigies of two dynasties."

"Dying ten thousand times wouldn't be enough."

Chu Wushuang's body convulsed on the ground.

His Soul projection trembled violently in mid-air, and a smile that looked worse than crying was squeezed onto his translucent face.

"We are both from Blue Star!"

"Not only do you not help me, but you want to kill me!"

"You have no martial ethics!"

"I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!"

When these final words were spat out, the features of his Soul projection were completely distorted.

It wasn't fear, but the malice of being driven into a corner.

Lu Chen finished listening; he didn't get angry, nor did he even give Chu Wushuang another look.

He flipped his right hand, and the banner of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner unfurled forward.

Black mist surged, and the shrieks of ten thousand vengeful spirits poured out from deep within the banner. Emaciated arms reached out one after another, grabbing for Chu Wushuang's Soul.

"Become a ghost?"

The corners of Lu Chen's mouth twitched slightly.

"You're overthinking it."

He pushed the Ten Thousand Soul Banner forward half an inch.

"Once you enter this Emperor's banner, you won't even have the qualification to become a ghost."

Black mist coiled around Chu Wushuang's Soul projection—one strand, two strands, ten, a hundred.

The moment each strand of black mist touched his Soul, Chu Wushuang felt a piece of his consciousness being gnawed away.

Chu Wushuang's memories were dissipating.

He thought of Blue Star, of the high school classroom, and of himself falling asleep on his desk that afternoon, only to wake up in this world.

"No!"

Chu Wushuang let out a final screech.

The Soul projection was completely enveloped by the black mist of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner and dragged deep into its surface.

Countless emaciated arms grabbed him, countless hollow eye sockets stared at him, and countless distorted mouths grinned at him.

They were welcoming him, welcoming a new companion.

The black mist closed, and the banner returned to tranquility.

Chu Wushuang's Soul vanished within the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, without even leaving an echo.

On the ground, an empty shell lay limp, limbs spread out, eyes hollow, chest still mechanically rising and falling, but there was no longer anyone inside.

Lu Chen glanced at that empty shell.

He raised his right index finger, and a speck of crimson flame condensed at the tip.

It wasn't ordinary spiritual fire; it was Nanming Li Fire, which burns all things to nothing, leaving no residue.

The flame flicked from his fingertip and landed on the shell.

There was no burning process. With a flash of crimson fire, the white clothes, flesh, bones, and blood—everything turned into nothingness in an instant.

Not even ash remained.

It was clean, as if this person named Chu Wushuang had never existed in this world.

Lu ChenPut away the Ten Thousand Souls Banner，Put the storage ring back.

He looked down.

At some point, Yue Shiyun had taken her hands off her ears and once again wrapped them around his neck, her small face pressed against his collarbone, her red eyes half-closed.

"Why did he disappear?"

The little girl asked, her voice soft and sweet.

"Revered Master released him back into nature."

"That person was so noisy just now."

"It's fine, he's not noisy anymore."

Lu Chen stroked her silver hair, his fingers sliding from the top of her head to the ends, his movements very gentle and slow.

Yue Shiyun hummed and rubbed her small head against the crook of his neck twice before closing her eyes again.

Lu Chen patted her back, looked up, and scanned the empty Pocket Dimension.

"Transmigrators are a scourge if left alive."

With a stroke of his right hand in the air, a spatial rift was torn open from his fingertips, and the grayish-white Pocket Dimension shattered into dust on both sides of the rift.

Carrying Yue Shiyun, Lu Chen stepped out.

The light from the spiritual energy formation patterns on the warm jade floor rushed toward him, and the dome, pillars, and seats of the Wangyue Tower's main hall unfolded in his vision.

The sweet fragrance of the spiritual rain that had just fallen on the city still lingered in the air.

Lu Chen's foot landed on the warm jade floor in the center of the hall, and the rift closed silently behind him.

Hundreds of gazes in the hall were fixed on him in unison; no one spoke, no one moved, and even their breathing was suppressed to the minimum.

No second person walked out of the rift.

Yue Yihao's Adam's apple bobbed; his mouth opened and closed, closed and opened, but in the end, not a single word came out.

It was even quieter on the side of the Great Xia Delegation.

Where was Chu Wushuang? Everyone was asking the same question, but not a single person dared to speak.

Princess Xia Qingyue stood by the white jade main table, her fingers twisting the hem of her skirt.

Her gaze fell on Lu Chen, on the quiet silver-haired little girl in his arms, and on the empty space behind him.

Lu Chen scanned the hall and yawned.

"As for that Young Friend Chu just now, this Emperor has already made arrangements for him. He will be in seclusion for bitter cultivation in my Small World from now on!"

His voice was lazy, no different from someone who had just woken up.

In the center of the hall, Lu Chen raised his chin, his gaze passing over the silent guests, sweeping past the seats of the Wushuang Immortal Dynasty on the east side, and over the people of the Great Xia Delegation on the west side.

The hem of Emperor Xia Wuji's black and gold imperial robe rested on the warm jade floor. He met Lu Chen's gaze and bowed in greeting.

"Emperor Yun."

Emperor Xia Wuji's voice was steady, but the end of his sentence carried an imperceptible trace of testing.

"Chu Wushuang offended the Great Emperor's majesty; he deserved to be executed, and Great Xia would have absolutely no objection. Emperor Yun is truly righteous to personally guide that boy and give him a good space to develop."