Chapter 21: The Spirit Immortal

In the dim and damp dungeon, Jiang Xiaofei sat cross-legged, resembling a meditating monk lost in contemplation. Yet, upon closer inspection, strands of black and white energy swirled subtly around him.

“This black and white energy truly is marvelous.” With just a slight probe into his body, Jiang Xiaofei sensed the power of the binding spell loosening, filling him with delight.

At the same time, curiosity about this black and white energy stirred within him. Even he did not know its true nature; all he knew was that it had been within him since the moment he was born. Had he not just discovered that this energy was immune to the spell’s suppression, he would have long forgotten such a wondrous force resided in him.

After a brief moment of marvel, Jiang Xiaofei’s eyes sharpened. Changing his hand seal, he released a ripple of black and white light from his body.

Instantly, Jiang Xiaofei felt an overwhelming sense of ease and power, completely shattering the restraints of the spell.

Just as he was about to rise and leave the dungeon, a voice echoed in, “Jiang Xiaofei, I’ve come to rescue you!”

Hearing this, Jiang Xiaofei’s gaze grew focused. He looked toward the entrance to see Ye Qiuchen opening the iron door and stepping inside.

Recognizing Ye Qiuchen, Jiang Xiaofei frowned slightly and said, “You’ve come to rescue me, but aren’t you afraid Ye Yijian will hold it against you?”

Ye Qiuchen said nothing, instead walking toward Jiang Xiaofei. “The spell sealing your power was cast by Patriarch Ye himself. With my cultivation, I cannot break it. But I can lead you down the secret passage and off the mountain. No one has noticed yet—come quickly.”

Jiang Xiaofei smiled, “Thank you, but there’s no need. I’ve already broken free.”

“What?” Ye Qiuchen’s face showed utter astonishment, but he quickly regained his composure. “Then why are you still here? Hurry down the mountain—if Patriarch Ye discovers you, it’ll be too late.”

“No need. They’ve already found out,” Jiang Xiaofei replied with a faint smile.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a cold voice rang out, “Ye Qiuchen, you’ve got some nerve, daring to help this boy off the mountain! Am I not still your sect master?”

“Master, I was wrong. Please punish me,” Ye Qiuchen pleaded, falling to his knees as Ye Yijian and Ye Qingzi entered. Realizing his plan had failed, he knelt immediately.

“You traitorous disciple! Today I’ll cleanse the sect and beat you to death myself!” Ye Yijian, enraged by the sight of Ye Qiuchen’s submiss