Chapter 3082

If not for the Soul Immortal Beauty flowers, this sea of blooms would indeed be beautiful.

The entire field was filled with lavender. Those tiny purple flowers merged into a vast sea, giving people a sense of peace.

However, no one knew that deep within this flower sea, there was a small patch of Soul Immortal Beauty. This single patch had claimed the lives of at least a thousand people.

Flowers are beautiful. Some say the more poisonous the flower, the more beautiful it is.

For this flower sea, the more human lives used as fertilizer, the more stunning the flowers became.

"The Soul Immortal Beauty should not exist." Yan Xizhong looked at the flower sea and calmly stated his decision.

"What do you plan to do?" Yun Meng asked.

Yan Xizhong pointed to the sky. "Such unnatural flowers are naturally for the Heavenly Dao to handle. We will not interfere. I will merely inform the Heavenly Dao of the information here."

The Heavenly Dao had its own rules and policies. Yan Xizhong never intended to interfere with how the Heavenly Dao acted.

However, he still needed to find the souls used as fertilizer for the Soul Immortal Beauty.

Yan Xizhong formed his hand into a palm-up shape. A red spider lily appeared in his palm.

This red spider lily was different from the usual ones. It had only two colors: white flowers and black stems.

This was a Samsara Red Spider Lily. It had been specially refined by the Yan Emperor for Yan Xizhong, to ensure he had the ability to handle situations he could not manage alone.

Yan Xizhong slightly moved his hand. The red spider lily began to spin rapidly. As it rotated, countless light particles appeared.

These light particles were also black and white. Only Yan Xizhong and Yun Meng could see them.

Following the light particles, Yan Xizhong and Yun Meng slowly moved forward.

Essentially, these light particles acted as an invisible guide, helping them locate lost souls.

Yan Xizhong cast a barrier around himself and Yun Meng. No one could see their actions. With others unable to see them, they could act boldly.

Yan Xizhong grabbed Yun Meng and flew forward.

"Flying like this is much more comfortable than taking an airplane," Yun Meng said.

Yan Xizhong looked at her speechlessly. "You are destined not to enjoy comfort."

Yun Meng raised an eyebrow. "As long as you are with me, I am not worried about going anywhere. Whether I enjoy comfort or not does not matter to me."

Hearing Yun Meng’s words, Yan Xizhong smiled helplessly. "If that is the case, I will just use a flying vehicle in the future to save you from making a fuss."

Yun Meng giggled and pointed ahead. "It seems we are almost at our destination."

Indeed, they were approaching their destination. It was another garden, but this one was a rose garden.

"Roses are inherently beautiful, but now they have become a place for filth," Yan Xizhong sighed lightly.

"These roses seem a bit strange." Yun Meng, being a flower shop owner, was sensitive to flowers.

The roses before them were beautiful, but this beauty carried an indescribable charm. It was like poppies—beautiful yet toxic. One knew these flowers should not exist, yet felt compelled to pick them.

"True Bloody Mary," Yan Xizhong identified it at a glance.

"There is a Western witchcraft that uses human flesh and blood to fertilize the soil and souls as nutrients. This makes the flowers appear more spiritual. In reality, this spirituality is fake. It is essentially a floral drug that makes people addicted. If one looks at these flowers too much or inhales their scent too deeply, they will fall into a trance, lose their vitality, and die. The souls of these dead people then become fertilizer for the flowers, creating a cycle."

Yan Xizhong paused. "This is the true Western witchcraft, Bloody Mary."

Yun Meng pointed at the rose garden. "So, all of these are Bloody Mary?"

"Yes," Yan Xizhong nodded. "All of them are Bloody Mary."

Then, Yan Xizhong looked at the sky. "You are the Heavenly Dao, yet you do not care when such things happen?"

Neither Bloody Mary nor Soul Immortal Beauty should exist. Such things harmed moral virtue.

Dark clouds gradually gathered in the sky.

Yan Xizhong said to Yun Meng, "Let’s go sit in that pavilion over there. We will wait until the heavenly punishment passes before investigating."

Correct. With Yan Xizhong’s information, the Heavenly Dao had detected the anomaly. Since it was wrong, it had to be destroyed. Thus, heavenly lightning arrived.

Yun Meng and Yan Xizhong sat in a nearby pavilion. They watched as the sky, originally sunny, became covered in dark clouds. Lightning dragons rolled between the clouds, showing how angry the Heavenly Dao was about such matters.

Yan Xizhong took a deep breath. "The Heavenly Dao is angry. I wonder who did this. Once found, they will likely face a terrible fate."

This was inevitable. No matter how many good deeds one did in life, killing people to plant Bloody Mary and Soul Immortal Beauty was wrong.

"Didn’t the weather report say it would be sunny today? Why is there a thunderstorm?" Someone nearby tried to check their phone.

"Are you foolish? Do not use your phone during a thunderstorm. Don’t you know that?" Another person reminded him.

The person who had taken out their phone put it back in their pocket and looked at the sky.

Lightning increased in the sky. Finally, the dark clouds could no longer bear the pressure of the lightning. Bolts struck down, like dragons competing to see who was stronger.

As the lightning dragons struck, the Soul Immortal Beauty and Bloody Mary instantly turned to ash.

"Wow, that lightning is powerful. Such a beautiful flower field and rose garden were struck," someone said.

Yun Meng glanced at Yan Xizhong and placed her hand in his large palm.

Yan Xizhong smiled, holding Yun Meng’s hand tightly, and looked at the sky. The lightning’s power was significant. To others, it merely looked like lightning accidentally striking the flower fields and rose gardens.

However, Yan Xizhong saw something else. Every time lightning struck, a wisp of black qi appeared. This showed how strong the resentment of those who died here was.

If this resentment continued, it might cultivate a resentful spirit.

Unlike a resentful soul, which has no physical form, a resentful spirit can use its innate ability to condense into a form of its choosing.

Once a resentful spirit is formed, its power may exceed that of a fierce soul.