Chapter 486: The Pure-Clad Dark Heir 36

The moment the shadow appeared, Jiang Yuantong on the bed sensed it instantly.

He turned sharply, instinctively pulling Tang Wan into his arms, one hand gently covering her ears so she wouldn’t wake.

“You dare come back?” he whispered, glaring at the figure.

A cold laugh echoed.

In the next instant, the wandering soul rushed forward—dark energy surging as it yanked Jiang Yuantong away. Black mist coiled tightly around his neck.

“Why wouldn’t I?” the wandering soul sneered, eyes faintly glowing red. “You’re just a fool. What right do you have to compete with me?”

Struggling for breath, Jiang Yuantong still glared stubbornly.

“You… you hurt her… I won’t… let you…”

The hostility in the wandering soul’s eyes deepened.

“Overestimating yourself.”

With a flick, he threw Jiang Yuantong aside and turned toward Tang Wan.

She lay pale and exhausted, completely unaware of the conflict unfolding beside her.

Just as his hand reached toward her face—

Jiang Yuantong lunged forward again, shielding her with his body.

“Stay away! You almost killed her—how dare you touch her now?!”

His voice trembled but remained resolute.

“Zhang Tianshi said… because of you… she’s getting weaker… she could even die!”

The wandering soul froze.

Only then did he truly look at Tang Wan.

Her breathing was shallow. Her face lacked color. And despite the commotion, she hadn’t stirred at all.

Because… of me?

For the first time, uncertainty flickered in his gaze.

…

At that moment, Old King Lin’s anxious voice rang from outside:

“Tongtong! Don’t act recklessly! Come out—let Zhang Tianshi purify the hostility!”

“Purify?”

The wandering soul’s expression turned icy.

If he were purified… wouldn’t that leave everything to that foolish version of himself?

A shadow flashed—

He drifted out into the courtyard, floating above, looking down coldly.

…

Zhang Tianshi felt the overwhelming pressure the moment he saw him.

His heart sank.

This isn’t just a wandering soul anymore… this is already at the level of a ghost king.

If such a being lost control, the consequences would be catastrophic.

Steadying himself, Zhang Tianshi spoke:

“Young master, you are one body—why refuse to coexist? And the concubine is only mortal. She cannot withstand your Yin energy. If this continues, her life will be in danger. For her sake, please—”

“Silence.”

The wandering soul cut him off coldly.

“Where did this Taoist come from, meddling in my affairs? Get out.”

…

Darkness gathered.

The sky above the courtyard dimmed unnaturally, thick Yin energy spreading like a storm cloud. The air grew cold enough to bite.

Old King Lin’s face turned pale.

“My dear grandson, calm down! Zhang Tianshi is here to help you!”

“Another word,” the wandering soul said, eyes glowing red, voice chilling, “and I won’t mind killing you too.”

Zhang Tianshi immediately stepped forward, speaking quickly:

“Your Highness, please step back. The young master’s soul has devoured too many spirits—it’s been corrupted. If he loses control completely, he won’t recognize anyone.”

Old King Lin clenched his fists but retreated.

“…Then I entrust everything to you. But no matter what—do not harm my grandson.”

Zhang Tianshi nodded solemnly.

“I understand.”

And in the heavy, oppressive darkness—

man and spirit stood facing each other,

as the battle for one body—and one heart—was about to begin.