Chapter 1128: Borrowing a Corpse for Reanimation
"Heh heh, I've never had a penchant for abusing corpses, and this time will naturally be no exception. However, to avoid some unnecessary trouble, I still need to use this corpse of yours to put on a show. My apologies, Master Yi Xuan."
Yang Haoran watched Yi Xuan's corpse before him, speaking with a faint smile. As his words fell, he immediately took out a Soul-Gathering Bead.
Within the Soul-Gathering Bead, Soul Threads swam. Yang Haoran looked at these Soul Threads, then casually drew one out.
The moment the Soul Thread was released, it immediately transformed into a head-sized ball of white mist, and without the slightest pause, shot rapidly into the distance.
Yang Haoran maintained his smiling expression, making no visible movement. A black chain materialized out of thin air, piercing directly through the ball of white mist.
A shrill scream emanated from the white mist, which then violently churned, transforming into a Spirit Body.
This was a young man who didn't look particularly old. At this moment, his chest was pierced by the chain, and he was screaming in agony, struggling fiercely, seemingly desperate to break free from the chain's restraint and regain his soul's liberty. However, his struggles were futile; the more he struggled, the more painful it became, and his screams grew louder.
"Heh heh, trying to escape right in front of me? Buddy, that's a bit disrespectful."
Seeing this, Yang Haoran shook his head helplessly, then continued to speak.
"If you could truly escape right under my nose, then I, this Underworld Official, would indeed be quite useless. But if you won't heed my advice, then go ahead and keep struggling if you wish."
The young man's heart was already filled with terror. Upon hearing Yang Haoran's words, his fear naturally intensified even further.
"Master Yang, please, I beg you, let me go! It was our Door Master who opposed your Underworld Office, it had nothing to do with me. Please, show mercy and let me go!"
The young man pleaded loudly, his voice filled with fear and unease, even tinged with a sob. This clearly showed the depth of his terror at that moment.
This young man, in life, was a Corpse Refiner from the Corpse Driving Sect in Gu Mo City. Although not old, he had many lives on his hands, and almost all of those he killed were ordinary people. This was because his strength wasn't formidable; he wasn't guaranteed to defeat non-ordinary individuals and might even lose his own life. However, dealing with ordinary people posed no problem for him. Attacking ordinary people not only gave him a certain sense of superiority and satisfaction but also allowed him to obtain more suitable corpses. After all, he was a Corpse Refiner, and various corpses held considerable allure for him.
The reason his soul ended up in Yang Haoran's hands was because he had been eliminated by one of Yang Haoran's Night Watchers a few days prior, and that Night Watcher had handed over all collected souls to Yang Haoran. Hence, his soul came into Yang Haoran's possession.
Although the young man was pleading for mercy, his struggles did not cease. He knew very well that begging might not work, so he couldn't give up struggling. Though he also knew that even if he did manage to break free from the chain's restraint, he would absolutely not be able to escape from Yang Haoran's grasp. Yet, a powerful instinct for survival still made him subconsciously choose to struggle.
Yang Haoran paid no attention to the young man, nor was he worried that the young man could break free from his chain. It wasn't that he underestimated the young man, but rather that it was simply the truth. This young man's soul was only slightly stronger than that of an ordinary person; it was still a long way from reaching the Evil Spirit realm. How could such a soul possibly escape from his grasp, unless he intentionally held back?
As if he hadn't heard the young man's pleas, Yang Haoran wiped the smile from his face, then slowly closed his eyes, his hands quickly forming a seal.
After a few breaths, his eyes snapped open, and he pointed into the air at the young man's soul!
Snap! ! !
The chain piercing the young man's chest suddenly shattered, transforming into wisps of Yin Qi that dispersed. However, the young man's soul did not regain its freedom; instead, it was forcefully pulled and sent into Yi Xuan's corpse.
As the young man's soul was forcibly driven into Yi Xuan's corpse, Yi Xuan's body, which hadn't yet gone completely cold but was previously motionless, now twitched. Following that, it began to struggle violently.
After a fierce struggle, the headless corpse stood up from the ground, then tried to escape. However, Yang Haoran intervened once more. With a faint smile, an invisible force suppressed the headless corpse attempting to flee. No matter how much force the corpse exerted, it could only manage a slight tremor, unable to take even half a step.
"Heh heh, good things aren't rushed. Haste, you know, spoils the hot tofu."
Yang Haoran spoke with a smile, then bent down to pick up Yi Xuan's bloody head from the ground. He gently patted off the dust, and finally, with both hands, carefully placed the head back onto the neatly severed neck.
As the head was returned to its place, a burst of Yin Qi suddenly emerged from the severed neck. The Yin Qi violently churned and boiled, and Yi Xuan's neck wound slowly healed. In just a few breaths, the wound completely vanished. Aside from his neck being stained with blood, he looked no different from a normal person.
Yi Xuan's stiff facial expression softened at that moment, and his wide eyes no longer appeared as lifeless as before.
In the blink of an eye, terror appeared on Yi Xuan's face, and his eyes became frantic.
"Master Yang, please, I beg you, let me go! Please let me go!"
Yi Xuan's pleas rang out. Although the voice was indeed Yi Xuan's, the Yi Xuan of this moment was no longer Yi Xuan, but the young man from before.
This situation occurred because Yang Haoran had fused the young man's soul into Yi Xuan's corpse, allowing the deceased Yi Xuan to "come back to life."
The Ghost Art Yang Haoran had just performed with his hand seal was named Borrowing a Corpse for Reanimation. This was not some extraordinary Ghost Art, but a very ordinary and common one that almost every Underworld Official knew. It was precisely because he used this Ghost Art, Borrowing a Corpse for Reanimation, that Yi Xuan was revived.
More accurately, it wasn't Yi Xuan who was revived, but the young man, for the one now controlling Yi Xuan's body was no longer Yi Xuan, but the young man.
Watching the continually pleading young man, Yang Haoran's expression remained unchanged, still wearing his usual kind smile.
"Heh heh, by rights, your ultimate fate should be the utter dissipation of your soul. However, I'm prepared to give you one chance. In a moment, I will undo the seal on you and remove the restraining barrier here. I'll even temporarily bestow some power upon you. Then, you can use every ounce of strength you possess to run as far as you can. Flee to wherever you think is safe. If you manage to escape, I will not only spare you but also give you this body you currently possess. How about it?"
Yang Haoran, his face full of kind smiles, spoke to the young man with a laugh. Upon hearing Yang Haoran's words, the young man, like a drowning man who had suddenly found a lifeline, wouldn't refuse and quickly agreed.
"Thank you, Master Yang! Thank you, Master Yang! Thank you, Master Yang. . ."
Yang Haoran wasted no more words. He transformed the Spirit Power Seed within him; the Yin Qi emanating from his body vanished, and the two masses of Yin Qi nurturing his Soul Armaments also dissipated at that moment. A formidable stream of Talisman Spirit Power radiated from him.
The scene before him startled the young man. He had never imagined that Yang Haoran was also a Talisman Master. Just as he was shocked by this, Yang Haoran waved a hand towards him, and a surge of Talisman Spirit Power suddenly enveloped his body.
The young man could feel a sudden surge of powerful Talisman Spirit Power within him, and his own body also began to emanate a powerful Talisman Spirit Power.
Of course, this so-called "powerful" was only from his perspective. To Yang Haoran, this Talisman Spirit Power was not strong. Even for Yi Xuan, this Talisman Spirit Power would not be considered strong. But this was precisely the outcome Yang Haoran desired, because Talisman Spirit Power of this intensity, when manifested on Yi Xuan's body, would create the illusion that Yi Xuan was severely injured, which was why the Talisman Spirit Power he unleashed could only reach this level.
"Heh heh, go on. Run as far as you can, as fast as you can. Your life is in your own hands."
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