Chapter 1217: Come On!
When Yang Haoran opened the forbidden barrier of the torture chamber, he had expected to hear Wan Wu Yi's agonizing screams, knowing full well the immense pain the methods applied to Wan Wu Yi's spirit body would inflict.
To his surprise, however, after the forbidden barrier opened, he heard neither Wan Wu Yi's heart-rending screams nor stifled moans of pain. The entire torture chamber was utterly silent.
Had this happened to someone with a physical body, Yang Haoran would have found it easy to understand, as the person might have succumbed to the pain and passed out, thus rendering the torture chamber quiet.
However, Wan Wu Yi no longer possessed a physical body; as a mere soul, he could not simply pass out. Only when a spirit body suffered severe trauma might a soul fall into a deep slumber.
Yet, the methods employed on Wan Wu Yi were Yang Haoran's own doing, and as such, Yang Haoran knew perfectly well that these methods were designed solely to torment Wan Wu Yi, to make him endure indescribable agony, and absolutely not to force his soul into slumber. Yang Haoran was certain of this, and it was precisely because of this certainty that he felt perplexed.
However, when Yang Haoran arrived at the location of Wan Wu Yi's soul and witnessed his current state, he finally understood what was happening!
Wan Wu Yi's soul was still tightly bound by chains forged from Spirit Power, firmly suspended in the air. Yet, his soul had not fallen into slumber; just as Yang Haoran had surmised, Wan Wu Yi's soul was perfectly conscious.
As for why Wan Wu Yi had not let out a single piercing shriek, or even a muffled grunt of pain, it was because he had forcibly endured it.
Just as when Yang Haoran had left, these ants were diligently tearing at Wan Wu Yi's spirit body, not a single one of them slacking.
Logically, under such circumstances, Wan Wu Yi should have been in unimaginable agony, yet he had stubbornly persevered.
When Yang Haoran had left, he could still hear Wan Wu Yi's low, suppressed sounds of pain. But now, Wan Wu Yi emitted not even the slightest whimper, which utterly astonished him.
"Heh, it seems I underestimated you," Yang Haoran said with a faint smile, looking at Wan Wu Yi's soul. "I thought that as time passed, the pain inflicted upon your spirit body would amplify infinitely, and you surely wouldn't be able to endure such torment. But unexpectedly, the outcome is quite the opposite of what I imagined."
Although his smile at this moment seemed indifferent, in truth, Yang Haoran was quite astonished by Wan Wu Yi's endurance.
The methods used to torment Wan Wu Yi had been personally employed by Yang Haoran. As the caster, he naturally understood better than anyone how agonizing this technique was, yet Wan Wu Yi had managed to forcefully endure it with sheer willpower, and for a considerably long time at that. This truly astonished him.
Nonetheless, despite his inner shock at Wan Wu Yi's endurance and willpower, Yang Haoran's face betrayed not a single hint of it.
"Heh. . . heh heh. . . heh heh heh heh. . . " Wan Wu Yi chuckled. "Yang Haoran, what other tricks do you have? Go on, use them all! See if your grandpa will ever bow to you!"
Wan Wu Yi laughed, but enduring the torment on his spirit body made his smile appear extremely unnatural, almost grotesque.
Yet, his words were exceedingly tough, not only showing no intention of submitting to Yang Haoran but also spewing insults, his speech brimming with provocation.
"Heh, all you're doing is making things difficult for yourself," Yang Haoran said with a faint smile. "In the end, only you will suffer, not I."
"Heh. . . heh heh. . . I've already been reduced to this state. Do you think I still worry about suffering losses? What else do I have to be afraid of? " Wan Wu Yi retorted, his face twisted in a sneer.
"Though you no longer have a physical body, at least your soul remains," Yang Haoran said with a smile. "As long as your soul exists, nothing is truly over. You still have a chance to turn things around, don't you?"
Upon hearing Yang Haoran's words, Wan Wu Yi's gaze filled with unconcealed disdain.
"Yang Haoran, aren't you underestimating me, Wan Wu Yi, too much? Heh, I understand what you're trying to say. But this bullshit of yours is only good for coaxing little children. Trying that trick on me, Wan Wu Yi? You're far too green. When this old man was pulling stunts like that, you were still playing with mud on the rice paddies, don't you know that? !"
Not a hint of anger appeared on Yang Haoran's face. From his demeanor, he seemed utterly unbothered by Wan Wu Yi's provocations.
"Heh, to be honest, I truly do have a bit of admiration for you now. But business is business, and what I need to do, I will still do; it won't change for any other reason. " Yang Haoran said with a faint smile, his tone calm, his words slow.
"Heh, Yang Haoran," Wan Wu Yi sneered, "you kept my soul, trapped it here, and devised ways to torment me, all just to pry open my mouth. Don't you Undertakers all have Ghost Eyes? Why don't you open your Ghost Eye and see what I did in life? Wouldn't everything be clear then?"
Wan Wu Yi was no stranger to Ghost Arts like the Undertakers' Ghost Eye. Though not an Undertaker himself, he knew what abilities the Ghost Eye possessed. Precisely because he understood its capabilities, he also knew that the Ghost Eye was not omnipotent; some information it simply couldn't uncover.
Therefore, he was well aware of why Yang Haoran had kept his soul: it was certainly because the information gained through the Ghost Eye hadn't reached the ideal level Yang Haoran sought, which was why Yang Haoran wanted to pry open his mouth and extract more valuable intelligence.
Since he understood this perfectly, speaking such words now had only one purpose for Wan Wu Yi: to provoke Yang Haoran, thereby venting the hatred festering within him.
After all, in his current predicament, he had no other way to release his frustration and find some semblance of comfort than through such means.
"Heh, Wan Wu Yi," Yang Haoran said, "I believe you're well aware of what an Undertaker's Ghost Eye can do. And I'm sure, with your intelligence, you also understand why I've kept your soul. If you cooperate, I can spare you some suffering. If you don't, then don't blame me for being ruthless with my methods."
Yang Haoran's threat, far from instilling any fear in Wan Wu Yi, only made him burst into hearty laughter.
"Haha. . . Hahahaha! " Wan Wu Yi roared. "You little bastard! I just told you, whatever tricks you have, just use them! Don't be so wishy-washy with this old man! The people I've tormented in my life are countless—whether old, weak, sick, disabled, children, or pregnant women, I've never shown a shred of mercy! All of them combined are more than the meals you've eaten, you little bastard! There isn't a cruel method this old man hasn't used! Your pathetic little tricks aren't even worth a fart in front of me!"
As Wan Wu Yi spoke these words, his expression was utterly grotesque. Both his tone of voice and his eyes conveyed a pathological madness.
Yang Haoran remained silent, merely smiling as he watched the grotesque Wan Wu Yi. Yet, the smile on his face was a shade deeper than before.
Seeing Yang Haoran's silence, Wan Wu Yi laughed even louder. He had been arrogant enough before, but now, he was considerably more so.
"Hahahaha, Yang Haoran, you little bastard, just bring it on! Use all those childish 'playing house' tricks you know on your grandpa! Come on! Come on! ! !"
Wan Wu Yi started with a hearty, grotesque laugh, but as he uttered the last of his words, the sneering smile vanished from his face, replaced by towering rage, as he roared, his features twisted, at Yang Haoran.
"Heh, alright. I accept."
Yang Haoran said with a faint smile, his reply remarkably crisp. His straightforwardness, in turn, caused Wan Wu Yi to momentarily freeze.
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