Chapter 1288: Third Soul Armament (Part 1)
If Yang Haoran hadn't made that promise to Ma Ling beforehand, he definitely wouldn't have done something so harmful to the innocent, much less aimed to wipe them all out. But since he had given Ma Ling his word, he naturally wouldn't go back on it; that was his principle.
Ma Ling froze for a moment, then she came to her senses and nodded weakly.
“Thank you, Brother Yang. ”
Ma Ling didn't refuse, nor did she utter any pleasantries. She simply thanked Yang Haoran straightforwardly.
If it had been before, Ma Ling might not have agreed out of concern for Yang Haoran's safety, as she wouldn't have believed he possessed the ability to annihilate the entire Corpse Sect. But now, such thoughts had vanished completely. Tonight, nearly all of the Corpse Sect's middle and high-ranking members had gathered here, even the Door Master Shi Weihan himself, and without exception, they had all died a tragic death. Moreover, it hadn't taken much time from start to finish. Thus, she no longer doubted Yang Haoran's capabilities, nor did she worry about any dangers he might face in carrying out this task.
Besides, with nearly all of the Corpse Sect's middle and high-ranking members dead here, and even the Door Master not spared, how could the remaining small fry possibly be Yang Haoran's match?
Ma Ling's response clearly conveyed her stance on the matter. No more words were needed; Yang Haoran understood her thoughts, and thus he knew what he needed to do next.
“Your injuries are severe. We must find a quiet place for you to recuperate first. This place was originally quite tranquil, but unfortunately, it's no longer suitable for your healing. So, we must find another location. ”
Ma Ling didn't refuse upon hearing this; she simply nodded gently.
“I'll listen to you, Brother Yang. Whatever you say, I'll. . . ”
Before Ma Ling could finish her sentence, her eyes closed, and she fainted, her body limply collapsing to the ground. Seeing this, Yang Haoran quickly helped her up.
“Ma Ling, Ma Ling, Ma Ling. ”
Yang Haoran gently shook Ma Ling's body with controlled strength and called out a few times, but Ma Ling showed no reaction whatsoever.
Seeing Ma Ling completely unresponsive, Yang Haoran confirmed that she had indeed passed out. He stopped shaking her body, fearing that continued movement might cause her further harm, and he stopped calling her name, knowing that even if he shouted himself hoarse, Ma Ling wouldn't wake up.
“Her injuries are already severe, her emotions have been like a rollercoaster in a short span of time, and she's expended a great deal of physical energy. It would be strange if she hadn't fainted,” Yang Haoran said with a helpless expression, then took out a Dānyào from his independent space. This Dānyào was the very one he had previously offered Ma Ling, which she had refused at the time.
After taking out the Dānyào, Yang Haoran didn't hesitate in the slightest, nor did he show any sign of reluctance. He simply and directly fed this precious Dānyào to Ma Ling.
. . . . Given Yang Haoran's current status and position, even a random Dānyào he pulled from his independent space wouldn't be subpar, let alone one he considered precious—that would undoubtedly be a treasure hard to find in this world!
Although Yang Haoran knew Ma Ling had also taken a Dānyào earlier, he could confidently say that the one she took was simply incomparable to his. He was well aware of how precious his Dānyào was and how remarkably effective its medicinal properties were.
He had observed how little Ma Ling's physical condition had improved from the time she took her Dānyào until now, her current unconscious state. That minuscule improvement was virtually negligible to him. It was through this that he had judged the quality of the Dānyào Ma Ling had taken herself, and it was also through this that he confirmed her Dānyào was far inferior to the one he had just given her.
“Yang Haoran, I know she's severely injured; that's easy to see. And I can also understand and imagine her emotions being like a rollercoaster in such a short time. But you said she expended a great deal of physical energy, and that's what I don't quite grasp. ”
No sooner had Yang Haoran fed Ma Ling the Dānyào than Zhong Siyu couldn't help but ask him this question.
Yang Haoran looked at Zhong Siyu. Seeing her serious expression, completely devoid of any jest, he smiled faintly and began to explain.
“Killing someone utterly defenseless indeed doesn't consume much energy; a single slash solves the problem, as simple as swatting a mosquito. Why would that consume any energy? ”
As he spoke, Yang Haoran shifted his gaze to Fu Yan's gruesome corpse, then continued.
”But if one were to treat a living person like ingredients, breaking bones and carving flesh, tormenting them into this wretched state, do you think that takes energy? You're an old hand at this sort of thing; I'm sure you understand it far better than I do. ”
Upon hearing Yang Haoran's words, Zhong Siyu finally realized.
“Haha, so that's what it was. For me, tearing a living person is as simple as tearing a piece of thin paper; it doesn't take much energy. But in the state she was in just now, for her to turn a living person into such a magnificent work of art, it truly would have required a tremendous amount of physical energy. I didn't feel anything for her before, but now I quite like this little girl, hahahaha! ”
Zhong Siyu burst into laughter, not feeling in the slightest how cruel her words were. Yang Haoran smiled helplessly, then replied.
“You look like an innocent, naive young girl on the outside, but she looks much more mature than you. Calling her ‘little girl’ sounds awkward no matter how I hear it. Alright, first help me look after her for a bit. I'm going to clear the battlefield, and then we'll leave here immediately. ”
Yang Haoran's words, of course, displeased Zhong Siyu immensely. However, after he dropped that remark, he vanished from the spot, giving her no chance to retort. She clenched her fists in anger, her expression looking as if she wished to swallow Yang Haoran whole!
Clearing battlefields was something Yang Haoran hadn't done in a long time, as such tasks typically didn't require his personal involvement. But the situation was different now; he had no subordinates with him this time, so he could only do everything himself.
....As for why he didn't ask Zhong Siyu to help clear the battlefield, Zhong Siyu was like an ancestor in his eyes; he wouldn't dare provoke her in the slightest. Letting Zhong Siyu help clear the battlefield was a risk he simply wasn't willing to take.
As for asking Ma Ling to help, that was even more unrealistic. Ma Ling had passed out, and it was unclear when she would awaken. He certainly couldn't use some special method to forcibly wake her up and then make her help clear the battlefield.
Yang Haoran couldn't bring himself to do something like that. Besides, he wasn't so delicate that he couldn't be bothered to lift a finger. When subordinates were present, he was naturally content to relax, but when they weren't, he was perfectly capable of acting himself.
Since many people from both the Corpse Sect and the Underworld Office had come tonight, there was no need to mention the Underworld Office's side—apart from the goat-bearded man, none of the other Night Watchers had the ability to open an independent space. The Corpse Sect, however, was different; those who came were all middle and high-ranking figures, and without exception, they all possessed their own independent spaces. And it just so happened that some of their independent spaces had been forcefully burst open.
Although Yang Haoran might not find immediate use for the Corpse Sect's items, not needing them now didn't mean he wouldn't need them in the future. Moreover, even if he never used them, it didn't mean these items were without value, so Yang Haoran didn't want to waste them.
Furthermore, it went without saying that Shi Weihan's three Gold Corpses were treasures refined with immense effort and resources. Even if Yang Haoran never used such treasures in his entire life, he would absolutely never abandon them in the wilderness. In any case, with his current strength, his independent space had long since expanded to an exaggerated degree; even if he stored all the spoils of war within it, it would certainly not cause any burden. Naturally, he didn't want to waste these spoils.
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