Chapter 1291: Third Soul Armament (Part 4)
The appearance of the Death God Pendant made Yang Haoran understand what was truly happening, prompting him to sigh inwardly that he was still not careful or cautious enough.
Yang Haoran didn't need to ponder who the owner of this Death God Pendant was; he knew it must have belonged to the goat-bearded man he had slain. It wasn't strange at all for the goat-bearded man, an Emissary of Death under Ulan, to possess a Death God Pendant capable of contacting Ulan. Conversely, the Night Watchers under the goat-bearded man would certainly not have such qualifications. If any of them had a Death God Pendant that could contact Ulan, that person wouldn't simply be serving as a Night Watcher under the goat-bearded man.
Yang Haoran hadn't guessed wrong. The Death God Pendant floating in front of Ulan was indeed from the goat-bearded man, the very one he had clutched tightly in his hand before his death.
Although the goat-bearded man's strength and intellect were both quite ordinary, he had a slight connection to Ulan. It was precisely because of this connection that he was able to secure the position of Emissary of Death, in charge of the Corpse Ancestor City Underworld Office.
The shattered Death God Pendant before them was the one Ulan had bestowed upon the goat-bearded man when he first became an Emissary of Death. Because the goat-bearded man's power was still too weak, his command over the Corpse Ancestor City Underworld Office was somewhat strained. After all, Corpse Ancestor City was the largest city under the Corpse-Controlling Gate, and it bordered their main headquarters, Corpse Ancestor Mountain. If any thorny issues involving the Corpse-Controlling Gate arose, the goat-bearded man's strength would certainly be insufficient to resolve them. That was why Ulan had granted him a Death God Pendant; whenever the goat-bearded man encountered an unsolvable problem or his life was threatened, he could crush this Death God Pendant, and Ulan would personally rush to handle the situation.
Because this Death God Pendant was forged from special materials, it could be easily crushed with just a small infusion of Spirit Power. However, without first infusing it with Spirit Power, crushing it would be extremely difficult. Furthermore, due to its unique composition, it was nearly impervious to damage from fire or other types of attacks. This was why the shattered Death God Pendant had not turned to ash, even when engulfed by the fierce flames of the fire talisman.
"Originally, I only came to see what kind of trouble was worth him using this Death God Pendant I bestowed upon him," Ulan mused. "Now it seems the trouble he faced was indeed considerable, otherwise, he wouldn't have lost his life here. However, that good-for-nothing clearly crushed this Death God Pendant too late. If he had crushed it sooner, he'd surely still be alive and well right now."
Ulan's words seemed like a monologue, yet also as if she were speaking to Yang Haoran. Her tone was unhurried and exceptionally calm, but her words revealed a powerful self-assurance, an absolute confidence in her own strength.
Although this was merely her unilateral belief, it was enough to reveal the extent of her confidence in her own strength.
Yang Haoran's expression remained unchanged, as if he hadn't heard Ulan's words. Ulan paused slightly, then continued speaking.
"It's one thing to be inferior in skill," Ulan said faintly, "but the crucial point is that his brain wasn't any good either. His death is no one's fault but his own."
Ulan spoke blandly, her tone devoid of any sorrow or even a hint of anger. This revealed that while the goat-bearded man had some connection to her, she harbored no deep affection for him, and indeed, held him in little regard.
After these words fell, Ulan gently waved her hand at the Death God Pendant floating before her. The shattered pendant flew away like trash, utterly devoid of value, and at that moment, Ulan redirected her gaze to Yang Haoran.
Zhong Siyu, standing at the cave entrance, had kept her eyes fixed on Ulan from the moment of her appearance. As for the subordinate man behind Ulan, she didn't even spare him a glance.
Although Zhong Siyu didn't recognize Ulan, and Ulan hadn't unleashed her full power at this moment—only faint power fluctuations emanated from her, just like from Yang Haoran—her intuition told Zhong Siyu that Ulan was definitely a formidable expert. That was why her gaze remained locked on Ulan.
However, no fear arose in Zhong Siyu's heart towards Ulan; only excitement. In her view, only such a powerhouse could truly satisfy her craving for a good fight.
Moreover, for a powerhouse from the Underworld Office like Ulan, both her Spirit Power and her soul would be excellent nourishment, far beyond what an ordinary Emissary of Death could provide. If successfully devoured, it would undoubtedly lead to a significant boost in her strength. It was precisely for this reason that such an Underworld Office powerhouse held an absolute allure for her.
Seeing Yang Haoran and Ulan currently in a standoff, she desperately wanted to join the fray. Yet, the thought of Yang Haoran leaving just moments ago without her even getting a word in filled her with indignation, so she forcefully suppressed her urge to step forward and remained rooted to her spot.
"Hmph, I'll only talk when you beg me," Zhong Siyu thought to herself. "Since you told me to keep an eye on Ma Ling, I'll stay here and take good care of her. As for this woman who's arrived, you can handle her yourself. It just so happens I also want to see the extent of your current strength."
With these thoughts, Zhong Siyu simply waved her hand, causing a rock to roll beside Ma Ling. She then plopped down onto it, crossing her legs in an posture of someone settling in to watch a good show.
However, from the slightly anxious expression on her face and her feet restlessly shifting back and forth, it was clear that her heart was actually quite agitated. She truly still longed to join the excitement, but she had been forcing herself not to. While she had indeed managed to restrain herself for now, how long she could maintain that restraint was probably something even she didn't know.
"I'm quite curious what exactly happened here, but I don't think you'll willingly tell me, do you?"
Ulan looked at Yang Haoran and asked coolly.
"Heh heh, I'm willing to tell you," Yang Haoran responded with a faint smile, "but I'm afraid you won't be willing to believe it."
As Yang Haoran responded with a faint smile, Ulan's brow furrowed slightly upon hearing his words, and then she spoke.
"Tell me," she said. "Whether I believe it or not depends on the credibility of your words."
Yang Haoran shrugged at her words, then began to speak.
"It's quite simple. The Corpse Ancestor City Underworld Office and the Corpse-Controlling Gate got into a fight, and as a result, this place ended up like this. I found the ground full of corpses rather unsightly, and I didn't want to see them exposed in the wilderness, so I decided to gather their bodies and burn them, so they could return to their roots."
Yang Haoran explained with a faint smile, while Ulan's eyebrow subtly twitched upon hearing his words.
"Oh? Then I suppose I truly must thank you for your kindness."
Yang Haoran didn't blush, immediately responding with a smile.
"You're welcome. It was merely a small effort."
From Ulan's expression, it wasn't hard to tell that she didn't believe a word of Yang Haoran's nonsense. However, she didn't immediately expose him, instead directing her gaze towards Zhong Siyu, who, despite crossing her legs, appeared somewhat restless at the cave entrance.
"Then what about this Ghost King?"
Although Ulan had kept most of her attention on Yang Haoran from the very beginning, this didn't mean she hadn't noticed Zhong Siyu's presence.
On the contrary, not only did she notice Zhong Siyu, but she also recognized her as a Ghost King at first glance.
Spirits below the Ghost King rank, no matter how powerful, would not possess a physical body, yet Zhong Siyu clearly did—a fact Ulan discerned instantly. Furthermore, Zhong Siyu emanated a chilling Ghost Qi, and the power she released was unique to spiritual entities. Thus, Ulan easily determined Zhong Siyu's identity as a Ghost King. She had also sensed the faint Spirit Power emanating from Yang Haoran, but she had merely refrained from bringing up his identity for the time being.
"Her? Heh heh, she's a Ghost Official from our Underworld."
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