Chapter 470: A New Problem
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The scene before him instantly stunned Ye Zhiqiu. He first gazed at the two red flowers blooming on the sword's body, then shifted his attention to Yang Haoran.
"What's going on? " Ye Zhiqiu demanded, agitated.
Yang Haoran casually wiped sweat from his face and said indifferently, "These two red flowers are the demon's soul. I originally intended to condense her soul successfully before extracting it, as that would be safer. However, your Lifebound Demon Armament couldn't bear my Spirit Power any longer. To prevent damage to your Demon Armament, I extracted the demon's soul first."
"Don't worry about my Demon Armament! It doesn't matter if my Demon Armament shatters! What I want is to truly extract her soul! What is this supposed to be?"
Yang Haoran's brows furrowed tightly, a hint of displeasure appearing on his face.
"Do you think the demon's soul will be fine if your Demon Armament shatters? As a Demon Hunter, don't you know that? I suggest you calm down. If you keep acting like this, you can take your Demon Armament and get out. " Yang Haoran spoke indifferently. Though his emotions weren't agitated, his words were still quite cutting.
Upon hearing this, Ye Zhiqiu's agitated emotions immediately subsided considerably. At the same time, he realized that his current state was indeed very poor.
He knew that if the Demon Armament shattered, the soul within it would also suffer. However, due to his excessive agitation, he hadn't considered this issue at all.
"I apologize. My emotions were too intense just now. " Ye Zhiqiu took a deep breath, then apologized to Yang Haoran.
Yang Haoran glanced at Ye Zhiqiu, then once again turned his gaze to the two red flowers blooming on the sword's body.
"Although I didn't have time to condense her soul into a Spirit just now, thankfully I successfully extracted her soul from within the sword. The soul won't be slowly absorbed by your Demon Armament while it's out here, so we now have plenty of time."
Pausing, Yang Haoran continued, "I need to recover my Spirit Power. Don't casually touch your Demon Armament, and don't touch the demon's soul either."
As his words fell, Yang Haoran sat cross-legged on the sofa, fully absorbing the Soul Pill within his body that had not yet been completely assimilated.
Ye Zhiqiu was anxious, opening his mouth to say something, but in the end, nothing came out. He forcibly swallowed the words back down.
He worried that if he spoke another unnecessary word, he might genuinely enrage Yang Haoran. Right now, he still needed Yang Haoran's help; apart from him, he couldn't find anyone who could resolve this matter for him. Thus, he could only fret anxiously, daring not to speak again.
As Yang Haoran fully refined the Soul Pill, his Spirit Power rapidly recovered, and the pallor on his face gradually gave way to a healthy flush.
After about an hour, Yang Haoran's complexion finally returned to normal, becoming rosy, and his aura was no longer as weak as before. The Yin Qi emanating from within him also grew denser.
Although he hadn't yet recovered to his peak, and his physical injuries were still severe, compared to before, his current physical condition was quite good.
During that hour, Ye Zhiqiu didn't mobilize his Star Spirit Power to heal his injuries like Yang Haoran, because he wasn't in the mood at all. He occasionally glanced at Yang Haoran, who was meditating to recover, and then at the two red flowers above the Demon Armament, as anxious as an ant on a hot griddle.
Although he hadn't deliberately healed or recovered, his Star Spirit Power and his injuries had still recovered somewhat on their own, though the effect wasn't obvious.
Seeing Yang Haoran open his eyes, Ye Zhiqiu still couldn't suppress the anxiety in his heart and quickly asked, "How's your recovery?"
Yang Haoran nodded and said, "I've recovered some strength; it should be enough."
After speaking, Yang Haoran didn't waste any more words. He controlled his Spirit Power to wrap around the demon's soul, then employed the unique methods of the Underworld Office, intending to forcibly condense the demon's soul into a Spirit.
The Underworld Office was not the only organization that possessed methods for forcibly condensing souls; many individuals not affiliated with the Underworld Office also knew such techniques. However, their methods were not as professional as the Underworld Office's, and their overall effectiveness was inferior, that much was certain.
Ye Zhiqiu could also forcibly condense souls into Spirits. However, precisely because he wasn't as professional in this regard as Yang Haoran, an Underworld Official, he dared not act rashly, lest he cause any harm to the demon's soul.
Furthermore, forcibly condensing a soul into a Spirit was one thing; safely extracting a soul from within a Demon Armament was another. If one simply extracted it regardless of the soul's survival, that would be no big deal. But to extract it without harming the demon's soul—that was something not just anyone could achieve. Therefore, such matters still required the handling of a professional.
Under Yang Haoran's control, the demon's soul slowly merged. A moment later, the two red flowers gradually fused into one under the influence of Spirit Power. Although this single red flower still lacked a physical form, it looked much more realistic than before.
However, the stem of this red flower remained connected to the longsword below; it didn't change just because the two red flowers became one.
Yang Haoran withdrew his Spirit Power, then turned his gaze to Ye Zhiqiu.
"I have forcibly condensed the demon's soul into a Spirit, but now a new problem lies before us, which I must explain clearly to you," Yang Haoran said indifferently.
"What problem? Tell me," Ye Zhiqiu quickly asked.
"The demon's soul has now merged with your Lifebound Demon Armament. In this situation, forcibly separating the soul from within the Demon Armament isn't particularly difficult. However, separating it without harming the soul—that's highly challenging. With my current strength, it's almost impossible to succeed," Yang Haoran explained.
These words made Ye Zhiqiu's expression stiffen, and then a look of disappointment immediately appeared on his face.
"I usually don't like to do things without certainty, unless absolutely forced. Something with almost no chance of success, I'm even less inclined to do. Of course, if you insist on proceeding, I can help you, but you must prepare yourself for failure beforehand."
Yang Haoran paused for a few seconds after saying this, then added, "If you choose to insist on that, regardless of success or failure, as long as I make a move, I will charge a fee. Do you understand?"
Ye Zhiqiu's expression was hesitant. He wasn't bothered by the fee; what concerned him was whether he should insist on Yang Haoran taking action.
Yang Haoran's words were very clear: even if he made a move, the chances of success without harming the demon's soul were almost zero. While not entirely zero, it was close.
Once it failed, the demon would certainly undergo Soul Transformation. That was an outcome he could not accept.
He took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, and asked in a deep voice, "Do you have a better solution? " Moonlit Night God
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