Chapter 641: I'm Convinced
As the old woman's voice rang out, her entire being, enveloped in a layer of Yin Qi, fled towards the supermarket entrance. Several powerful Resentful Spirits, under her control, shielded her retreat.
"Trying to escape? It's not that easy."
A smile reappeared on Yang Haoran's face, but compared to before, this smile held a touch more coldness and cruelty.
Since he had come out this time, he naturally had to reap enough benefits. If he let the old woman escape just like that, especially with her Resentful Spirits, he would consider it a significant loss.
Therefore, he couldn't just stand by and watch the old woman get away.
Chains coalesced from Spirit Power appeared before the old woman. The chains crisscrossed, forming a wall of shackles, blocking the old woman's escape route.
Simultaneously, Yang Haoran launched an attack on the retreating Resentful Spirits. Under the fierce onslaught of the chains, several Resentful Spirits were successively bound by the chains, thrashing wildly on the ground, their mouths emitting savage roars.
Even subdued, these Resentful Spirits remained incredibly fierce, showing no trace of fear. This was something no other ghostly entity could achieve.
Coupled with the significant damage inflicted on these Resentful Spirits by the woman's Saintly Art, 'Holy Light Illumination,' which severely weakened them compared to before, it was why Yang Haoran was able to subdue all the Resentful Spirits in mere moments.
The old woman was attacking the shackle wall before her. Upon seeing Yang Haoran subdue the several Resentful Spirits she had cultivated in such a short time, her face instantly changed. A look of panic also appeared in her cloudy eyes.
The old woman knew in her heart that if she fell into Yang Haoran's hands, she would surely be doomed. Thus, she accelerated her attack speed, hoping to break through the wall of chains before Yang Haoran could make a move on her.
The instinct for survival made her unwilling to give up, but she also knew deep down that this time she might be beyond escape. What she hadn't expected, however, was that the situation would take an unexpected turn.
"Emissary Yang, please let her go. " The one who suddenly spoke was none other than the woman from the Holy Mother Cult.
Yang Haoran had been about to make his move on the old woman, aiming to subdue her as quickly as possible. Upon hearing the woman's words, his expression instantly froze, then he looked at the woman with a face full of confusion.
"What did you just say? " Yang Haoran asked, his expression puzzled.
"I said, let her go. " The woman replied.
Yang Haoran had initially thought he misheard. Now, receiving the woman's affirmative reply, the confusion on his face vanished, replaced by an expression of utter disbelief.
"Let her go? Are you serious? Let her go out and continue killing people? " Yang Haoran asked, his face incredulous.
"Our Holy Mother once said that all mistakes can be forgiven. To forgive others is to forgive oneself—this is the doctrine of our Holy Mother Cult. Furthermore, if you release her, she might not necessarily continue to kill. Why can't you give her a chance to repent and reform? She's already so old; she doesn't have many days left to live. Emissary Yang, why be so absolutely ruthless?"
The woman's words left Yang Haoran utterly dumbfounded. He had never dreamed that the woman would utter such a speech.
However, in this brief delay, the old woman successfully broke through the shackle wall formed by the chains, a triumphant, eerie laugh escaping her lips, and enveloped in Yin Qi, she successfully fled the supermarket.
By the time Yang Haoran reacted, it was already too late. He had originally intended to give chase, but the woman's subsequent actions made him abandon the idea of pursuing the old woman.
"These Resentful Spirits are truly pitiable. I shall use Holy Light to purify them, allowing them to completely escape their sea of suffering."
The woman spoke faintly, then formed hand seals and chanted an incantation; it seemed she was about to cast another Saintly Art.
Yang Haoran's expression instantly changed upon seeing this. It was bad enough that the old woman had escaped, but if these few Resentful Spirits were also purified by the woman's Saintly Art, then he would suffer a massive loss. These Resentful Spirits were all materials he used to refine Soul Pills. He certainly couldn't just stand by and watch the woman destroy these Resentful Spirits!
In his desperation, how could he still care about the old woman who had fled? With a sweeping motion of his hand, an empty Soul-Gathering Bead appeared above each of the Resentful Spirits' heads. Under his activation, the Resentful Spirits were successively drawn into the Soul-Gathering Beads.
To prevent the woman from ruining his good fortune, he didn't hesitate in the slightest. The instant the Resentful Spirits were drawn into the Soul-Gathering Beads, he immediately waved his hand again. A gust of Yin wind swept up, the Yin Qi carrying the several Soul-Gathering Beads towards him.
The woman's expression changed. She stopped forming hand seals, wanting to intervene and stop Yang Haoran. But her speed was ultimately half a beat slower than Yang Haoran's. By the time she intended to act, Yang Haoran had already stored the several Soul-Gathering Beads in his independent space.
"Emissary Yang, these Resentful Spirits are already pitiful enough. Why must you continue to torment them? Let me purify them with Holy Light and help them escape their sea of suffering here. What's wrong with that? " The woman looked at Yang Haoran, her brows slightly furrowed, and asked.
"Who said I was going to torment them? Besides, for these kinds of Resentful Spirits, our Underworld Office also has ways to help them escape their sea of suffering, so you don't need to worry about it. Furthermore, that old woman was clearly doomed just now, but thanks to your interference, she's vanished without a trace. Even if I wanted to pursue her, I wouldn't know where to start. " Yang Haoran said in a low voice.
The woman gently shook her head, refuting Yang Haoran's statement.
"Emissary Yang, you carry too much malevolence. Everyone makes mistakes. Why cling to others' errors? It is best to forgive when possible; give others a chance, and give yourself a chance too."
The woman's words gave Yang Haoran an immense headache. Although he had known about the Holy Mother Cult sect in the past, he had never actually interacted with its members, and thus knew little about their ways.
Today, however, he had truly gotten an eyeful.
Yang Haoran stared at the woman for several seconds, then finally gave her a thumbs-up.
"Indeed, fame pales in comparison to meeting in person. I am genuinely impressed. There are still other ghostly entities in the city, so I won't waste any more time here. May we meet again if fate allows."
With those words, Yang Haoran immediately left the supermarket. Before leaving, he dialed the emergency number, arranging for the hospital to take away the injured supermarket staff.
The woman watched Yang Haoran's retreating back, her brows tightly furrowed. However, she did not stop him, nor did she say anything further.
She knew that Yang Haoran's words were merely sarcasm. Yang Haoran wasn't genuinely impressed; he was mocking her. But she had no proof, so she couldn't say much.
What Yang Haoran had just said was indeed sarcastic, but due to various other factors, there were some things he couldn't explicitly state. Doing so would not benefit him. Thus, he could only express his displeasure in this manner.
The Holy Mother Cult wielded considerable influence in the New Beginning Realm, and possessed significant power in Lecheng as well. Their disciples were not few in number. In these chaotic times, having more friends meant more chances of survival. If their values differed and they couldn't become friends, it was still best not to become enemies. That would not be beneficial to him.
It was precisely due to these considerations that Yang Haoran quickly departed, unwilling to remain with the woman. He feared that if he stayed any longer, some of the things the woman said would give him an even worse headache.
After leaving the supermarket, Yang Haoran immediately rushed to the next location where Yin Qi had erupted. The Yin Qi he sensed there wasn't as potent as the Yin Qi unleashed by the Resentful Spirits earlier, but any ghostly entity daring to appear and commit atrocities in broad daylight was naturally no ordinary ghost; at the very least, they were Evil Spirit-level entities.
Lecheng's chaos did not calm down just because Yang Haoran dealt with the Resentful Spirits. On the contrary, the turmoil intensified, and casualties mounted.
Facing this chaotic situation, the Administrative Council even deployed the army, choosing to suppress the unrest through more violent means.
As for Lecheng's chaos, Yang Haoran did not intervene. As he had stated, it was not within his scope of work.
Moreover, even if he wanted to get involved, he didn't have the capability to manage it. He merely wanted to do his own job well, and while striving to survive in these chaotic times as best he could, he would seize this opportunity to rapidly enhance his strength.
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