Realm of the Night God

The scene before Ye Zhiqiu left him stunned. He first looked at the two Scarlet Flowers growing on the sword blade, then turned his gaze to Yang Haoran.

"What's going on?" Ye Zhiqiu asked Yang Haoran anxiously.

Yang Haoran casually wiped the sweat off his face and said calmly, "These two Scarlet Flowers are the soul of the demonic woman. I originally wanted to successfully condense her soul and then extract it, as that would be safer. But your life-bound demonic weapon could no longer withstand my Yin spiritual power, so I first extracted the demonic woman's soul to prevent any damage to your demonic weapon."

"Don't worry about my demonic weapon! Even if it shatters, it doesn't matter! I want you to truly extract her soul!" Ye Zhiqiu exclaimed.

Yang Haoran's brow furrowed, and a hint of displeasure appeared on his face.

"Do you think that if the demonic weapon shatters, the demonic woman's soul will be fine? Don't you know that as a demon hunter? I'm asking you to calm down. If you continue like this, take your demonic weapon and get out of here," Yang Haoran said calmly, but his words were still quite impactful.

Hearing this, Ye Zhiqiu's excited emotions immediately subsided, and he realized that his current state was indeed very poor.

He knew that if the demonic weapon shatters, the soul within it would also be affected. But due to his overwhelming emotions, he had completely overlooked this problem.

Yang Haoran's reminder made him calm down, as he could sense Yang Haoran's displeasure.

Yang Haoran glanced at Ye Zhiqiu, then turned his gaze back to the two Scarlet Flowers growing on the sword blade. My Virtual Library Empire (M|V|LE1MPYR) thanks you for reading at the source.

"Although I didn't have time to condense her soul into a spirit just now, at least I successfully extracted her soul from the sword blade. Since the soul is now outside, it won't be gradually absorbed by your demonic weapon, so we have plenty of time," Yang Haoran said.

After a brief pause, he continued, "I need to restore my Yin spiritual power. Don't touch your demonic weapon or the demonic woman's soul randomly."

With that, Yang Haoran sat down cross-legged on the sofa and began to fully absorb the remaining soul pill.

Ye Zhiqiu was anxious, wanting to say something, but ultimately held his tongue. He was worried that if he kept talking, he might truly anger Yang Haoran. Now, he still needed Yang Haoran's help, and he couldn't find anyone else who could resolve this matter for him, so he could only anxiously wait.

As Yang Haoran focused on refining the soul pill, his Yin spiritual power quickly recovered, and his pale complexion gradually regained its color.

After about an hour, Yang Haoran's face had fully recovered, and the Yin Qi emanating from his body had become more potent. Although he still hadn't fully recovered from his injuries, his physical condition was much better than before.

During this one-hour period, Ye Zhiqiu didn't try to activate his star spiritual power to heal himself, as he didn't have the mood for it. He occasionally glanced at the meditating Yang Haoran and the two Scarlet Flowers on the demonic weapon, anxious like an ant on a hot pan.

Although he didn't deliberately focus on healing, his star spiritual power and injuries had still recovered to some extent, just not very noticeably.

Seeing that Yang Haoran had opened his eyes, Ye Zhiqiu couldn't hold back his impatience and quickly asked, "How's your recovery going?"

Yang Haoran nodded and said, "I've recovered some of my strength, it should be enough."

After finishing his words, Yang Haoran did not continue to waste more words. He controlled the Yin spirit power to wrap around the demonic woman's soul, and then used the unique method of the Yin Division to forcibly transform the demonic woman's soul into a spirit.

The method of forcibly condensing the soul into a spirit is not exclusive to the Yin Division. Many people who are not from the Yin Division also possess this technique, but their methods are not as professional as the Yin Division's, and the effects in various aspects are not as good as the Yin Division's methods. This is certain.

Ye Zhiqiu can also forcibly condense the soul into a spirit, but because he is not as professional as Yang Haoran, the Underworld Envoy, in this aspect, he does not dare to act rashly, for fear of causing any damage to the demonic woman's soul.

Moreover, forcibly condensing the soul into a spirit is one thing, and safely extracting the soul from the demonic weapon is another. If one recklessly extracts it without regard for the consequences, it would not be a problem, but if one wants to extract it without harming the demonic woman's soul, that is something not everyone can achieve. Therefore, for this kind of matter, it is still necessary to find a professional to handle it.

Under Yang Haoran's control, the demonic woman's soul gradually merged together. After a moment, the two Scarlet Flowers gradually merged into one under the influence of the Yin spirit power. Although this Scarlet Flower still has no physical form, it appears more real than before.

However, the root of this Scarlet Flower is still connected to the longsword below, and it has not changed despite the two Scarlet Flowers becoming one.

Yang Haoran withdrew the Yin spirit power and then turned his gaze to Ye Zhiqiu.

"I have forcibly condensed the demonic woman's soul into a spirit, but now there is a new problem that I must explain to you," Yang Haoran said calmly.

"What problem? Tell me!" Ye Zhiqiu quickly asked.

"The demonic woman's soul has now fused with your life-bound demonic weapon. In this case, it is not difficult to forcibly separate the soul from the demonic weapon, but if you want to separate it without harming the soul, it will be very difficult. With my current strength, it is almost impossible to succeed," Yang Haoran said.

These words made Ye Zhiqiu's expression stiffen, and then a look of disappointment appeared on his face.

"I usually don't want to do things that I'm not confident about, unless I'm forced to. For something that has almost no chance of success, I'm even less willing to do it. Of course, if you insist on doing it, I can help you, but you need to be mentally prepared for failure," Yang Haoran said, pausing for a few seconds before adding, "If you choose to insist on it, regardless of success or failure, as long as I take action, I will charge you. Do you understand?"

Ye Zhiqiu hesitated. It was not the issue of the fee that he was concerned about, but whether he should insist on having Yang Haoran take action.

Yang Haoran's words were very clear. Even if he took action, the chance of success in separating the soul without harming the demonic woman's soul was almost zero, although not completely zero, but close to it.

If it failed, the demonic woman's soul would be scattered, which was a result he could not accept.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, and asked in a deep voice, "Do you have a better solution?"