Chapter 559: Chapter 502: The Soul Fragment Deal
Han Yu had never thought that one day, besides spitting out pills, the bottle would have other uses.
But apart from being sturdy, why can’t it show some wits and fight back? Just making noise on myself doesn’t count for anything!
As a result, when Han Yu urged, the bottle immediately went on strike.
"Run fast!"
In the Sea of Consciousness, the Artifact Spirit suddenly exclaimed.
By the time Han Yu looked up, the beam of light and giant palm fell simultaneously.
The moment the Light Fixing Skill hit him, the giant palm unhesitatingly grabbed him and pulled him out of its range.
"Old rascal, what are you doing?"
Xin Zui angrily questioned, blowing his beard and glaring.
Xin Yin smiled faintly, attempting to pocket him within his clasped hands, "We’re all working for the Holy Sect, no matter who catches him, it’s still capturing."
Even without Han Yu’s secrets, whoever caught him would earn more merits.
Before he could rejoice for long, the huge palm suddenly cracked open, and Han Yu was once again swallowed by a mass of Ghost Shadow.
It was the silent Wuyin who intervened.
Knew it would be like this!
The divided soul quietly griped; the ten from Yama Hall aren’t united at all, otherwise, Celestial Dao Sect wouldn’t have a place in the Endless Sea Domain.
Fight! Struggle!
When you mess up, the fun will be big.
Wuyin had just caught Han Yu for a moment when he explosively broke free.
The invisible and shapeless powers may excel in attack, but holding someone is another story, and it did give Han Yu a sliver of hope.
After breaking free from the Sound Domain’s Ghost Shadow, Han Yu didn’t pause, he turned and bolted.
"Damn, chase."
The brief struggle unexpectedly worked in this little guy’s favor, leaving the three old men seething with anger, and the land beneath them split into three.
Seems like they’re planning to openly divide and conquer.
The divided soul, witnessing it, shook his head in resignation.
The incidents preceding were similar.
The role of history manifested significantly this time; people often make the same mistakes in different circumstances.
After the three divided the land, there was no place for the likes of the divided soul, and after watching them leave in pursuit, they looked at each other in confusion.
"I’ll go have a look too."
Gu Feng was itching with hatred for Han Yu, eager to see him captured firsthand.
The doctor evidently had similar thoughts, and they both left one after the other, leaving only the divided soul behind.
At sea it was a rare moment of calm, but not in his heart.
That damned old Taoist wanted to use him for work again.
The divided soul, fearful of death, dared to let anything slip.
How exhausting!
This short month, a strange sense of detachment overwhelmed him, though each divided soul was him, yet he began doubting if the so-called "self" still existed.
At least inherently, he was unwilling to compromise with the old Taoist, but another part yielded unusually readily.
This strange split almost drove him insane...
...
"Don’t act yet, he’s not dead, really not dead."
To save their own skins, the three divided souls simultaneously broadcast shared memory, down to every detail.
Even the battle scenes weren’t missed.
Until Han Yu tossed Liu Zongyuan like a burden, the Celestial Dao Sect was unresponsive, but the three divided souls were startled.
If Liu Zongyuan were to die, there’s no need for them to live either.
Luckily, Liu Zongyuan was thrown at just the right moment, and the subsequent battle let him avoid it by sheer luck.
"Now everyone’s chasing that kid, your youngest should be safe."
The divided soul hurriedly tried to please.
The group looked at each other, not expecting Han Yu to struggle this long.
The old Taoist’s brow furrowed, thinking his previous evaluation of Han Yu was too low. With such ability, an outsider couldn’t contain him.
But it’s no big deal now; if someone as skilled as himself can escape from Xin Zui and the others, they can always renegotiate terms later.
If he can’t escape, no terms would matter, he’d be doomed.
As for Liu Zongyuan...
"You said the youngest is still in that sea region, right?"
The old Taoist, with a hint of a smile, looked at the three divided souls.
An ominous feeling simultaneously rose in their hearts, "What do you want to do?" The divided souls asked in unison.
...
"Impossible, what nonsense!"
The other divided soul raged.
The bastard old Taoist actually wanted him to fish Liu Zongyuan out of the sea.
Destroy them!
Just hurry up and kill those useless things, stop messing with me, damn it.
At this moment, he even thought of personally taking out those useless things.
Soon, a new memory was shared, and the old Taoist began negotiating terms.
One for one?
A divided soul for Liu Zongyuan?
This... seems not impossible.
"Two, I’ll help find him; give me back two divided souls. Agree, I’ll fish him out for you now."
The divided soul spoke to the air himself.
After finishing, he waited for a moment, and joyous at the new memories, the old Taoist agreed.
But the divided soul still warned cautiously, "You better honor your words; if you go back on it or cheat, I’ll drag you down with me even if it costs my life."
Such matters could be trivial if unnoticed; if revealed, it would be a life-threatening ordeal.
He didn’t want to risk it, only to find himself swindled out of yet another divided soul.
Moments later, seemingly assured by the old Taoist, the divided soul resignedly descended and began to speed along the sea surface...
...
No longer probing, the pressure Han Yu once again faced was far beyond the previous.
The giant palm continuously soared down from the heavens; even bombarding it with Cyan Dragon, he couldn’t shake it off.
Rushed over nearly tens of miles, being chased like crazy, not to mention the constant lock of the Light Fixing Skill above, making him cry in pain.
Wuyin, that cunning bastard, the techniques are never obvious but every time it peels him.
It truly peeled him!
That invisible killing intent stripped him of a layer of skin, only for a new one to be forcibly taken just as it healed.
Now his skin was split open, but fortunately, the wounds were quickly healing at a visible speed, or even his flesh and skin would have been scraped away.
"Can’t you think of another way?"
Han Yu was about to go mad; at this rate, he wouldn’t just be unable to escape, he’d be utterly broken in an hour or so.
The Artifact Spirit was helpless too; the bottle went on strike, what else could it do?
"Looks like they’re trying to capture you alive."
Obviously, Han Yu knew they wanted him alive; otherwise, he’d have been down and defeated the previous rounds.
"If I’m captured, can you two stay hidden?"
Han Yu was well aware of the enemy’s methods; others aside, the divided soul could penetrate one’s Sea of Consciousness, let alone these three old ghosts.
The Artifact Spirit panicked upon hearing this, quickly jumped out, and violently shook the bottle.
"You worthless thing, wake up, think of something, stop playing dead."
"If something happens to me and Han Yu, you won’t fare well either."
