Chapter 345: Chapter 345: The Victor’s Feast
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Whoosh!
Two figures swiftly streaked through the air, finally appearing above the ruined plaza.
It was Xiao Yan and Yao Lao, who had just returned.
Their gazes quickly scanned the surroundings, and upon spotting Wei Yang, they both breathed a sigh of relief.
Without hesitation, the two immediately flew toward him.
"Brat Wei!"
"Brother Wei."
Wei Yang looked up and smiled, nodding. "You’re back."
"You alright?" Yao Lao asked with concern as he saw the pale look on Wei Yang’s face.
"No big deal. Just drained a bit. A couple of days of rest and I’ll be fine," Wei Yang replied with a shake of his head.
Hearing this, Yao Lao and Xiao Yan finally relaxed.
Then, their eyes turned toward the black fireball in front of Wei Yang. When they saw the burning humanoid figure inside, still struggling in pain, both of their brows twitched involuntarily.
"That’s... Protector Tie?" Xiao Yan asked.
"Yeah," Wei Yang nodded. "But now, he’s turned into a chaotic fusion consciousness. I’m helping ’it’ find release."
Xiao Yan chuckled softly and nodded in understanding.
Yao Lao also stroked his beard and smiled approvingly.
At this point, all three of them were finally at ease.
With the fall of the last Protector Tie, the great battle at Yun Lan Sect had officially come to an end.
They had won.
"Hm... this soul was quite powerful before," Yao Lao commented thoughtfully. "The refined soul origin it produces is a rare and potent tonic. Especially valuable for the soul."
"But," Yao Lao added, stroking his beard as his tone grew a bit more serious, "Brat Wei, this old man doesn’t recommend you absorb that soul origin."
"Your talent in the soul path... even I’m amazed by it. In the future, surpassing me would be child’s play. So there’s no need to risk anything for such a small benefit."
"After all, when it comes to the soul, purity is paramount. Another person’s soul origin... if you can avoid touching that stuff, it’s best to stay far away from it."
Yao Lao’s tone grew weighty as he spoke.
In his eyes, Wei Yang had a real chance of achieving sanctification in the future.
And even more than that—Yao Lao faintly believed that Wei Yang’s soul might possess the potential to one day reach the legendary Emperor Soul realm.
Because of that, he absolutely didn’t want to see Wei Yang take unnecessary risks by absorbing others’ soul origins.
Even if it worked once or twice without side effects, repeated exposure could corrupt his soul. If that ever happened, the loss would far outweigh the gain.
Taking shortcuts—especially when it came to the soul—was never a good thing.
And if one grew addicted to devouring soul origin... how would they be any different from the Hall of Souls?
Xiao Yan also nodded firmly and looked at Wei Yang seriously. "He’s right, Brother Wei."
In response, Wei Yang smiled and shook his head. "Relax, I’m not that shortsighted. I’m not going to use this soul origin myself."
"Good."
Hearing that, both Yao Lao and Xiao Yan finally let out a breath of relief.
The black flames roared steadily.
The refining continued.
The chaotic soul mass’s resistance gradually weakened. Bit by bit, it became sluggish, its glowing eyes dull and lifeless—like a puppet without thought or will.
Thin streams of black smoke rose from its form, carefully guided by Wei Yang into a jade bottle off to the side.
Watching the smoke, both Xiao Yan and Yao Lao instinctively tensed and took a small step back.
"Brother Wei, why are you collecting something this dangerous?" Xiao Yan gulped nervously.
"What do you think?" Wei Yang replied lazily, not even lifting his eyelids. "To screw people over, of course."
"Uh..."
Xiao Yan choked on his words and fell silent.
Right... using it to screw someone over. That made perfect sense.
In fact, he couldn’t help but feel a little tempted himself.
Turns out... he’d been far too soft in the past.
Even someone as powerful as Brother Wei still planned to use tricks like this to deal with his enemies.
"These black fumes are extremely impure. If they come in contact with a soul, they’ll corrupt it immediately. It’d be a nightmare to deal with," Yao Lao nodded in agreement as he stroked his beard. "Indeed, perfect for setting someone up."
"Brother Wei, give me some," Xiao Yan said shamelessly, rubbing his hands together.
Wei Yang nodded and took out another jade bottle.
Moments later, the preliminary refining process was complete.
By now, the soul form had fully disintegrated, condensed into a palm-sized, pale gray sphere—the purified essence, the very soul origin of the chaotic consciousness.
The black flames gradually died down.
Wei Yang formed a series of hand seals, sending several sealing sigils into the gray sphere, locking it in place with multiple layers of restriction.
This sphere of soul origin was far from ready for actual use. It had only undergone a first-stage refinement—not yet fully purified.
"We’ll leave it like this for now. I’ll purify it further when I have time," Wei Yang murmured.
He took out a jade box, carefully placed the sphere inside, closed the lid, then sealed the box with more hand signs before putting it away with a flick of his wrist.
Only then did he turn to the two floating jade bottles nearby.
These bottles contained the impurities and corrupted essence extracted during the refinement process.
Wei Yang capped them both. Holding one, he tossed the other to Xiao Yan.
"Add your own seals. And be careful. If it leaks, it’ll corrupt your soul on the spot."
"Got it," Xiao Yan nodded seriously. He caught the bottle with both hands, then quickly added several soul seals. Only after that did he exhale in relief.
He took out a basic-grade storage ring, opened it, and stored the jade bottle inside.
Once it was secured, he slipped the ring onto his finger—and a slight, sinister smile curled at the edge of his lips.
He’d just gained a deadly trump card.
If used properly, and thrown when the enemy wasn’t expecting it...
The impact could be devastating—as lethal as a hidden ace.
A perfect tool for playing dumb before striking like a predator.
If he’d had this earlier, Xiao Yan figured he could’ve taken out Yun Shan in several different ways.
Not far away, Wei Yang was equally cautious, placing his own jade bottle into another basic-grade storage ring.
Then the two of them exchanged a glance—and broke into a knowing laugh.
Heh heh.
Seeing the two acting like conspirators up to no good, Yao Lao couldn’t help but rub his chin thoughtfully.
"These kids... learning all the wrong things."
But still—
"I like it."
The three of them floated in midair above the devastated plaza.
Gazing down at the wreckage beneath their feet, they couldn’t help but feel a wave of emotion in their hearts.
The once-proud Yun Lan Sect—that mighty colossus—was no more.
Once lush and shrouded in spiritual mist, the mountaintop was now barren and lifeless, stripped bare by war and flame.
From the distant hills, faint waves of Dou Qi surged in the air—battles still raging.
Those were the Black-Corner Region’s powerhouses, sweeping across the mountains, hunting down the remnants of the Yun Lan Sect.
Once found, no questions were asked—they struck immediately.
Any who dared resist were instantly killed, left rotting in the wilderness.
After losing three high-ranking Dou Wang—Yin Gu, Su Mei, and Tie Wu—the allied forces held a deep grudge against Yun Lan Sect and showed zero mercy.
If not for Xiao Yan’s earlier order—when he had hesitated and added: "If they surrender willingly... then don’t kill them." then the entire Yun Lan Sect might not have even had the chance to surrender.
At the base of the mountain, rows upon rows of fully armored elite troops were marching upward in force, spreading across the slopes like wildfire, joining the purge.
This was no longer a war.
It was a feast for the victors.
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