Published: March 2, 2025
After hearing Wen Yu's two commands, Li Quan'an immediately went to get to work, while Wen Yu stood up and paced back and forth in the office.
The current situation seemed to be quite favorable, yet Wen Yu remained cautious about Bai—this was not an opponent that could be easily dealt with...
The competition had just begun, and the outcome was still unclear.
This time, Wen Yu had turned the tide with the clever use of the Heavenly Mechanism Mouse, but it was undeniable that he had caught Bai off guard. Now the balance of power had shifted; Bai had become the one lurking in the shadows, while Wen Yu had become the one responding to the moves. Considering Bai's words and attitude during these two encounters, Wen Yu felt a greater storm was about to strike.
Unfortunately, Wen Yu couldn't grasp the hints; he couldn't predict what methods Bai would use against him.
While Wen Yu was hesitating, Li Quan'an also produced results on his end.
As the phone rang in the office, Wen Yu answered it, and Li Quan'an's voice came through.
"My lord, the prophet has escaped."
"Uh, I understand. Go retrieve Tang Hao."
The prophet's escape was within Wen Yu's expectations—his importance was undoubtedly much greater than that of Caius and Arthur. Logically speaking, the prophet's status should be equivalent to that of a celestial god and the earth's will. Bai had no reason to let Caius and Arthur go while keeping the prophet.
Letting Li Quan'an check was merely Wen Yu's small gamble.
Fortunately, there were no issues with Tang Hao—after all, it seemed that neither his stance nor his strength had caught Bai's attention.
At this point, Tang Hao seemed to be an optional character for both Wen Yu and Bai.
Before long, the office door was knocked on again, and Li Quan'an entered, carrying the unconscious Tang Hao.
...
After placing Tang Hao on the sofa, Li Quan'an stepped back, while Wen Yu moved forward, looking at his godson.
Covered in wounds, it was evident he had endured severe torture, his flesh torn, exposing the pure golden bones beneath. Wen Yu furrowed his brow slightly, and then a white light dispersed, enveloping Tang Hao. Within a short time, all the physical injuries on Tang Hao disappeared.
However, even with that, Tang Hao still did not awaken.
Wen Yu reached out again, placing his hand on Tang Hao's head. He could feel that within Tang Hao's soul, seven dark circular rings were entwined around it. These rings seemed to be sealing Tang Hao's soul, slowly tearing it apart and devouring it...
A malicious soul seal.
The effect was likely to cause the recipient to fall into a deep sleep while gradually disintegrating the recipient's soul in subtle ways.
Fortunately, Tang Hao's strength was sufficient, and the seal had not been placed for long, sparing him from fundamental damage.
As long as it wasn't irreparable damage, everything could be negotiated in front of Wen Yu, a master of souls.
Dim soul light flowed from Wen Yu's hand, and once his soul power infiltrated Tang Hao's mind, it immediately intertwined with the seven seals. The high-quality soul energy belonging to Wen Yu quickly dissolved the seven soul seals, and in the blink of an eye, Wen Yu withdrew his hand, leaving Tang Hao's internal seals eradicated completely.
Simple and straightforward.
After all, with the power Wen Yu currently wielded, there were very few things he couldn't accomplish...
After instructing Li Quan'an to step down, Wen Yu sat back in his chair, quietly waiting for Tang Hao to awaken.
...
Wen Yu did not wait long.
In less than three minutes, Tang Hao's breathing became rapid. Accompanied by heavy gasps, he suddenly rolled off the sofa and started dry heaving on the ground.
The aftereffects of soul injuries, but for a master like Tang Hao, it was just like motion sickness...
After a moment, once Tang Hao finished retching, he immediately looked around—familiar surroundings, but unfamiliar people.
"Godfather?"
Upon seeing Wen Yu, Tang Hao was first surprised, then overjoyed, and finally filled with doubt...