Chapter 65

The Qin family members waited anxiously outside the bedroom door. After about two minutes, Yang Chen finally opened the door and poked his head out, saying to Zhang Bingyu, "Come in and help."

"Okay." Zhang Bingyu nodded without hesitation and followed him into the room.

"This shaman from the Skalan tribe, who performed the Holy Descent ritual, is named 'Gulher.' I will cast a spell to extract his soul from this body." Yang Chen handed Zhang Bingyu a white teacup, which was already engraved with some mysterious runes. He said, "When you see a white light emerge from his forehead, open the cup and shout 'Gulher' three times."

"Okay." Zhang Bingyu nodded, carefully took the teacup, and then glanced at Qin Zhengrong, who was already pale and lifeless on the bed. After a moment of hesitation, she asked, "Will Qin Zhengrong die after Gulher's soul is extracted?"

"He won't die immediately." Yang Chen glanced coldly at Qin Zhengrong on the bed and said indifferently, "However, his soul has been damaged by Gulher's Holy Descent ritual. If nothing unexpected happens, he will surely die within three years."

Hearing this, Zhang Bingyu could only nod silently... She even felt that this was too lenient for Qin Zhengrong!

Without another word, Yang Chen had Zhang Bingyu stand about two meters away from the bed. He then made a series of hand gestures and injected a series of pale blue energies into Qin Zhengrong's body.

He muttered something, and upon closer listening, it turned out that Yang Chen was not reciting any scriptures or incantations, but a tongue-twisting language!

He was using the traditional language of the Skalan tribe to communicate with the shaman Gulher inside Qin Zhengrong's body. Under Yang Chen's gentle guidance, Gulher's soul gradually calmed down.

After a few minutes, a small white light, about the size of a soybean, emerged from Qin Zhengrong's forehead and was quickly enveloped by a faint blue light...

Zhang Bingyu did not hesitate and quickly opened the cup, shouting, "Gulher! Gulher! Gulher!"

After the three shouts, the white light, enveloped in blue light, wobbled and flew toward the teacup in Zhang Bingyu's hand.

At this moment, the unconscious Qin Zhengrong, after a violent coughing fit, slowly opened his eyes...

"Let's go." Seeing that Gulher's soul was safely contained in the cup, Yang Chen had no interest in staying in the blood-soaked villa. He glanced coldly at Qin Zhengrong and turned to Zhang Bingyu, saying, "This friendship is not worth it."

"Um..." Zhang Bingyu was speechless and could only nod with a bitter smile, admitting that her judgment was indeed flawed!

The Qin family was overjoyed, while Yang Chen and the Zhang sisters both had cold faces as they left the Qin family's villa with the white teacup, indifferent to the Qin family's expressions of gratitude.

After leaving the villa gate, Zhang Xiaoman asked, "Sis, is he okay?"

"Death would be better than life." Zhang Bingyu sighed lightly. "His soul is damaged, and his foundation is injured. Each day he lives means more suffering..."

As if to confirm Zhang Bingyu's words, just as they walked down the steps, they heard Qin Zhengrong's agonized screams coming from the villa... This pain would last for three years!

Before Yang Chen and the others had walked a hundred meters, a girl about Zhang Bingyu's age rushed out of the Qin family villa, running toward them and shouting, "Stop right there!"

"What's the matter?" Yang Chen stopped, and Zhang Bingyu turned, raising her head to look at her friend with a sharp gaze.

"What did you do to my father?" Qin Ruozhen, panting, her eyes almost on fire, immediately stepped forward and tried to grab Zhang Bingyu's wrist, "You can't leave!"

"What are you trying to do?!" Zhang Bingyu, taken aback by Qin Ruozhen's reaction, stepped back and frowned, "Ruozhen, calm down!"

"Calm down? My father is in so much pain on the bed, how can I calm down?!" Qin Ruozhen shouted, "Zhang Bingyu, what are your intentions? What did my father do to you to deserve this?!"

"When did I ever harm your father?" Zhang Bingyu, her face turning green with anger, shouted, "He is getting what he deserves! Didn't you hear what he did? It's completely unreasonable!"

"What my father did, what's it got to do with you?" Qin Ruozhen gritted her teeth, "I know that before you came, my father was still speaking normally, but after you came last night, he couldn't..."

"You... I don't even know what to say to you!" Zhang Bingyu, frustrated, did not want to continue the argument. She turned to Zhang Xiaoman and Yang Chen, saying, "Ignore her, let's go."

Yang Chen shrugged, indifferent.

Zhang Xiaoman made a face at Qin Ruozhen and said, "If it weren't for my sister, your father would be dead by now... You really take kindness for granted. I used to call you 'Sis,' but now I feel sick just thinking about it!"

"You can't leave!" Seeing Yang Chen and the others turn to leave, Qin Ruozhen ran a few steps and blocked their way, spreading her arms, "Until my father's problem is solved, if you dare to run away, I..."

"What do you want to do?"

"I'll call the police and have all three of you arrested!!" Qin Ruozhen said with a fierce look, "I'll accuse you of manslaughter, illegal medical practice, and..."

"Slap!"

Before she could finish, Zhang Bingyu took a big step forward and slapped Qin Ruozhen hard across the face, "I must have misjudged you! Call the police? Go ahead, but after you call the police, your family will never have a good life again!"

Zhang Bingyu's words hit Qin Ruozhen like a thunderbolt.

Whether it was the slap or the threat, Qin Ruozhen, covering her face, suddenly fell silent.

A few seconds later, she squatted down, hugging her knees, and began to sob.

"Wah..."

As one of Zhang Bingyu's close friends, Qin Ruozhen had been friends with Zhang Bingyu since high school.

Over the years, she had a good understanding of Zhang Bingyu's family background and identity, even if she didn't know everything.

She knew that Zhang Bingyu's words were true. With the Qin family's limited power, how could they possibly stand up to Zhang Bingyu? Even without using her family's strength, just the group of protectors she had in the capital could easily crush the Qin family several times over!

Fighting was out of the question.

Insulting them would only invite more trouble.

Calling the police was even more impossible. If they truly angered Zhang Bingyu, the Qin family would be finished.

So, apart from crying, Qin Ruozhen couldn't think of a better way.

Seeing Qin Ruozhen sobbing on the ground, Zhang Bingyu's stern face softened slightly. After all, they were friends for many years. She turned to Yang Chen, asking, "Is there any way to alleviate Qin Zhengrong's pain?"

Yang Chen thought for a moment and said, "Burning a stick of Clear Spirit incense every morning and evening can help calm the mind and reduce the pain at the soul level, but it won't solve the problem fundamentally. It can only reduce the intensity of the pain and slightly shorten the duration."

"Thank you." Zhang Bingyu looked at Yang Chen with gratitude, thanked him, and then turned to Qin Ruozhen, who was blocking their way, saying, "I can only help your father this much. I can't do anything more."

"Thank you..." Qin Ruozhen, squatting on the ground, looked dazed, gave a weak smile, and then wobbled to her feet, wiping her tears as she walked back to her villa.

At this moment, Zhang Bingyu turned to face Yang Chen, asking seriously, "You actually have a way to save him, right? I can tell you did it on purpose."

When Yang Chen was casting the spell in the Qin family villa, Zhang Bingyu was by his side. Although the vast difference in their levels made it hard for her to understand what he was doing, the energies he injected into Qin Zhengrong's body were clearly not for healing!

Recalling Yang Chen's cold attitude before he cast the spell... Zhang Bingyu could easily deduce that Yang Chen had done something to Qin Zhengrong, and thus, he must have a way to save him.

Facing Zhang Bingyu's gaze, Yang Chen smiled faintly, took the white teacup from her, and answered calmly, "Qin Zhengrong's actions are abhorred by both humans and gods. I can't save him."

Hearing this, Zhang Bingyu's face showed a look of "I knew it."

Zhang Xiaoman, curious, asked, "Why can't you save him?"

"Because he wouldn't agree." Yang Chen shook the teacup in his hand and shrugged, "If Qin Zhengrong didn't suffer, he would rather die than leave his body... So before he left, I cast a spell to bind one soul and two spirits, preventing his damaged soul from recovering... But I gave him three more years to settle his affairs."

Zhang Bingyu was silent, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with Yang Chen's actions.

After walking for a while, Yang Chen looked at the time and said to Zhang Bingyu, "I need your help with one more thing."

"What is it?"

"Gulher's soul can't stay in the teacup for long." Yang Chen held up the teacup, "I need a pinch of incense ash to make a small figurine and temporarily place his soul in it."

"Incense ash? Can't we just find a small temple nearby?" Zhang Xiaoman asked casually.

Zhang Bingyu, however, looked at Yang Chen intently and asked, "You want the 'Divine Ash' from the Celestial Master's Mansion?"

Yang Chen nodded, "Yes!" ——

This chapter is for September 30th. I was busy with company matters yesterday and forgot to update. The book is now on sale, starting on October 1st, which is a lucky day...

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