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Chapter 2377: Where Is My Sister?
Ning Shu finished setting up the yang gathering formation. The surrounding yang energy slowly gathered towards the Yi family’s ancestral house, but the surrounding yin energy was simply too strong.
The bit of yang energy was like a drop in a bucket of yin energy.
Ning Shu closed her eyes and started to chant a spell. As for the matter between Yi Liang and Yi Shengjie, Ning Shu didn’t mind it and just let Yi Liang handle it himself.
If Yi Liang was really deceived by Yi Shengjie… Well, it’d be good for him to suffer a loss as a lesson.
Yi Shengjie felt that the breath in his inner abdomen was in complete disorder. Moreover, he still didn’t understand why his golden core disappeared.
Yi Shengjie’s face became paler and paler, and he vomited blood whenever he moved his body.
He strained himself to take out a medicinal pill to heal his wound, but Yi Liang kicked the pill away.
“You…” Yi Shengjie would have never imagined that he’d be bullied and beaten to near death by this little beast!
“It won’t do you any good if I die. I’m the only one who knows where your sister is. If I die, you’d never be able to find her.” For now, the only way for him to survive was to play weak.
He had literally killed Yi Liang’s father. It was surely not easy for Yi Liang to restrain the urge to bite him to death and drink his blood afterward.
“Where is my sister?” Yi Liang asked.
“I know where she is. I’ll take you there, provided you don’t kill me.” Yi Shengjie covered his chest as he tried to negotiate with Yi Liang.
“Then answer this, first. Is my sister in the Yinyang Sect?”
An inexplicable smile appeared on Yi Shengjie’s face. “Of course she is in the Yinyang Sect.”
“Then you can go to h.e.l.l now!” Yi Liang’s pa.s.sed through Yi Shengjie’s body. He held a heart in his b.l.o.o.d.y hands, and the heart even continued to beat a couple more times.
“Uh…” Yi Shengjie’s expression froze. The strange smile on his face hadn’t dissipated, but it had become mixed with disbelief and confusion. He obviously couldn’t figure out why Yi Liang attacked.
Yi Liang took advantage of his weakness to take his life. If Yi Shengjie recovered, he’d become too dangerous. Moreover, since Yi Shengjie had killed his parents, there was no way Yi Liang would let Yi Shengjie off.
Ning Shu was a little relieved to see that Yi Liang had killed Yi Shengjie so decisively.
Indecision during critical moments would only result in harm.
They already had a b.l.o.o.d.y feud between them, which would not end until one of the parties died. It was best to kill decisively.
At this point, Yi Shengjie didn’t kill Yi Liang because he was injured, but what would happen once he got better?
The blood soul banner was Yi Shengjie’s natal artifact. When Yi Shengjie died, the black smoke in the blood soul banner could no longer be controlled and scattered in all directions.
Under the erosion of the baleful energy, these souls were reduced until they had only murderous intent in their hearts, and they’d attack any strangers they see. If they were allowed to scatter, they might cause a catastrophe.
They’d also only get stronger.
The role of the blood soul banner was to control and accommodate the souls it housed.
Ning Shu hurriedly told Yi Liang, “Hurry up and refine the blood soul banner.”
Yi Liang heard Ning Shu’s voice and took the banner from Yi Shengjie, “What should I do?”
“Use your heart’s blood,” the little fox interjected. “My grandmother told me that it’s what humans use to refine magic artifacts.”
Yi Liang looked at Ning Shu, and Ning Shu said, “No need for heart’s blood. Ordinary blood would do.”
To refine with heart’s blood was to make the blood soul banner his natal artifact.
The heart’s blood and the spiritual imprint were combined to refine one’s natal artifact.
Ning Shu didn’t want Yi Liang’s natal magic artifact to be the blood soul banner. He’d have to keep gathering souls to strengthen the blood soul banner and to do that, he’d have to keep murdering people.
Yi Liang obviously believed in Ning Shu more. Hearing Ning Shu’s words, he slashed his palm and let his blood drip onto the blood soul banner.
When he saw this, the little fox snorted. He was very dissatisfied.
The blood soul banner slowly absorbed Yi Liang’s blood.
Editor: Ran
Translator: Kaho
