Chapter 434: Release
Chapter 434: Release
B-rank!
Han Sen immediately sensed his breakthrough. The +50 attribute boost gave him the illusion of shattering the heavens itself. Rampant energy rippled around him, leaking uncontrolled forces that made his Taoist robes billow wildly. Even his hair strands glowed faintly.
His High Person image grew more imposing.
All ground runes lit up simultaneously.
Though Han Sen’s Formation was counterfeit, Zuo Meng’s “system” presence transformed falsehood into reality.
As the Formation activated, the buried Divine Lords’ order sprang to life. With a sharp crack, the Token’s final resurrection charge vanished. Deprived of power, the relic snapped into two halves.
Soil infused with the Token’s energy bulged upward. A humanoid shadow emerged, countless skeletal arms clawing at it from below – as if dragging a soul straight from hell.
The process lasted ten minutes. Gradually, the ghostly hands retreated under yang world’s suppression. The shadow solidified into flesh.
A soul resurrected!
“It actually worked.”
Han Sen blinked in surprise. He’d arranged the Formation himself but never truly believed it would succeed.
The revived woman wore plain white robes with waist-length black hair. Her slender limbs resembled an ink painting fairy’s, though her face remained ordinary. Yet her transcendent aura compelled others to overlook her plain features.
No wonder Dragon Lord sacrificed his Divine Lords’ order for this.
Han Sen silently approved, then dismissed the thought. As an immortality-seeking High Person, women meant trouble before eternal life – mere distractions slowing his blade.
“Who are you?”
The woman shook off confusion, eyeing him warily.
“Our deal’s complete.”
Temporarily boosted to B-rank, Han Sen effortlessly crushed Dragon Lord’s lingering curse.
Though formidable, Dragon Lord’s remnant breath stood no chance against Han Sen’s near-A-rank power. With +50 attributes, his destructive power likely exceeded 900.
“My husband’s essence?”
Recognizing the shattered aura, Liu Mei bowed hastily. “My gratitude, Taoist priest.”
Ding!
‘Energy Points +10′
Ten points! Han Sen’s pulse quickened. Before today, he’d only seen decimal fractions. One act before this woman brought more gains than countless ordinary people. Quality over quantity indeed!
“Merely a transaction.”
He waved dismissively, maintaining his aloof facade.
“Resurrection Formations bear heavy karma,” Liu Mei insisted. “We owe you.” Observing his calmness, she grew convinced of his High Person status – though puzzled how her husband struck deals with such figures.
Karma?
Han Sen was baffled. Why hadn’t he sensed anything? Could something have been missed?
Resurrection, reversal of yin and yang.
Not to mention Dragon Lord Ning Qi and Liu Mei might not even be real. If true, this involved void creation. Each of these represented heaven-defying rules, and any life touching them would face the world’s retribution. Normally, Han Sen bearing such karma would’ve been reduced to ashes by lightning. But Zuo Meng didn’t care – as a creator-level being, even his avatar held the same authority.
For creators, altering rules was fundamental.
“Just minor losses. No problem.”
Though clueless why, Han Sen seized the chance to act like a big shot.
“We hope Madam will enter Dragon Lord Temple to have the curse lifted, granting mortals respite.”
“Naturally.”
After thanking him, Liu Mei merged into the painting.
In this tale, she’d been Dragon Lord’s ghostly disciple for decades – no ordinary person anymore.
Thirty minutes later.
Liu Mei emerged bearing a talisman – the very curse source drawn by Dragon Lord Ning Qi.
“We entrust this to the Taoist priest.”
“Very well.”
Han Sen took the talisman and walked to a corner before her.
He raised his hand as mental energy conjured flames. B-tier mental energy already allowed such mystical feats – why B-tier experts dominated foreign lands.
The talisman burned to ashes in the fire.
Nationwide, the cursed felt sudden relief as invisible dark energy dissipated from their bodies.
“My husband remains Sealed and can’t thank you personally. In three days he’ll partially break the Seal and manifest near the painting. Summon us through this if needed.”
Liu Mei retrieved the painting – Han Sen’s cheap market find now truly a Transcendent artifact.
“Agreed.”
Han Sen promptly pocketed this helper-summoning treasure.
Even High Persons deserved payment – deities get incense offerings after all!
After farewells, Liu Mei vanished back into Dragon Lord Temple’s space. Han Sen wasn’t surprised – Ning Qi had clearly kept backup plans. No fool would reveal everything.
Police Bureau.
Wang Bo sat calmly under Special Operations Bureau agents’ restraint, watching the bald man’s theatrics.
The bald man was Xu Gang – B-tier chief, Southeast District Director of Special Operations Bureau, dubbed ‘Cursed Entity Manipulator’ for his awakened ability.
His translucent summoned beings filled the Conference Room as he slammed documents.
“You bring me this trash after one day?”
He’d come seeking a seal-breaking artifact detected by bureau seers, though they’d only pinpointed the general area.
“Your intel was too vague… timeframe too tight-”
“Incompetent!”
Xu Gang’s glare unleashed force that hurled the still-speaking man across the room.