He brought the fingers of his left hand together and jabbed through the air!
A streak of soft white light, condensed to its absolute limit and imbued with the supre intent to pacify souls, shot across the space like a falling star and struck the Resentful Spirit precisely between its brows!
BUZZ!
The mont the white light entered, the main body of the Resentful Spirit let out a pained wail. The frenzied, chaotic consciousness at its core seed to have been forced into a deep slumber.
Then, under the guidance of Yue Mankong’s power and spurred on by Chu Fan’s call, the weaker but purer Resentful Soul consciousness belonging to the little girl Nuannuan suddenly seized control!
"Seal!"
Yue Mankong’s phantom issued a low command. The runes on the giant hand of energy lit up again, but the nature of its power shifted from fierce suppression to a gentle envelopnt and pull.
"Nuannuan, listen to ... Don’t resist this power."
Chu Fan’s voice softened, carrying a gentle earnestness he himself hadn’t noticed. "Big brother promises you, I’ll definitely help you, help your brother, and help all the uncles, aunties, and other children trapped inside... I’ll find a way to purify your resentnt, teach you how to stop suffering, and give you all a chance... to start over."
Back when he was being hunted by Lin Luoxue, teetering on the brink of life and death, Chu Fan had briefly rged with the Resentful Spirit. On a spiritual level, he had touched the deepest mories and pain of all the Resentful Souls within, including Nuannuan.
Between them, a subtle spiritual bond that transcended words had long since been ford.
Now, Nuannuan’s consciousness sensed the sincere goodwill and promise in Chu Fan’s words, and her will to resist weakened considerably.
Her struggling form gradually cald. The ferocious black energy surrounding her began to recede inward, and her massive body, guided by Yue Mankong’s power, continuously shrank and solidified.
Finally, enveloped in a soft golden light, the Resentful Spirit’s physical form completely dissipated. It transford into a condensed stream of black energy and, like a weary bird returning to its forest, flew of its own accord into the Finger Bone hovering in the air.
A dark gleam flashed across the surface of the Finger Bone before vanishing. It returned to its original bone-white color, though it now faintly emanated a heavier, colder aura.
Yue Mankong’s colossal phantom also shrank rapidly, turning into a streak of light and returning to the dull, lusterless Paperman.
The Paperman fluttered down.
At the sa ti, Old Limp could no longer hold on. With a THUD, he collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, his clothes soaked with sweat.
In the distance, the light from the three Spirit Pattern Pillars died out, and they slowly sank into the ground, disappearing from sight.
The exhausted Ding Jian, Shi Hao, and Lin Yue sat down cross-legged, each swallowing an Elixir before closing their eyes to regulate their breathing and recover.
On the battlefield, the remaining Moon Worship Cultists saw their strongest black-robed mber instantly killed and the Resentful Spirit sealed. Their last shred of fighting spirit completely shattered.
They let out a cry and scattered in all directions like headless flies.
The Martial Artists from the various factions of Cyan Yang City, their hearts long filled with pent-up rage and hatred, let out a heaven-shaking cheer. They all charged forward, launching a frenzied counterattack and pursuit!
Among them, the Old Constable, at the Second Heaven of Divine Power Realm, and Lu Tao, at the First Heaven of Divine Power Realm, were like two sharp long sabers, continuously reaping the lives of the White-robed Cultists...
Cao Feng, Chen Xuan, and the others were not to be outdone. The "Ninefold Thunder Shock Saber" and the "Moon Eclipse Arrow" beca a nightmare for the Moon Worship Sect’s cultists.
In the center of this area, Chu Fan slowly turned around.
At so point, Li Qingxue, who had been healing in the distance, had quietly co to stand behind him.
Her face was still pale, and the hand holding her saber trembled almost imperceptibly, yet her posture was as straight and tall as a pine tree.
The "Cold Moon Lone Shadow Saber" in her hand was pointed steadily at Zhang Yunpeng, who was dozens of feet away. The tip of the blade pulsed with a cold glint, and its incomparably sharp aura locked down all of Zhang Yunpeng’s possible routes of advance or retreat, daring him not to cross the line!
Gazing at Li Qingxue’s figure, Chu Fan felt a montary daze.
From the ti he joined the Seven Stars Gang until now, only a few months had passed, and the number of words he and Li Qingxue had exchanged could be counted on one hand.
Yet, in Chu Fan’s perception, he and Li Qingxue had spent a long ti together, day and night...
This was because after his Refinent of the "Cold Moon Lone Shadow Saber," he had obtained Li Qingxue’s mories of practicing the "Seven-Star Bead Slash."
Chu Fan had, in effect, "watched" Li Qingxue grow up.
Just as he had "watched" Chen Xuan, the master of the Moon Arrow Martial Arts Hall, grow up.
That was why, even though he had only visited the Moon Arrow Martial Arts Hall once, when Chen Xuan later sought him out, he felt a sense of gratitude and had long since co to regard Chen Xuan as a respected teacher.
The words he had spoken to Chen Xuan in the forest that day were not ant to curry favor in the slightest; they were entirely from the heart, sincere and genuine.
Now, seeing the heavily injured Li Qingxue still protecting him, a trace of warmth rose in Chu Fan’s heart.
As for Zhang Yunpeng, who was being stared down by Li Qingxue, he was furious inside but dared not show it.
Just then, the Paperman carrying Yue Mankong’s splintered consciousness wobbled into the air, finally fluttering down into Chu Fan’s outstretched palm and falling silent.
The battle cries throughout the city lasted only for a mont.
Once the cries of battle completely faded, Cyan Yang Ancient City fell into a mont of deathly, stagnant silence.
Then...
BOOM!!!
A cheer erupted like a volcano, swept through like a tsunami, deafening in its intensity. A mixture of ecstasy, excitent, tears, and shouts shot into the sky, resounding over the entirety of Cyan Yang Ancient City!
The sunlight finally and completely dispersed the gloom, shining down on every survivor of the catastrophe.
"We won! We won!"
"The bastards from the Moon Worship Sect have all been killed!"
"The Resentful Spirit is sealed! We survived!"
People embraced and wept, whether they knew each other or not, sharing in this hard-won joy and vitality.
Amidst the ruins and broken walls, it was no longer just blood that flowed, but also tears of excitent and hope.
Just as the entire city was celebrating, a figure in an official’s robe, though looking disheveled, forced a calm expression. Surrounded by a group of Governnt Officials, he walked to the front of the crowd—it was none other than the County Magistrate of Cyan Yang Ancient City, Zhang Yunpeng.
He cleared his throat, forcing a look of compassionate sorrow mixed with a hint of lingering fear onto his face. His gaze swept across the entire scene, finally landing on Chu Fan, who was regulating his breathing.
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