The slaves were now fed properly, given space to rest, and no longer forced into exhausting labor. Even so, they had not questioned it openly.
They could not.
The seals ensured obedience.
Still, they understood sothing had changed.
They knew they had been taken from the mines.
They knew soone had intervened.
They simply did not know who.
Qing Luan had told them only what Han Yu had permitted.
That a benefactor had saved them.
That this benefactor shared their enemies.
That was enough.
For people who had lost everything, even that small piece of information was sufficient to hold onto.
So of them had attempted to offer their help. They had asked, cautiously, if there was work they could do in return for their improved conditions.
They had been refused.
The risk was too great.
So they waited.
And now...
That waiting was about to end.
Han Yu walked toward the central chamber that had been prepared. It was simple, but carefully arranged. Formation plates had been set in place, arrays aligned, materials prepared in advance.
Qing Luan stopped beside him.
"Everything is ready," she said.
Han Yu nodded.
"Bring them in."
The process began.
One by one, the slaves were brought forward.
Han Yu worked without haste, but without delay. His movents were precise, his focus absolute. The knowledge he had gained over the past months flowed naturally through him.
He began with the simplest seals.
The standard slave seals.
These were straightforward compared to the others. Han Yu’s spirit sense connected with the arrays embedded within their bodies. He identified the nodes, the pathways, the anchors that bound them.
Then he dismantled them carefully, and thodically, without triggering any residual alarms. Each ti a seal broke, the change was imdiate. The individual would stiffen for a mont, then relax as sothing invisible lifted from them.
Confusion followed.
Then realization.
They looked at Han Yu.
At Qing Luan.
At their own hands.
Freedom.
So fell to their knees.
Others simply stood in silence, unable to process what had just happened.
Han Yu did not stop.
He moved to the next.
Then the next.
Hours passed.
The more complex seals required greater attention. Han Yu adjusted his thods accordingly, his understanding allowing him to navigate even the most intricate structures without error.
Qing Luan watched quietly from the side.
Her gaze occasionally shifted to the individuals who had been freed, observing their reactions, their expressions, their attempts to understand their new reality.
By the ti Han Yu reached the final group, the chamber had grown quieter.
The ones that remained...
Were different.
The Mind Modifying Doll Seals.
These were the most dangerous.
The most complex.
And the most personal.
Han Yu took a slow breath.
"Bring them in."
They entered together.
Senior Brother Duan.
Wu Shuan.
Senior Sister Xuan Qing.
And a few others.
Han Yu’s gaze rested on them briefly.
These were the ones he had prioritized from the beginning.
The ones he had risked everything to save.
Xuan Qing had already been moved out of the sect months ago. Han Yu had ensured her records were erased, her existence within the system reduced to nothing more than forgotten entries.
That part had been easier than expected.
Influence helped.
The clerk who had once managed records in the slave district had risen through the ranks steadily. Promotions had co one after another, each one tied to Han Yu’s quiet support.
Now, the man was a senior supervisor.
And utterly devoted.
Han Yu had once caught him attempting to bow so low that his forehead nearly touched Han Yu’s shoes. It had taken actual effort to stop him from taking it further.
The man’s loyalty was absolute.
And very useful.
Back in the chamber, Han Yu focused.
The Mind Modifying Doll Seals required precision beyond anything else. The slightest error could cause irreversible damage.
He began with Senior Brother Duan.
His spirit sense entered carefully, tracing the structure of the seal, identifying the Violet Spirit Quartz core, the curse layers, the control nodes.
Then...
He acted.
The process was slow.
Deliberate.
Each step executed with control.
When the final connection broke, Senior Brother Duan’s body trembled.
His eyes, once empty, flickered.
Then...
They changed.
Awareness returned.
Slowly.
Gradually.
He looked around, confusion clear in his expression.
Han Yu moved to Wu Shuan next.
Then Xuan Qing.
Each one followed a similar pattern.
The emptiness faded.
Thought returned.
Emotion followed.
It was not imdiate clarity.
But it was real.
By the ti the last seal was removed, the chamber had fallen into complete silence.
They stood there.
Free.
Truly free.
And for the first ti...
They looked at Han Yu with full awareness.
The man who had brought them here.
The man who had changed everything.
The man who had given them back...
Themselves.
The silence that followed the breaking of the final seal did not last long.
It shifted.
Turned.
Beca sothing else.
Questions began to rise.
Not all at once, but steadily, like ripples spreading across still water.
Senior Brother Duan was the first to step forward. His gaze remained sharp despite the lingering haze in his mind, his posture instinctively straight as if he were still within the sect grounds.
"Who are you?" he asked, his voice firm.
Wu Shuan stood beside him, his expression carrying both suspicion and relief. Xuan Qing, a few steps behind, watched Han Yu closely, her eyes filled with complicated emotions that had yet to fully settle.
"And why..." Wu Shuan added slowly, "did you save us?"
The question hung in the air, shared by everyone present.
Han Yu looked at them for a mont, then smiled faintly.
He did not answer imdiately.
Instead, he clasped his hands behind his back and walked a few steps forward, his gaze sweeping across the familiar faces before returning to the three standing closest to him.
"I had a friend," he said at last.
His tone was calm, almost casual, yet there was a subtle weight behind the words.
"A friend who helped more than I can ever repay. A friend to whom I owe my life."
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