Daily life of slaying demons in the government

Chapter 442 What to do with the shackles?
Yang Qian took a breath subconsciously. His inner vigilance was almost beyond the threshold.

Help? Share the benefits?

Yang Qian didn't suspect that Yang Ding was just talking nonsense. He believed that the other party was unlikely to lie to him about such a thing.

But the more this happened, the more Yang Qian knew that things were not simple.

"Help? I'm afraid I have to help even if I don't want to, right, Master Yanggu?" Yang Qian said with a cold face.

He hadn't felt the same way for a long time. But now it felt like a long time since he had experienced this feeling.

"Hahaha, it's okay if Lord Yang says so. So, you must have a result today before you can go on your way." Yang Ding smiled and took out a small pot from the storage bag and placed it in front of Yang Qian.

"What is this?" Yang Qian had a bad feeling.

"This is a soul pot, made by Zhu Hongchan of the Silk-Channing Cave. This thing has no other use but to hold the imprint of a person's soul. Well, you can think of it as a kind of spell based on the soul. As long as the soul is imprinted in this pot, it will be locked by the spell, and there is no way to escape.

So Sir Yang, please!"

Soul Pot Spell
As soon as he heard it, he knew it was not a good thing. Yang Qian couldn't help but remember that he was threatened by a demon cultivator from the Silk Cave before, who wanted to take his soul mark and force him to join the group. He not only refused at that time, but also beat the other party up.

But now that I meet her again, it is unlikely that I will be able to refuse her.

What else can we do? We are already on the chopping block, so we have to take it one step at a time.

Feeling uneasy, Yang Qian tried to leave the imprint of his soul in the soul pot in front of him.

In an instant, a wonderful feeling lingered in his heart.

It was a very bad feeling, as if there was a shackle around his neck that could break it at any time.

"Haha, don't even think about trying to break free. Unless your soul can transcend, you can't escape this restriction unless the Soul Pot spits it out on its own initiative."

But compared to the bitterness on Yang Qian's face, Yang Ding's expression was very relaxed. He actually took a big risk by making this trip in person. He and Zhu Hongchan couldn't leave the Wanli Bamboo Sea casually. Every time they left, they would be corroded by the poisonous spiritual energy, which would take a long time to clear.

Otherwise, why did Yang Ding go to such great lengths to move Yang Qian to the Wanli Bamboo Sea? He just didn't want to stay in Shuangqing Mansion any longer.

Yang Qian naturally knew nothing about this, and he was still feeling the extra shackles on himself.

"Okay, now we can get down to business." After a pause, Yang Ding continued, "There is a relic deep in the Wanli Bamboo Sea. We call it the "Fallen Immortal City". It is full of traps and extremely dangerous. But as long as you stay near this relic, the closer you are, the less affected you will be by the poisonous spiritual energy.

There are also countless treasures in the ruins. The closer you get to the center, the more treasures there are, and the more powerful they are. There are even quite a few magic weapons and jade discs for you martial artists."

Yang Ding made such a big promise, but Yang Qian remained unmoved.

No matter how big the pie is, it is only useful if it is in your mouth, not just in your ears.

What's more, benefits are closely linked to risks. The greater the benefits, the greater the risks. Although Yang Ding was talking about "ruins", Yang Qian still felt that it should be a "great secret realm".

If it wasn't dangerous, would Yang Ding ask someone for "help"?

It's meaningless to say all this now. With shackles put around his neck, Yang Qian has no way to bargain.

"There are still three months left. Come back here in three months and I will take you into the ruins. Once you are inside, you will know what you have to do to help me. Now you can go."

Yang Qian nodded, and flew up into the sky and returned all the way to the provincial capital. He also took note of the location where he had just been brought to.

After returning to his residence in the provincial capital, Yang Qian paced in circles in the small garden in the backyard with his hands behind his back, his mind full of today's completely unexpected incident.

After repeatedly checking his soul, he found that it was indeed being pulled at the core by a magical force. Once this force began to stir, Yang Qian's soul would not have any chance of survival and would be torn apart in an instant.

Anyway, with Yang Qian's current knowledge and means, it is completely impossible to get rid of this restriction.

Ask someone from the Five Thunder Palace to help lift the ban?

Putting aside whether the Five Thunder Palace could help him or not, once the news leaked out, Yang Qian’s life would be in danger.

Yang Qian didn't dare to take this risk.

The only thing that could remind Yang Qian was that after seeing him surrender and leaving a soul mark, Yang Ding proudly boasted about the power of the Soul Pot. One of the sentences he used was: Unless your soul is transcendent, it is impossible to break free from the restrictions of the Soul Pot.

What is "soul transcendence"?
Yang Qian had heard of the word "transcendence". It was usually used in the practice stage of breaking the destiny. It said that after surviving the heavenly tribulation, the heaven and earth would bestow blessings, allowing the living being to completely transcend the heaven and earth.

This state is called "detachment".

If these two "transcendence" have the same meaning, does it mean that if Yang Qian wants to break free from this shackle, he can only wait until he overcomes the heavenly tribulation and enters the fusion realm?
But it is not easy to reach the fusion realm. Although Yang Qian can now walk sideways in the out-of-body realm, no one in the same realm can match him. But I don’t know if it’s because of his martial arts and domineering body, he still can’t feel the barrier of the next realm, and it’s a long way off.

"There are still three months left. Maybe I can look for opportunities in the Sword Domain again."

A month and a half later.

The attic sculpture in front of Yang Qian was once again broken into pieces, and some of the delicate doors and windows inside could not be realized. A small mistake directly caused the sword intent to go out of control, breaking the beams and pillars in the attic, resulting in overall failure.

But the progress is also very obvious. If we use ordinary scrutiny now, the attic carved by Yang Qian is actually very realistic. After all, many of the internal details of the attic cannot be seen from the outside.

In fact, at this level, Yang Qian can already use the sword intention to thread a needle.

The next day, Yang Qian once again stepped into the Sword Domain and rushed all the way to the fourth peak.

It was here that Yang Qian was warned by the remnant of the black robe, and was told not to move forward until his sword intent could penetrate the needle.

Now Yang Qian has met the requirements. After a short pause, he stepped across the range of the fourth peak.

As soon as he stepped in, Yang Qian immediately understood why the black-robed remnant had given him that warning before.

The sword intent in the air, which had been easily resisted by Yang Qian before, suddenly changed. It could be said that the difference was like heaven and earth!

Previously, they were just tiny fragments of sword intent, but now they were tiny sharp blades. Even without breathing, they would penetrate Yang Qian's body from all directions. His body protection was completely ineffective, and even his Tyrant Body was useless in the face of these extremely tiny sword intents.

Fine knife intention. Follow the more subtle cutting texture!

Yang Qian was enlightened instantly!

(End of this chapter)