The old man in the garden also received the news. He slightly furrowed his brows and then let out a small sigh.
Although it was known long ago that the gentleman and the old lady were like fire and water, when this day finally arrived, he felt extremely uneasy.
Who could have thought that the person the gentleman once trusted and respected most would become a sworn enemy?
He glanced behind him at his somewhat aged body, yet it stood firm like pine and cypress.
No matter what happened, as long as the door to this atrium remained unopened, he would guard it to the death.
The shadows in masks, though reacting slower than normal people, had a heightened awareness of killing intent, unusual for ordinary individuals.
Especially now, even though they sensed the killing intent, they couldn’t pinpoint its source, causing them to become slightly agitated.
Yun Ran, however, was completely unaffected by the outside, her gaze fixed tightly on the remnant soul that had already exposed its shoulders.
At this moment, the incense had already burned halfway, and over a dozen grains of Merit Golden Light had ignited.
"Truly worthy of being a Spirit Puppet created by Qingfeng Temple, its self-control is exceptional!"
These items seemed scarce, but being of the finest quality, they were more than sufficient for summoning spirits and consulting ghosts.
Even Mo Zhi, a ghost general bearing merit, couldn’t withstand such aroma, knocking himself unconscious to endure it.
At this moment, Yun Ran felt somewhat relieved that the one tightly clinging to Wang Mian was just a remnant soul, otherwise, she might really have to use the Little Purification Bottle.
Perhaps having absorbed too much smoke, the remnant soul seemed a bit smarter and retracted slightly, bringing its shoulders back in, leaving only its neck outside.
Yun Ran was somewhat speechless; this tendency to flee right after eating was so like her unruly senior uncle.
"You ate my offerings and still want to run, aren’t you underestimating me?"
Saying this, Yun Ran flung a completely white ribbon, wrapping it around the remnant soul’s neck, pulling it out forcefully.
Uh (⊙o⊙)..., a bit embarrassing, it didn’t budge.
This had never happened before; after eating her incense and being caught by her special ribbon for capturing Spirit Puppets, it still wouldn’t move!
Alright then, this confirms it, only her little senior uncle’s Spirit Puppets evade her grasp, anyone else’s—like her master’s—would be a sure catch.
"Hurry up and come out, or else don’t blame me for being rude. Don’t think just because you have the little senior uncle backing you, I’m afraid of you, this is another small world, the little senior uncle can’t protect you here!"
Yun Ran knew the Spirit Puppet could understand her, but it clearly didn’t want to listen, struggling hard to return to Wang Mian’s body.
"So you dare to be stubborn with me, eh? Don’t think I’ll pity you just because you’re a remnant soul; believe it or not, I’ll stuff you into a wooden puppet!"
Saying this, Yun Ran took out a very ugly carved wooden figure, blatantly intimidating the Spirit Puppet before her.
The ribbon slightly trembled, and Yun Ran knew that the Spirit Puppet was finally frightened, the power battling her vanished suddenly.
"Glad you know fear, come out quickly, don’t force me to slap you!"
With that, Yun Ran gave another forceful tug, easily pulling out the remnant soul this time.
If this entity hadn’t consumed her incense, it would’ve been a challenge to catch.
Should she ever have the chance to return, she would definitely suggest to her little senior uncle that these stubborn Spirit Puppets should be locked up!
However, this thought changed as soon as the full appearance of the remnant soul was revealed; Yun Ran’s expression shifted from disdain to empathy.
The remnant soul surprisingly had only half a leg; its arms were also incomplete, clearly torn apart.
What immense power it must have taken to tear a Spirit Puppet apart , no wonder the remnant soul’s aura was so unstable.
Had it not been caught by the instrument led by the Wang Family, it would likely have already vanished.
As these thoughts formed, a thunderous clap resounded in the sky, filled with the boundless wrath of the Heavenly Dao.
Alright, fine; she was already a prime target of the Heavenly Dao’s rejection, only barely patching some flaws in her Life Chart using Merit Golden Light.
Now, a remnant soul related to Yun Ran squeezed into this small world from the outside.
No need to think to guess how angry the Heavenly Dao was now; it wouldn’t be satisfied without tearing her to pieces.
Yun Ran swiftly inserted the final half-powered Golden Feather into the remnant soul’s head.
It originally only had half a head, now it had an additional hole.
The power accumulated in the Heavenly Thunder was enough to destroy everything within a hundred-mile radius; naturally, Yun Ran didn’t want those in the vicinity to suffer because of her.
In an instant, she drew out the Merit Golden Light used to repair her Life Chart, drawing an Eight Trigrams Array, and then slammed her palm into the ground.
The mountains nearby originally contained nature’s spirit, which the forcibly implanted Merit Eight Trigrams Array activated.
This vitality quickly shrouded the remnant soul’s aura, and with the Golden Feather’s protection, the Heavenly Thunder lost its target.
Having spent a considerable amount of Merit Golden Light, Yun Ran’s face turned pale, but thankfully the surrounding vitality was rich.
Yun Ran sat cross-legged on the ground, using breathing control for a while to regain her strength.
Yun Ran, eyes closed, sensed an unfamiliar gaze upon her, different from the remnant soul; upon opening her eyes, she met Wang Mian, who had somehow awoken sitting up high.
"Who are you? Was it you who saved me?"
If she hadn’t almost exhausted herself earlier, she would definitely retort: who else but me? If your eyes are useless, them!
Perhaps it was Yun Ran’s gaze being so speechless that Wang Mian found it hard to ignore.
He frowned, feeling like his mind was suddenly filled with strange memories upon waking.
For instance, this little girl before him, whom he’d never seen before, could appear confidently in his room alone.
By conventional logic, he should immediately have someone drag this little girl out.
But, strangely, just as this doubt arose, an image suddenly appeared in his mind.
He seemed to see the little girl before him, engaged in all sorts of mischievous behavior, but he was unwilling to be angry at her.
Thinking that someone might want to punish the little girl before him under his watch made him furious.
As if this little girl was his most beloved child.
The uncanny memories plunged Wang Mian into silence, his head buzzing.