Chapter 477 - 477: 477 If You’re Not Even Willing to Be a Good Person, You Might As Well Stop Being One

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

“Dr. Chen,” Zhao Shandong said impatiently, “please tell me how long my son can live. If I smash this white jade Guanyin statue, will my son’s problem be solved? Will it be truly solved?”

“Smash the White Jade Guanyin, and your son will recover; his health will return.”

“As for how long he can live, it depends on Wang Kang’s mood, entirely on

Wang Kang’s mood.”

“Maybe tomorrow will be the day your son dies; maybe it will be ten or twenty years from now.”

“Wang Kang has grasped your son’s birth characters,” Chen Yu said lightly, his voice light and casual. “It’s equivalent to grasping his lifeline completely in his hands.”

“He could force the spirit of the tomb owner in the White Jade Guanyin to curse your son.”

“He would be a vegetable, having to rely on you to keep him alive.”

Hearing this, Zhao Shandong naturally understood, and a realization dawned on him.

Wang Kang’s plan was too vicious—truly too vicious!

He had boasted in front of Wang Kang more than once that he had a well-behaved and sensible son to support him in his old age.

Now, Wang Kang has turned Zhao Yong into a half-dead person, a living vegetable.

Not only could his son not support his father in his old age, but instead, he was the one who needed to take care of his son daily.

If he hadn’t met Chen Yu, Zhao Shandong might have had to say goodbye to his son forever!

“The White Jade Guanyin is the resting place of the deceased souls of the tomb owner,” Chen Yu explained. “Once the White Jade Guanyin is destroyed, the soul of the tomb owner will no longer exist and will cease to be.”

“Is it that simple?” Zhao Shandong asked doubtfully.

“It’s that simple,” Chen Yu shrugged. “If you’re still worried, I’ll smash it for you.”

“That’s for the best, Dr. Chen.” Zhao Shandong agreed, his voice filled with agreement.

Although he was angry, Zhao Shandong did not forget that a malevolent spirit was trapped within.

If anything happened during the process of smashing the White Jade Guanyin, Zhao Shandong would not be prepared to handle it.

Professional matters should be left to the professionals; that was the only logical course of action.

Chen Yu arrived beside the White Jade Guanyin; his steps were measured and calm.

He casually extended his right hand and placed it on the head of the White Jade Guanyin.

Cracks appeared on the flawless White Jade Guanyin, spreading across the surface.

The crack began to expand at a speed visible to the naked eye, growing larger by the second.

Immediately after, Zhao Shandong heard the crisp sound of jade shattering, a sound that sent shivers down his spine.

The half-meter-tall White Jade Guanyin shattered into countless pieces, fragments scattered everywhere.

At the same time, a wisp of black smoke drifted out from the broken White Jade Guanyin.

The black smoke floating in the air quickly condensed into a horrifying human shape.

“Ghost… The ghost is out! Dr. Chen, save me!” Zhao Shandong screamed, his voice filled with terror.

Chen Yu looked at the deceased soul of the tomb owner in the air nonchalantly, a nonchalant look on his face.

With a faint smile, he said, “You’ve done a lot of evil when you were alive. After you die, you continue to harm the human world. Do you want me to give you a dignified death?”

The deceased soul of the tomb owner, condensed into a human form, was a tyrant who had committed crimes when he was alive, a man who revelled in cruelty.

“How dare you speak to me in that tone? I’ll eat you alive!”

While the spirit didn’t understand what Chen Yu meant, he knew it wasn’t anything good.

He morphed into a terrifying appearance, demanding that Chen Yu kowtow to him immediately, or else he would eat Chen Yu and Zhao Shandong.

“Please… please don’t eat me! I didn’t say anything…”

Zhao Shandong quivered, cowering into a ball while covering his head with his hands.

“You’re already dead,” Chen Yu mocked, his voice dripping with scorn. “You still crave flesh? No wonder you were trapped in the White Jade Guanyin for over a thousand years.”

The deceased soul of the tomb owner bristled. “Trapped? What do you mean trapped?”

“Exactly what I said,” Chen Yu smirked. “In life, you were a tyrannical overlord. You committed countless atrocities, enough to make the heavens weep. The innocent lives you destroyed are as numerous as the sands of the Ganges.” “Your reckoning had to come. A descendant of one of your victims tampered with your funerary objects as an evil soul like yours wasn’t fit for reincarnation.”

“They trapped you within the White Jade Guanyin, a gilded cage, for over a millennium. Not a pleasant experience, is it?”

Understanding dawned on the spirit. “No wonder I couldn’t escape the Guanyin. I was tricked!” His expression contorted in fury.

“Enough chit-chat,” Chen Yu said dismissively. “Let’s get down to business.

Here’s the deal, either you head on to the underworld, or I’ll send you there.” The spirit scoffed. “Ignorant child! You think you can fight me?”

He might be a ghost, unable to devour the living, but dealing with mortals was child’s play.

Chen Yu’s disdainful expression further enraged the spirit. It transformed into a swirling mass of black smoke, with two skeletal hands reaching out from within.

Reacting swiftly, Chen Yu formed his fingers into a sword-like gesture and pointed at the smoke.

Whoom!

A golden light erupted from his fingertip, piercing through the black smoke like an arrow.

A bloodcurdling shriek tore from the spirit as it materialized back into a human form, scrambling toward the window in a desperate attempt to escape. “Going so soon?” Chen Yu sneered. “Why the sudden rush?”

Realizing it had underestimated its opponent, the malevolent spirit tried to escape; revenge would have to wait.

Alas, a golden barrier shimmered at the window.

Contact with the golden barrier sent a jolt of searing pain through the spirit, flinging it back to the center of the room like a ragdoll.

Panic seized the spirit. This room was like a gilded cage!

Every escape attempt resulted in a painful rebound from the golden light.

After countless failed attempts, the spirit finally understood.

Chen Yu was a warlock, as only warlocks were capable of controlling spirits. Knowing it was outmatched, the spirit resorted to desperate bargaining. It would do three tasks for Chen Yu—anything—in exchange for freedom. “Three tasks are unnecessary,” Chen Yu replied coolly. “Just one promise will suffice.”

“What is it?” The spirit rasped, wary.

“Be a good person in your next life.”

The deceased soul’s eyes widened in outrage. “You dare trick me, little brat!” “It seems we can’t reach an agreement,” Chen Yu sighed. “If you refuse to be good, then being human is clearly not for you.”

With a flick of his fingers, three bursts of energy struck the spirit. It inflated rapidly, then exploded in mid-air with a muffled boom.

“I offered you a chance at redemption,” Chen Yu said with a cold smile. “But you forced my hand.”

Zhao Shandong collapsed onto the floor, his worldview shattered.

The fantastical tales of gods and ghosts were real!

He had just witnessed a battle between a human and a spirit..