Yama Rising

Chapter 548: Third Chapter of the Miracle (1)

Chapter 548: Third Chapter of the Miracle (1)

Whoosh… There was a stir throughout Hanyang City.

Meanwhile, countless mortal experts who possessed the Yin-Yang eyes shuddered violently and shrank back behind the altars in their churches and cathedrals with intense fear. The mournful chorus of ghastly wails resounded throughout 600 square kilometers of land. Even their religious sculptures and stained glass windows rattled as though they were experiencing a minor earthquake.

Qin Ye could tell at once the cultivation of the mysterious entity that had just joined the fray. At once, his mind was filled with a series of thoughts.

The attack on me is just a farce. His true intention is clearly to rescue Ahn Somi. After all, that seemingly grand attack of his is so diffuse and sparse that it doesn’t contain the density of Yin energy required to threaten my existence. Rather, it’s clear that he’s doing all this in order to channel his Yin energy towards Ahn Somi in preparation to draw her back and rescue her from certain death.

“But to think you’d actually personally show up just for Ahn Somi. Is a mere Hellguard-class Yin spirit really worthy of the protection of an Abyssal Prefect? What secrets does she hide? Why would you treat her with such importance that you’d expose yourself to one of the four major underworlds just to rescue her? You know, the more you feel like rescuing her… the more I’d like to know what’s written in the script of your so-called god of death…”

An Abyssal Prefect is practically a god-like existence. Fortunately, our enemy this time is merely an Infernal Judge. He wouldn’t be able to--... Hang on… W-what’s going on?!

The massive cloud of Yin energy arising out of the Abyssal Prefect’s earlier strike had transformed into a funnel of energy. Meanwhile, another Yin spirit wearing ancient Cathayan armor had opened up his mouth at the end of the funnel, devouring the Yin energy from the Abyssal Prefect like a tiny black hole!

Ahn Somi was horrified to discover that the black hole contained such great suction force that even she was frantically being sucked into its mouth!

“Sigh…” The Abyssal Prefect sighed.

It was precisely because the Abyssal Prefect’s earlier strike had a far stronger bark than its bite that Qin Ye decided to lap it all up with his spatial spirit. To think that this Infernal Judge was able to discern our relative positions in just the spur of the moment… Is this the might of one of the top underworlds of the netherworld?

Ahn Somi was only an Anitya Hellguard. There was no way she could escape from the mighty suction force of one of the most powerful special Yin spirits known to the netherworld. If the Abyssal Prefect were to rescue her, he would have no choice but to take the fight directly to Qin Ye. That said, the longer time dragged on, the more likely his identity would be exposed to the Infernal Judge!

Just then, the cries of innumerable ghosts suddenly erupted from all around Ahn Somi. She was ostensibly being dragged back from mid-air when she gasped in horror and glanced around, only to realize that the Yin energy that had earlier enveloped her had already transformed into countless grievous spirits that were screaming, hissing and madly pouncing at her body, as though they were desperately trying to tear her to shreds!

No response.

“What’s that…” The evil ghosts in the cloud of Yin energy shrieked in fear, while two scarlet eyes abruptly lit up from the cloud and stared straight in Qin Ye’s direction

It was golden in colour, with exquisite patterns carved in gold. A golden spirit could be seen screaming and pulsing from within. The ink at the tip of the brush was also gold in colour. It looked flashy, bright and royal. All it took was one look for the Abyssal Prefect hidden in the cloud of Yin energy to shriek at the top of his voice and recoil in horror.

Its voice was filled with fear. A split second later, it transformed back into a stream of nethergale and whisked away all of its remaining Yin energy in the vicinity, together with the multitude of grievous spirits that were earlier plaguing Ahn Somi. All it took was three seconds before the skies above Saint Virtue High School cleared up once more, leaving Ahn Somi all alone.

“Woah. That good?” Qin Ye stared at the brush in his hand with astonishment as he playfully drew in the air, “Tsk, tsk, tsk… What kind of evil things have Brother Xu done abroad to cause an Abyssal Prefect to discard everything on hand and retreat at once? To think he couldn’t even be bothered about the clues pertaining to the script of the nameless god of death!”

In that instant, Qin Ye got the feeling that this trip to Daehan might possibly go much smoother than he thought, particularly when he had Fate to rely on. He reveled in his joy for several moments more, and then finally turned to Ahn Somi.

Fortunately, she was still alive.

Woooooo!! Just then, a series of sirens blared from right outside Saint Virtue High School. Qin Ye curled his finger, and his spatial spirit swallowed Ahn Somi in one bite. Then, they both vanished without a trace.

Pain. There’s pain everywhere.

She couldn’t tell whose home this was, but she could tell it was adorned with luxurious Cathayan elements and decors. SHe gritted her teeth and examined her surroundings, fighting through the pain of having her body devoured by a group of grievous ghosts. Moments later, when her gaze fell on the sofa in the room, she paused. And then, she shuddered wildly.

The distinct aura of an Infernal Judge was pouring out from his body. Meanwhile, an Anitya Hellguard and a Soul Hunter sat right beside the Infernal Judge. All three were staring right at her.

Her lips trembled. Did I… end up getting captured by him after all? In that instant, she knew full well that her chances of survival were slim to none.

“Oh?” Qin Ye gently swirled the tea in his teacup. He was pleasantly surprised to discover Lee Jung-sook’s abode stocked up with good tea.

Ahn Somi smiled bitterly.

“All I ask is that you allow me a quick and painless death…” She suppressed the intense pain surging from her spiritual body as she continued hoarsely, “There no longer any place for me in Daehan. The fact that I was captured by you will be known to everyone, and even if you decide to let me off, nobody would ever trust me again…”

Qin Ye’s eyes flickered softly. He was deliberating how he should go about with his interrogations.

Three questions that pointed to three different objectives.

After pondering for some time, Qin Ye finally got down to business, “Are you a Daeian Yin spirit?”

“And you’re doing business for the Russian Eastern Orthodox Underworld?”

How shabby… Qin Ye raised an eyebrow quizzically as he continued to listen intently.

“In the beginning, we were wholeheartedly devoted to Liu Yu. He’s powerful… terrifyingly powerful. But, as you know, there’s never been a break in communications and interactions between nations.” She bit down on her lower lips, and then suddenly quipped, “My Lord… is it possible to relieve some of the pain I’m experiencing right now? It’s… distracting me from my train of thoughts…”

Ahn Somi’s eyes flickered, and she heaved a long sigh of relief as she went on, “Furthermore, one of the most prevalent religions in Daehan has always been Catholicism. Catholicism and the Eastern Orthodox Church both hail from the same lineage. Thus, since time immemorial, Daehan has always seen a number of Russian Yin spirits among its numbers.”

This was a little tango between nations. In future, when Hell finally opens its gates on the international platform, it will likewise see an influx of Yin spirits of other religions or allegiances. This was a situation that he would eventually have to come to terms with.

The room was silent. Qin Ye knew that she was getting to the climax of her story.

Qin Ye raised his hand with a question, “Marquis?”

That certainly gives it a local flair… Qin Ye nodded, “So who was the one who made you this offer? And what were you required to do?”

“Pyotr Alexandrovich Rumyantsev-Zadunaisky, nicknamed the Lord of the Danube. He’s one of the ten marshals of the Russian Underworld, and also the director of this mission! Consul General! One of the special Russian envoys to Daehan!”

Qin Ye paused for a moment, and then shook his head with great emotion.

How did the dispute between modern day Rus and Turquia come about?

It was all because of this man!

1. By the way, for those who have forgotten, the four major underworlds are those with ‘nuclear’ powers, which are Hell, the Argosian underworld, the Hindustani underworld, and the Aegyptian underworld.

2. Turkey.