Using Nether Vision's clairvoyant abilities, Chen Hao finally spotted a suspicious character inside an abandoned old factory in the northern district of Y City after half an hour of observation from the rooftop.

The man had a narrow face and long chin, his features extremely sinister. He lit eight candles on the floor and arranged them into an Eight Trigrams Array with red string, then positioned himself in the middle of the array, with his eyes tightly closed. To his left, Chen Hao saw a brass bell the size of a pear; every minute, the man would shake the bell and mumble a spell.

"Found him!" Chen Hao suddenly opened his eyes and muttered to himself, "It must be him, no doubt about it!"

Then, he turned to Tang Chao and said, "Quick, take me to Tianhu Street in the northern district!"

Tang Chao nodded in agreement, and with Chen Hao, leaped up and disappeared into the night sky.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Ye Yuqiao stood alone on the balcony. After seeing Tang Chao and Chen Hao fly across the night sky, she furrowed her brows and murmured, "Annoying guy, you better be careful."

As he was being carried swiftly between skyscrapers by Tang Chao, Chen Hao suddenly sneezed. Being somewhat acrophobic, he closed his eyes and dared not to gaze downward at the night view of Y City; the piercing wind tore at his clothes and howled in his ears.

Having nothing else to do, he began to recall certain images and scenes he had seen through his Nether Eye Power. His face suddenly flushed red, and an evil grin involuntarily crept across his lips. However, he quickly restrained his smile, feeling a bit uneasy, wondering whether Ye Yuqiao would get mad if she knew what he had seen.

Fifteen minutes later, Tang Chao brought Chen Hao to the front of the abandoned factory.

"It's already 11:15 PM," Tang Chao seemed a bit anxious.

"Mmm!" Chen Hao nodded with a bit of guilt, regretting why he hadn't promised to deliver the antidote by two or three in the morning, which would have given them more time. He patted Tang Chao's shoulder confidently and said, "Don't worry, everything will be alright."

Tang Chao nodded and smiled, "I believe in you!"

Afterward, Chen Hao walked into the old factory alone, with Tang Chao waiting outside.

The old factory was filled with dust. As soon as Chen Hao entered, his gaze was immediately captured by the Eight Trigrams Array adorned with the eight candles.

"You've finally come!" The Corpse Driver Master sitting inside the array opened his eyes, speaking in a bizarre tone. Through his spell, he had seen Chen Hao scorch his two Yin Souls that he had painstakingly nurtured for years with the purple flame that erupted from his left eye. Then, he stood up from the array, a strange smile on his pale face, and continued, "You have burned my Yin Souls. How do you plan to compensate me?"

Chen Hao raised his fist and chuckled lightly, "How many punches would you like? Feel free to ask for them!"

"Hmmph!" The Corpse Driver Master's pale face creased into a sinister smile, "I find your left eye and your flesh very interesting. Using your flesh as a Soul Corpse would undoubtedly be perfect!"

Purple light flickered in Chen Hao's left eye. After a loud shout, he charged toward the Corpse Driver Master with his fists ready.

Seeing Chen Hao rush in, the Corpse Driver Master closed his eyes and chanted a spell.

As Chen Hao neared his formation, the Corpse Driver Master opened his eyes again, flashing a pale yellow light. Instantly, the Eight Trigrams Array formed by the red candles on the ground stood upright. Using his Nether Eye, Chen Hao could see the array turn into a dark gate, like the mouth of a giant beast, lunging at him to swallow him whole.

"Yang Soul Prison!" the Corpse Driver Master shouted loudly.

"Eh!" Chen Hao's face showed surprise, thinking to himself that the Yang Soul Prison should lock the Yang Spirit, but he didn't have a Yang Spirit, so it must be ineffective against him, right?

With a mixture of curiosity and anticipation, Chen Hao couldn't help but step forward into the Eight Trigrams Array gateway.

Instantly, Chen Hao froze in place!

"Collapse the array!" said the Corpse Driver Master, his voice tinged with barely-concealed excitement. As soon as the words left his mouth, the erected Eight Trigrams Array slowly fell to the ground, each candle returning precisely to its original place.

The Corpse Driver Master chuckled, then walked up to Chen Hao, getting very close to observe his left eye. After studying it for a while, he took out a Soul-collecting Bottle from his waist, removed the lid, intending to release the Yin Soul inside and replace it with Chen Hao's.

He bowed his head, humming a merry tune. Just as he was about to swing the Soul-collecting Bottle over the ground to release the Yin Soul, a punch, carrying immense force, suddenly landed on his face!

Instantly, stars burst in the Corpse Driver Master's eyes as the world spun wildly and his head swam. After blinking his eyes several times, the Corpse Driver Master, looking dazed, stared at Chen Hao in surprise, "You weren't trapped by my Yang Soul Prison!"

In all his years, this was the first time the Corpse Driver Master had encountered someone able to evade the Yang Soul Prison.

"Do you know why?" Chen Hao stepped forward, grabbed the Corpse Driver Master by the collar, and asked.

The Corpse Driver Master furrowed his brow in thought for a moment, when suddenly a gleam flashed in his eyes, followed by widening them in shock as he asked, "Could it be that you have no Yang Spirit in your body?"

Chen Hao did not respond, but instead flashed a hearty smile on his face. In an instant, he gathered the Nether Eye Power in his left hand and punched the Corpse Driver Master in the face, then lifted his left foot and kicked the Corpse Driver Master to the floor.

"Bring me the antidote for the corpse poison!" Chen Hao yelled at the Corpse Driver Master.

After falling to the ground, the Corpse Driver Master's pale face showed no sign of pain; instead, he revealed a strange smile. "I am becoming more and more interested in you!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a series of light but rapid footsteps came from both sides.

Chen Hao quickly glanced sideways and saw more than a dozen fierce-looking Soul Corpses emerge from behind a row of abandoned machinery along the wall, quickly closing in on him.

Before he could react, his waist was tightly embraced by a Soul Corpse that suddenly attacked from behind, and then his head, hands, and feet were each tightly grabbed by seven or eight people, rendering him immobile!

Chen Hao let out a roar, attempting to force out the Yang Energy to injure those Yin Soul people.

"Hmph!" The Corpse Driver Master sneered, throwing a charm from his hand toward Chen Hao's chest.

Immediately, Chen Hao felt the Yang Energy he was about to expel from his body forcibly pushed back inside.

"Ahhh!" Following a heart-wrenching scream from Chen Hao, fresh red blood spattered on the cold ground—his body was torn apart by the Soul Corpses. His head was thrown into the air, blood spraying in mid-flight; his arms and legs, like uprooted carrots with dripping red roots, while his torso still held by the Yin Soul behind, the wounds of being forcibly torn apart gushed blood like a spring.

"Heh heh!" The Corpse Driver Master sneered viciously, excited by the bloody scene. "What was once a perfect corpse will now need to be sewn up with ugly stitches!"

Then, the Corpse Driver Master returned to the center of the Eight Trigrams Array, sat down on the ground, and closed his eyes. He picked up the golden bell in his left hand, gave it two shakes, and all the Soul Corpses in the factory neatly lined up.

"Go and bring me that girl named Tang Jing!" The Corpse Driver Master ordered the group of Soul Corpses who were obedient to his every command. He rang the bell eight times again, and the Soul Corpses filed out of the factory in a line.

"Who said anything about sewing up with stitches?" At that moment, a voice drifted into the Corpse Driver Master's ears. He opened his eyes and was utterly dumbfounded, his face filled with disbelief.

After a long while, the Corpse Driver Master came back to his senses from the shock. He quickly rang the bell, ordering the Soul Corpses, who had already lined up and left the factory, to return swiftly.

But it was too late, Chen Hao was already surrounded by a massive amount of Yang Energy.

"Unleash a thousand arrows!" Chen Hao gritted his teeth and hissed, then hundreds of Yang Energy arrows flew out from his body, raining down on the group of Soul Corpses like a sudden downpour.

After the Yang Energy arrows killed the Yin Souls attached to the Soul Corpses, a fierce and dazzling purple flame burst forth from Chen Hao's left eye, like a purple flame dragon crossing the sky, burning the Primordial Spirits and Primordial Souls of the thirty or so Yin Souls that had dispersed into the air to nothing.

"You!" The Corpse Driver Master jumped up from the ground, his face turning an ashen blue with anger! The Yin Souls he had painstakingly collected and raised over the years had been completely incinerated by Chen Hao in one night.

"What 'you'?" Chen Hao glared at the Corpse Driver Master, "Hand over the antidote right now, or else I won't be polite!"

The Corpse Driver Master stepped out of the Eight Trigrams Array and glared furiously at Chen Hao, "Deliver that girl to the Li Family and replace the thirty or so Yin Souls for me, otherwise forget about me handing over the antidote!"

"You're really asking for it!" Chen Hao hissed through clenched teeth, and the moment he finished speaking, his fist had already smashed into the Corpse Driver Master's face.

The Corpse Driver Master chuckled lightly, as if unbothered.

It was then that Chen Hao noticed something unusual: he had already pounded two hard punches onto the Corpse Driver Master's face, but there wasn't a single mark of injury on it. Anyone else would have been bruised and battered by now.

The Corpse Driver Master suddenly punched Chen Hao in the stomach and sneered, "Go ahead and beat me to death, I can't feel any pain anyway!"

"Hiss!" After taking a punch, Chen Hao couldn't help but let out a sharp hiss. After catching his breath, he transferred fifty percent of the Nether Eye Power to his right hand, then swung his fist at the fortune teller's right face.

With a crack, the sound of breaking bones, the Corpse Driver Master's face twisted and deformed, squeezed to one side of his left cheek.

Next, something Chen Hao had not anticipated happened...

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