Chapter 60 Revenge

Hearing this, Yang Xuan clenched his fists, his fingernails involuntarily digging into his palms.

This Huang Yuhang was too vicious, practically worse than a beast.

"I want to kill him!" Huang Erya opened her blood-red eyes and roared with utmost fury, "I will tear him to pieces!"

Huang Erya's words were filled with monstrous rage, as if they could burn down the firmament.

"Don't be in such a rush to shout about killing and fighting. Listen carefully to me; I will help you take revenge," Yang Xuan appeased. "As for how to do it, I will figure out a way. The most crucial thing for you right now is to conserve your energy and try to recover a bit of strength, so that you can better exact your revenge."

Huang Erya nodded, then sat cross-legged, adjusted her breathing, and slowly steadied her emotions.

Yang Xuan sat down as well, keeping a quiet vigil beside her.

Time passed. Soon, the middle of the night had gone, and dawn was approaching.

"Little brother, what is your name?"

Huang Erya's breathing finally smoothed out as she raised her head to look at Yang Xuan.

Yang Xuan paused for a moment before replying, "Yang Xuan."

"Yang Xuan?" Huang Erya muttered, "That name sounds so familiar."

"You know me?" Yang Xuan raised an eyebrow.

"I seem to have seen you before..." Huang Erya pondered for a while, then shook her head. "I don't remember. I just have a feeling I've met you somewhere, but I can't recall the specifics."

Yang Xuan touched his nose thoughtfully. Could it be that his handsome appearance made him prone to catching people's attention?

"Yang Xuan, I don't have the strength to use my mystical arts right now, so I'm afraid I can't help you today. Once I've regained my spirit, I will contact you." Huang Erya sighed. "Alas, my current soul state is far too weak; I simply cannot gather my full power."

Yang Xuan understood inwardly. Although Huang Erya's soul was damaged, it had not dissipated, which was why she had been able to hold on until now.

"Alright, I'll keep an eye out for you."

"Thank you."

Huang Erya bowed to Yang Xuan once more and then drifted into a deep sleep.

Seeing that she had fallen asleep, Yang Xuan quietly took his leave.

The next day, as the sky was just beginning to brighten, Yang Xuan awoke. He looked at the gradually whitening sky outside, a trace of icy, cold light flashing across the depths of his eyes.

The information Huang Erya provided last night was scarce, merely giving Yang Xuan a general idea of the situation.

The Huang family's influence in this village could not be underestimated. Huang Yuhang was the sole heir of the Huang family, so naturally, he was treasured immensely.

If Yang Xuan wanted to make a move against him, it would take some effort and carry a certain degree of danger. However, Yang Xuan feared no difficulties; even if thorns lay ahead, he would press forward without hesitation.

Having decided to help Huang Erya avenge her grievances, Yang Xuan began to secretly observe Huang Yuhang.

Sure enough, Huang Yuhang sneaked out early in the morning, heaven knows where to mess around.

Huang Yuhang's drinking buddies went to the town to gamble every single day. Today happened to be Friday, and they had gone out to carouse once more.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Yang Xuan sneaked into the Huang residence.

The walls of the Huang courtyard were towering, making it extremely difficult for ordinary people to climb over, but for Yang Xuan, it was a piece of cake.

Yang Xuan pulled a few talisman papers from his bosom, chanted an incantation, and the talismans instantly transformed into golden lights that flew inside.

The door of the Huang house was left ajar. Yang Xuan pushed it open and walked straight into the room.

The furnishings inside were very simple: an eight-immortals table, two chairs, and a bed. There was nothing else besides these.

Lying on the bed was a woman—Huang Yuhang's mother. Her eyes were tightly closed, her complexion pale, and her body rigid, clearly having been dead for some time.

Yang Xuan frowned, walked up to the bed, and reached out to check her pulse. A moment later, his eyes widened sharply.

"She... she has been dead for more than three days?"

Yang Xuan's expression turned solemn; this matter exceeded his expectations.

Initially, Yang Xuan had only thought that Huang Erya had been harmed because she was defiled by Huang Yuhang. But now, it seemed there was another hidden story.

"This Huang Yuhang has some truly daring guts," Yang Xuan curved his lips into a mocking smile. "He even dared to kill his own mother?"

This matter was by no means accidental; it was undoubtedly a murder case.

Yang Xuan glanced at the corpse on the bed, his eyes flashing with an unusual brilliance. Then, he turned and went outside, ready to continue tracking Huang Yuhang.

"System, can you summon a netherworld deity to possess me?" Yang Xuan asked internally.

[Ding! Please wait, host.]

[Successfully summoned a Judge. Possession requires consuming five thousand merit points. Does the host confirm the summons?]

Yang Xuan took a deep breath and grit his teeth. "Confirmed."

[Possession successful!]

Following the voice, an ice-cold, piercing aura drilled into Yang Xuan's body, causing him to tremble involuntarily.

The next second, an image abruptly surfaced in Yang Xuan's mind.

The Agents of Imperfection, Ox-Head and Horse-Face, escorting countless prisoners returning from the netherworld. Such a grand procession was enough to stun the entire world!

Yang Xuan suppressed his excitement and forced himself to calm down. He slowly closed his eyes and summoned the Black and White Impermanence to assist him.

Soon, a gust of ghostly wind blew past, and two hazy figures materialized out of thin air before Yang Xuan.

One wore a white robe, the other a black robe. Both carried long swords on their backs, looking dashing and spirited.

"Greetings, Judge," the two said in unison.

"At ease," Yang Xuan waved a hand. "A murder has occurred here. The two of you, investigate this person's lifespan."

"As you command." After saluting, the two divided the work and performed their respective duties, growing busy.

"Her remaining lifespan was about ten years, and her cause of death should have been passing away of old age." The two paused briefly before continuing, "However, she now died at the hands of her biological son, and the fatal wound is a stab to the chest."

Upon hearing this, Yang Xuan fell into silence.

"Over these years, what illegal and unruly deeds has the Huang family committed?" After a moment, Yang Xuan asked.

Black and White Impermanence shook their heads. They were beings of the underworld and only managed matters related to ghosts and spirits; everything else had nothing to do with them, so they were unaware.

"Very well, I understand," Yang Xuan nodded.

Yang Xuan planned to find an opportune moment to confront Huang Yuhang, seeing as Huang Yuhang was currently away from the village.

After the Black and White Impermanence departed, the Judge's possession state also dissipated.

Yang Xuan cast his gaze toward the woman on the bed, his eyes chilling slightly.

This woman's cause of death was linked to Huang Yuhang. Now, her soul had already left her physical body and its whereabouts were unknown.

"As expected of a Judge of the netherworld," Yang Xuan sighed with deep emotion. "To actually possess such heaven-defying abilities."

However, this state could not be sustained for long. He estimated that at most within the time it takes to burn half a stick of incense, the Judge would return to normal and retreat back to the netherworld.

Not long after, Yang Xuan heard the commotion of hurried footsteps outside. Many people were running toward this direction, and he quickly hid in the bushes nearby.

Moments later, a crowd surged in. Leading them was Huang Yuhang, accompanied by Huang Yuhang's father, the village chief.

Following behind them were various other villagers.

As soon as they stepped through the door, they began chattering noisily, discussing the cause of death of Huang Yuhang's mother, making such a racket that the entire courtyard was stripped of any peace.