The light of the sword is like the moon reflecting on Kyushu

Chapter 2035 Digging one’s own grave
If it weren't for the thought of catching up with Feng Jiuxiao, Xiong Mengyan would have liked to play a little longer.

It's so much fun!

With each vibration of the strings, the corpses would mimic a single movement!
She earnestly played a piece called "Yangge Dance," a classical dance from the Han Dynasty. It's simple yet bold, with simple yet powerful movements: walking in a cross-step, twisting the hips, then moving forward, backward, left, and right, while simultaneously waving a red silk ribbon in a figure-eight motion. The mnemonic is: "Twisting like a willow swaying in the wind, smiling like a wheat ear bending!"

What I found amusing was that a whole bunch of old men were there twisting their waists and swaying their butts, it was quite comical!

If there were other people around, they might be scared out of their wits!
This scene is absolutely terrifying and bizarre!
A group of expressionless, empty-eyed dead people were actually dancing in an orderly fashion. Who would believe it?

There were a few living people among the corpses, but they stopped jumping as they jumped. Although they were dead, their movements were seamless and there was no pause. The transition from life to death was exceptionally smooth.

Because her heart was set on Feng Jiuxiao, Xiong Mengyan had no choice but to give up controlling the instrument. Suddenly, her fingers plucked all the strings, and the notes of the zither flowed like water, a melody that broke hearts and left everyone bewildered. The music stopped abruptly, and all the dancing corpses collapsed at the same time.

"time to go!"

Wang Sheng said, "I see you're still not done, why did you stop?"

Duanmu Yan said, "Yes, you finally have something happy to do, and you want to leave so soon?"

Wang Sheng said, "Their carriage isn't going fast, they can catch up."

Xiong Mengyan said, "Let's go, I'm tired."

Wang Sheng and Duanmu Yan exchanged a glance and remained silent.

What good are all the pleasures in the world compared to being by the side of your lover? Even though that so-called lover is just a one-sided infatuation, and he doesn't acknowledge the relationship at all.

The three of them arrived at the beast's side and saw many corpses lying around. One of the corpses caught Wang Sheng's attention because he noticed that it still had a heartbeat!
There was a penetrating wound in his chest, which was indeed caused by his own flying sword!
How could the heart, pierced by the flying sword, still beat?

He went over and felt the man's pulse, but to his surprise, the man's pulse was beating even faster. Although he wasn't breathing, his face was getting increasingly pale. He understood what was going on and laughed, "Alright, stop pretending to be dead. I'll spare your life. You'll keep your word!"

Upon hearing this, the corpse immediately let out a long breath, as it had been holding its breath for so long and was in great discomfort!

He slowly sat up, knelt down and kowtowed to Wang Sheng: "Thank you for sparing my life!"

Wang Sheng asked, "What's your name?"

The man said, "Xiang Haichao of the Youlong Gang!"

"My sword clearly pierced your heart, so why aren't you dead?"

Xiang Haichao chuckled dryly: "My heart is a bit off-center! It's two inches off-center from the average person's!"

Most people's hearts are located to the left, but his is to the right, by two inches!

A small difference can lead to a huge error!
Duanmu Yan's gaze searched over the ferocious corpse for a long time before she frowned and said, "This ferocious beast has lived for over a thousand years and has already refined its inner core, but unfortunately someone beat it to it! The rest of its contents are also rare and extraordinary, but there's still something to regret!"

Looking at the corpses scattered all over the mountainside, Xiong Mengyan said, "No one escaped, right?"

Duanmu Yan said, "No! They all want to kill me. No one ran away halfway because they know that no one can escape. Climbing the mountain is their only chance!"

Wang Sheng suddenly said, "Could it be that Feng Jiuxiao took it?"

Duanmu Yan was taken aback, then her expression changed slightly, and she said blankly, "Without a doubt, it was him! Wasn't he the one who cleaved this beast in two? He couldn't have come to this treasure mountain empty-handed; he must have taken the most valuable things!"

Wang Sheng said, "It doesn't matter. Let's take as much as we can." He turned to look at Xiang Haichao, "You're getting a great deal, the whole thing is yours!"

Xiang Haichao dared not respond, and could only chuckle awkwardly!

How much flesh could he possibly cut from such a massive beast? He might dare to dream of taking the entire beast with him, but reality is harsh. Half a beast weighs several thousand kilograms, making it impossible to move. Two and a half beasts would be even more out of reach!
Wang Sheng filled a water bag with the blood of the ferocious beast—known as the Mad Battle Essence—then gouged out its eye—known as the Blood Glaze, cut off its horn—known as the Evil-Slaying Horn, and severed its five-colored tail—the Five Elements Tail Whip.

Duanmu Yan didn't make a move. He knew that Wang Sheng would definitely present all the treasures to Xiong Mengyan to choose from first!
Wang Sheng would share half of anything Xiong Mengyan wasn't interested in with her; the two had developed a tacit understanding over the years!

Seeing that he had taken enough, Wang Sheng gestured to Xiang Haichao, who was kneeling beside him, and said, "Brother, the rest are all yours!" Without turning back, he chased after Xiong Mengyan and Duanmu Yan.

Only when Wang Sheng's footsteps could no longer be heard did Xiang Haichao dare to look up. After glancing again to make sure Wang Sheng was out of sight, he stood up and quickly took out a large water bag to collect the blood. The weather was cold after the snow, and the blood was almost congealed, so he used a short knife to cut off a large pile of blood clots and wrapped them in red silk. He weighed it in his hand and felt it was too little. He first searched the corpses next to him, naturally not letting go of gold, silver, valuables, jewels, or banknotes, but his main focus was on finding bundles, and he found three more bundles.

After he finished packing the four packages, Xiong Mengyan and the others also left by carriage. Xiong Mengyan and her two servants shared one carriage, while Shiyin and Diewu took turns driving. Wang Sheng and Duanmu Yan shared another carriage, also taking turns driving. The reason they didn't hire drivers was that Duanmu Yan and Wang Sheng each had their own reasons. First, Duanmu Yan didn't want outsiders, especially other men, involved in this circle; his tolerance of Wang Sheng's presence was a legacy of history. Second, he didn't want to always be crammed into the same carriage as Wang Sheng; being squeezed into a small space with another man felt awkward no matter how you looked at it!

Xiong Mengyan said from inside the car, "Shiyin, can you hurry up?"

Shion, who was rushing to catch the carriage, immediately replied, "Yes, Miss!"

Inside the carriage, Butterfly Dance laughed, "Miss, we're about to meet the young master Feng you've been longing for! We're all a little excited!"

Xiong Mengyan, her eyes alluring, pinched Diewu's chin. "Little girl, you might be very disappointed when you see him for the first time!"

"why?"

"He has delicate features, like a scholar. Haven't you always liked big guys?"

"Miss, who said I like big guys!"

"You always can't take your eyes off those burly young men on the island, do you think I don't know?"

Butterfly Dance immediately covered her eyes and said shyly, "Oh dear! Miss! What nonsense are you talking about! I was just curious why their abs are different."

Xiong Mengyan asked, "How is it different?"

"Some people have six pieces, while others have eight pieces. Why is that?"

"The number of blocks is determined by heaven, but tendons define the universe!"

"What do you mean, miss? Is it that the six or eight yuan are what you were born with?"

"Great! Don't change the subject, which guy have you got your eye on, huh?"

"No! I don't like them at all!"

"Hehe, your face is red again, you little girl!"

Wang Sheng sat in the car, feeling the horn. "This horn is a good thing!"

Duanmu Yan, who was driving the carriage, said, "Yes."

Wang Sheng asked, "Then why do you think he didn't take it?"

Duanmu Yan said, "I don't know."

"Even if he himself finds it tasteless and considers it useless, doesn't his brother need it too?"

"Perhaps he felt these things would have a backlash and didn't want his brother to take risks!"

"Backlash?" Wang Sheng examined the horns closely. "How much do you know about it?"

"I've heard that the horn of the Ferocious Beast is also called the Evil-Slaying Horn. It can pierce the body of demons and ghosts, causing their souls to scatter. The Taoist magic weapon, the Ferocious Horn Cone, is forged from the Ferocious Horn. If this thing truly wards off evil, it will be harmful to me but beneficial to you. After all, you practice orthodox Xuanmen martial arts, while I practice demonic martial arts. I've also heard that the Ferocious Horn can sense danger in advance and will tremble spontaneously before danger strikes. Whoever possesses the Ferocious Horn can avoid misfortune and attract good fortune!"

Wang Sheng said, "If what you say is true, then this thing is really not suitable for you and Mengyan. I'll accept it!"

Yuan Zishan held the inner core of the ferocious beast, lost in thought!
How exactly should this inner core be used? Should it be swallowed directly? That doesn't seem appropriate. Something that can remain undigested in a demonic beast's belly for a thousand years—can one's own digestive system really digest and absorb it? It won't be like the Dragon Treasure, requiring the neutralizing effect of the Heavenly Roc's Rainbow Egg to break it down and absorb it, will it?
Grind it into powder? What if that's a waste?
Let's ask Jiuxiao later!
By the way, it seems he only gave me this one inner core. Why didn't he bring anything back for Fifteen and the others?
As if sensing her thoughts, Feng Jiuxiao suddenly spoke up in the last carriage: "That ferocious beast is full of evil treasures, which are really just useless to everyone. They are tasteless to eat and a pity to throw away. They might even become a backlash. It's better not to have them. I only took back one inner core. This inner core is actually of no use to you, but it will greatly help Zishan's Illusionary Yin Finger internal energy."

Pang Shiwu, who was driving the carriage, said, "Brother, you don't need to explain. If there are good things, you would rather let them rot in the ground than give them to us. Are you that kind of person?" He didn't want to explain in the first place. He was just acting as Feng Jiuxiao's mouthpiece, speaking in unison to make things clear and leave no room for suspicion!
Bigwolf said, "To be honest, if Young Master Feng were to bring me back some ferocious blood or flesh, I really couldn't bring myself to eat it, just like facing one of my own kind!" Although he was also human, everyone knew that his other side was also that of a beast! His strength was completely comparable to that of a ferocious beast! So when he said he wasn't interested in ferocious treasures, no one thought he was just being polite!
Zeng Yong remained silent.

He knew that even the Zhenbao wouldn't work on him!
He consumed excessive amounts of rare and precious herbs and desperately tried to upgrade his combat power. As a result, he forced his growth, which led to the blockage of his meridians. His true qi and internal strength could only remain at the peak of the ninth realm forever, and he would never be able to break through even a little bit in his life!

It was Feng Jiuxiao who gave him new hope!
All it takes is the Heavenly Roc Egg to shatter this constraint!
He felt only gratitude towards Feng Jiuxiao; how could he have done anything taboo?

If anyone among these people is unhappy, who else could it be but Erni?

"He didn't take any of those precious treasures. Even if he didn't need them himself, he could have shared them with others!"

Of course, this was just something I thought in my heart; I dared not say it out loud! To say it out loud would be tantamount to digging my own grave!
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