Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 460

Thunder rumbled above Fengdu.

In the hell of Fengdu, ten thousand ghosts wail and howl.

The armor, soaked and washed in the Yellow Springs, revealed a glint of light deep within its helmet.

The tomb owner stood up.

The Yellow Springs stopped at this moment, their flow blocked.

The ceaseless roar of the Yellow River ceased, making this hellish place unusually quiet.

Deeper still beneath the eighteen levels of hell, the Buddha's light trembled violently, and the cry of "May the Buddha have mercy!" spread from below upwards.

As the Emperor of Fengdu continuously sends out his power, the pressure on the beings He suppresses in Hell naturally decreases.

The tomb owner raised his arm armor, pointed upwards, and the stagnant Yellow Springs began to flow backwards.

Previously, it was Huangquan that suppressed it; now, it is gradually taking control of Huangquan.

The Bodhisattva's chanting resounded powerfully, completely permeating the eighteenth, seventeenth, and sixteenth levels, and continued upwards.

One by one, fierce and evil spirits, suffering greatly in the punishments of hell, put their hands together and took refuge in Buddhism.

This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for them, and they certainly wouldn't let it slip by.

The Ten Kings of Hell not only remained unmoved by this situation, but they all began to try to break free from their seats, their mountain-like bodies constantly writhing.

They are the supreme beings in the mythology of the underworld, who judge sins and preside over punishments, but they themselves are also the prisoners with the deepest shackles in this hell.

The five Ghost Emperors fell silent, and the main gate of the hall slowly closed.

This isolation is itself another form of indulgence.

"Click...click...click..."

A series of faint, loud noises continued to emanate from the air.

It has been situated in hell for two thousand years; one could say that it is hell itself.

It is subtle, as it is currently only a slight movement of the fingertips and a loosening of the joints, but because it is so majestic and towering, the entire hell is built around it, so any slight revival or activity of it is a major change for this hell.

This is... the Emperor's true form.

The Emperor of Fengdu suppresses Hell, and in doing so, he is also suppressing himself.

Nowadays, the entire Fengdu is showing signs of loosening.

Even so, the Emperor's consciousness continued to project outwards, seemingly oblivious to the enormous changes taking place in Hell.

The oppressors are openly resisting, while those in power are seizing the opportunity to gain personal benefits.

Within hell, the most bewildered and helpless are these judges, ghost messengers, ghost generals, and ghost commanders, who are the most numerous.

They have no right to take sides, yet they are the most likely to become the price of choosing the wrong side.

The whip falls from the hand, the rod of punishment is raised, the instruments of torture are put down. When one doesn't know what to do, whether human or ghost, the most instinctive reaction is... to do nothing.

However, there are no absolutes.

The place where that boy once went to hell and drew his sketches has now been transformed into a brand-new and majestic palace.

The plaque above reads "Young Master of Fengdu".

This is the residence of the young lord.

Although Shaojun has never stayed here since the building was completed.

However, this obviously out-of-place building and the group of ghost officials surnamed Zhao inside it had long been deeply marked as "Young Lord".

Around the central hall of this building, evil spirits who had committed sins in their previous lives were chained together.

At all times, the number of evil spirits here is ensured to be sufficient to be escorted to the execution ground inside the palace for sacrifice.

At this moment, the evil spirits inside began to wail and try to resist, following the tide.

The officials in other places had long since given up on this.

But the Zhao-surname ghost officials here showed no mercy, raising their whips and instruments of torture to carry out the most ruthless suppression of these evil spirits who attempted to rebel.

Thanks to their efforts, at least in this area, the evil spirits' rampage was quickly quelled.

Now, this place has become the only remaining place of order in this hell.

Because they have no choice.

The power struggle between the Crown Prince and the Emperor will inevitably affect them.

Throughout Fengdu's long history, there has never been a young ruler. The so-called successor is an abnormal existence in the face of monarchs who have ruled for two thousand years.

Along with the Zhao family ghost officials in Shaojun's mansion, they also became deformed children in the underworld.

But no matter how absurd or distorted it may be, at least there is a system of power and succession between the Great Emperor and the Young Ruler.

If the Great Emperor loses Hell, then where will Hell find any young ruler?

If this hell really changes, the ghost officials surnamed Zhao will go from being "neither fish nor fowl" to "what am I, anyway?"
Inside the magnificent hall at the highest level of Hell.

Yin Meng sat cross-legged in front of the statue of the Emperor of Fengdu.

She was in pain.

But more than the pain, she felt lost and confused.

She received the memorial service for Xiao Yuan.

Seeing that the Emperor made no move, Yin Meng decided to step in and help herself, just like she had done in the past.

She knew she was insignificant and had little influence, but since she had worshipped Brother Xiaoyuan as her Dragon King and was currently a member of Brother Xiaoyuan's team, she naturally had to do her best when it was time to do her best.

As a result, the moment she secretly donned the yellow robe, terrifying thoughts surged towards her like a tidal wave.

She just wanted to light a small torch, hold it in her hand, and cheer for Brother Xiaoyuan.

As a result, the moment the flint was struck, the entire forest burst into flames!
This scene is vividly depicted in the portrait on the offering table at the entrance of Lujiazhuang Mountain.

In the portrait, Yin Meng, dressed in imperial robes, has a constantly shifting gaze, seemingly unsure of what is happening.

Li Zhuiyuan knew what had happened.

In order to minimize the karmic backlash, the Great Emperor used Yin Meng as a catalyst to send his power over.

Because Yin Meng is a member of his team, even if she is not present, just like how Zhao Yi left Lao Tiantou in Nantong, Lao Tiantou can still help Zhao Yi make pills and send them there, so she can still provide assistance legitimately.

This scene is just like the sacrificial technique that Li Zhuiyuan taught Yin Meng, using meat as an offering and worms as a catalyst to sacrifice a group of terrifying corpse worms to aid in the battle.

This time, however, what Yin Meng sacrificed was not some corpse worm, but the Emperor himself.

Li Zhuiyuan looked up at the sky, at that majestic and imposing figure.

This is far from all that the Emperor has, but it is close to all that the Emperor can produce in one go.

In Li Zhuiyuan's previous plan, he only hoped that the Emperor could stir up a wisp of sinister wind, so that a top power that might exist behind the Lu Family Village could sense it and start the countdown to revenge.

As a result, the cold wind did not come.

The Emperor has arrived.

Li Zhuiyuan simply couldn't understand why the Emperor would do such a thing.
This has completely exceeded the rationality of transactions between buyers and sellers.

This has further tainted the originally pure master-disciple relationship.

The Emperor had made a similar move before, but the opponent he faced was completely different from this one.

Moreover, when the Great Emperor made his move last time, there were no powerful figures in Hell, the Bodhisattva and the Tomb Master, who needed to conserve their strength to suppress him.

Li Zhuiyuan was certain that a riot must have broken out in Fengdu Hell at this moment.

Moreover, after this battle, the Great Emperor, who retreated to Fengdu, will only be able to continue suppressing Hell for some time to come, and will be unable to intervene outside the realm.

The pros and cons that I could analyze myself, my master obviously also understood.

But He still came and did it.

"Master, what exactly do you mean by this?"

……

In the town closest to the guesthouse, an even stronger wind arose, causing the tall bamboo frame to collapse. The strong wind lifted the statue of the Fengdu Emperor, making it look like a giant kite suspended in the night sky.

Illuminated by the moonlight, it flickered between light and shadow, adding to its charm and making it appear even more majestic and solemn.

Downstairs at the guesthouse, in the three taxis waiting for passengers, all the drivers sat upright in their seats.

The security guards sitting in the guard booth, the guests checking in on the first floor, and the service staff all stood motionless, collectively repeating the same sentence:

"If you treat him well, he will treat you well in return..."

Inside the room, Old Master Zhai was fast asleep, a kind smile on his face.

The old man was dreaming about the rumors and gossip.

Xiao Yuan really became his grandson. He accompanied his grandson for walks in the park and helped him with his homework, showing great affection for him.

Although the scene quickly changed to the grandson sketching on the blueprints and pointing out errors in his design data, it was still a display of filial piety.

At the window, the shadow extending from Old Zhai stood there.

His gaze was deep and boundless.

He knows what He is doing, and He knows why He is doing it.

This was indeed influenced by Mr. Zhai's fondness for that boy, and even by what the taxi driver Liu Changping said to him.

But He is the Great Emperor.

The impact is unavoidable, but in this world, no one can truly control Him to make decisions.

The first time He sensed the existence of that boy was when He realized that another person had appeared in the world who had mastered His Twelve Decrees of Fengdu.

If that's all there is to it, then so be it.

But soon, the boy not only began to exploit his only bloodline in the world to extract more from him, but also repeatedly smeared him with karmic filth.

Only after He was truly angered did He begin to take the boy seriously, this cold little fellow in human skin.

He began to use him, and he began to use him; for a long time, their master-disciple relationship remained quite pure.

The Emperor will weigh the pros and cons, and calculate the gains. When the gains are low, He will decisively withdraw; when the gains are high, He will immediately take action.

An existence that can sit idly by for two thousand years and watch its own bloodline wither away, an existence that can use itself as a means of suppression and nurture itself as an enemy of the Heavenly Dao, would never be capable of acting on emotion.

However, He discovered and confirmed that the boy was constantly growing human skin.

Two cold collaborators can only ever engage in a cold, profit-driven partnership.

However, if one of them grows human skin and develops a temperature, and it is predicted that its skin will become thicker and its temperature will become more pronounced, then the nature of the matter will be completely different.

Li Zhuiyuan once remarked that he had seen many ancient beings, some like Wei Zhengdao who were single-mindedly seeking death, others like the tomb owner who were living in a daze, and still others like the builder of the Flying Immortal Palace who were opportunistic everywhere...

Only Yin Changsheng truly and earnestly seeks immortality.

The shadowy figure at the window raised its hand.

The enormous portrait of the Emperor Fengdu flying in the air outside the window burst into flames.

Outside Lujiazhuang, the majestic figure lowered its head and looked at the boy standing in front of the offering table below.

Immediately afterwards, the figure raised its hand and reached forward.

The target was Lujiazhuang, but it wasn't just Lujiazhuang.

The Emperor's move,
The following,

It's a heavy bet on human skin!
……

The killings in Lujiazhuang are still ongoing.

The fact that it has been able to hold out for so long is enough to demonstrate the strength of Lujiazhuang. It did not collapse at the first sign of trouble; it has shown a very tenacious resistance.

But such resistance is nothing more than a piece of tough meat that's easy to get stuck in the teeth of a pack of wolves.

This generation, which has accelerated its growth by taking advantage of the river, may not be as well-versed in the accumulated knowledge and skills of the previous generation as the outstanding members of the family, but there is no longer any generational gap between them.

In fact, to a certain extent, this can be compensated for by the skills and awareness honed on the river.

It was this group of young people who destroyed Lu Family Village, but this group of young people almost represented the level of the backbone of their respective families, and was infinitely close to the level of the allied forces sent by the major forces in the martial arts world when they attacked Lu Family Village.

As more and more people died, the circle of resistance within Lujiazhuang grew smaller and smaller.

The blood of the corpses lying on the stone slabs, nailed to the walls, and sprawled by the well, whether whole or broken, all flowed together toward one place.

The floor of the Lu Family Ancestral Hall has turned red.

The blood flowed in from the outside and continued to penetrate deeper.

The altar was not removed, but even the most sophisticated mechanisms could not prevent the infiltration of one's own family's blood.

Inside the sealed room, a vortex of blood formed.

The blood seeped up, and whenever it touched the shadows of those chairs where people were locked up, it immediately seeped in like a malignant tumor.

A silent scream erupted.

Originally, it was because they were reluctant to let the brave warriors perish and did not want to damage the foundation that they were constrained here.

Right now, even if they were willing to pay any price, even commit suicide, it would be of no use.

To create the illusion that the task was not assigned by a single entity, so many chairs were filled with members of the Ming family.

They are readily available cause and effect, a solid bridge, and the most straightforward transmission.

The chilling wisps of black hidden within the blood were projected onto the ancestral home of the Dragon King Ming family through them.

"Boom...boom...boom..."

It sounded like footsteps, or like a tolling death knell.

Tao Zhuming appeared inside the Lu family ancestral hall, his gaze falling on the wall behind the offering table.

At that moment, a gun slowly fell from the front, hovering above the blood-soaked surface.

Tao Zhuming raised his head and looked at Xu Mofan lying on the roof beam.

While the fighting raged fiercely outside, both of them detached themselves from the bloodthirsty revelry.

Tao Zhuming: "When I saw you again on the road, I noticed that something was wrong with you. Your indomitable sharpness was gone, as if the tip of a spear had been broken off."

Xu Mofan did not respond.

Because that's just the way it is.

It's not that he can't accept defeat, but he was completely crushed in the Xu family's spear technique. The person who crushed him hadn't even practiced martial arts.

With his spirits gone, he had no energy to do anything. He was even too lazy to fight for the divine deer. He had come here early on, following the blood of the deer family, and was now lying down.

Tao Zhuming: "Are you protecting this place?"

Xu Mofan turned his head and glanced at Tao Zhuming standing below.

The long spear hovering in front of him spoke volumes about his attitude.

Tao Zhuming laughed and said, "Hehe, don't misunderstand, I didn't come here to cause trouble. I came here specifically to check on things because I was afraid that someone else would try to cause trouble. Now that you're here watching over things, I feel at ease."

Brother Xu, just watch! Once I've managed to snag a piece of venison, I'll definitely share a bowl of venison blood with you!

After saying this, Tao Zhuming left the ancestral hall.

What he said is true.

He came to check on things, worried that something might have happened here, and that his close friend from the river, Ling Wuxing, might be here at this moment.

"boom!"

A bolt of lightning shattered the defensive array of stone statues in front, and the chest of a member of the Lu family inside was quickly pierced by the lightning.

Lift it up like a skewer of meat, then slam it down hard.

With a "bang," they all exploded into pieces of flesh and blood.

To prevent evaporation, squeeze out more blood so that the Five Elements can promptly retract the lightning power on the whip.

A desperate member of the Lu family, covered in blood, roared and charged at them with a knife.

Just as Ling Wuxing was about to unleash the Thunder Whip again, that person was smashed into a pulp by a large seal.

"crunch..."

The extracted blood is more thoroughly.

Tao Zhuming raised his palm, retracted the seal, and teased:

"Was your brother bullied in the family when he was young?"

Ling Wuxing shook his head: "If I go to the ancestral hall, Brother Tao and the others will definitely stop me. So I might as well not bother and take a gamble. This time, it's not my Ling family that will suffer, but I'll teach that family a lesson."

Tao Zhuming: "No wonder he didn't want this divine deer, no wonder he didn't enter the deer's house. It turns out he had something more interesting to do."

Ling Wuxing said, "In comparison, what we're playing now, in his eyes, is probably just children playing house, and we're playing it with great enthusiasm."

Tao Zhuming looked around at the ongoing killing and bloodshed and nodded: "He has thoroughly understood the humanity of us."

Ordering the Five Elements to put away their thunder whips, they headed towards the Divine Deer Prison, where the battle was most intense.

Tao Zhuming accompanied him.

Ling Wuxing: "Clearly we are being used by him."

Tao Zhuming: "But there's a feeling of being propelled by the river?"

Ling Wuxing: "My state of mind is already in disarray, what about yours?"

Tao Zhuming: "It has been damaged."

Wang Lin is still asleep.

This fat guy slept with Lu Jiu until she was seriously injured.

Seeing that her family was about to be destroyed and the great cause of the Divine Deer was about to fall apart, Lu Jiu still couldn't bring herself to be determined to fight to the death.

Wolves fear those who risk everything and drag others down with them; they prefer cowardly opponents. They systematically advance one by one to harass and leave claw marks, continuously drawing blood.

The balance of power in Lujiazhuang has long been settled; it's only a matter of time before one side falls to the ground.

However, at that moment, many people who were skilled in feng shui and meteorology unconsciously looked up at the sky.

Some people with exceptionally strong inspiration may find themselves unconsciously becoming distracted.

The feeling of panic was so intense that it far exceeded the scope of the battle at hand.

They were fighting like they were on a mountain peak, a peak that could collapse at any moment—no, the sky itself seemed about to crash down.

Luo Yang appeared behind Lu Jiu, and with the chess piece falling, he could have had a chance to take Lu Jiu's head, but his younger sister Zhu Qing on his back hesitated.

The opportunity vanished, and Luo Yang was kicked away by Lu Jiu, suffering injuries and coughing up blood, feeling extremely unwell.

"Hey sis, what's going on?"

"Brother, there's something terrifying up in the sky."

"Can you see the sky now?" "No, there's a barrier from Lu Family Village blocking the view. You have to go outside and look up to see it."

"Then let's pretend it doesn't exist. Anyway, if the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up."

"Brother, I'm on your back."

The zither player cut her finger on a string, then put the fingertip in her mouth and sucked on it, her gaze drifting upwards.

The white-robed monk's chanting began to sound weak.

Luo Xiaoyu's hand, holding the chess piece, trembled.

Even the fat man, who had been fast asleep, began to tremble and curl up.

At that moment, Tan Wenbin's voice came from outside.

At this moment, because of these words, although the flag was not raised in reality, it had already been successfully and deeply implanted in the hearts of the wolves.

"All is well outside, everyone, concentrate on the battle!"

……

Dragon King Ming, ancestral home.

To the astonishment of Ming Qinyun and the others, the black light and shadow above their heads not only did not fade away, but instead continued to intensify.

To the relief of the Ming family, this time their Dragon King's spirit did not stand idly by and take the initiative as it had done before, but instead began to fight back.

This is because the spirit of the Ming family's Dragon King last time inherited the Yu family's sins. Although they were Dragon Kings from different eras, they still cherished each other and were willing to watch over and help each other.

This time, however, came an aura of evil so intense it was almost overwhelming, which the Dragon King's spirit would naturally resist.

But Ling is ultimately just a spirit, not a living Dragon King.

The dragon king spirit of the Ming family has been greatly weakened since it took over the Yu family's sins and preserved a glimmer of hope for the Yu family.

The reason why the Ming family is now on the decline is because the spirit of the Dragon King has weakened and their own fortune has been affected by their bad karma, which has greatly increased the difficulty and danger of the family's risky and aggressive cultivation techniques.

Ming Qinyun: "Ring the bell to warn, elders and above, those in seclusion, those who have faked their death, open their coffins, the spirit child, and each pavilion to light incense to protect the Ming family!"

Ming Qinyun's order was quickly relayed.

Elders residing in the ancestral home emerged from their seclusion, some awoke from their coffins, and some younger individuals awakened their innate wisdom ahead of time. Furthermore, the various heritage pavilions lit up their heritage fireworks, activating the protective array for the home.

The patriarch, Ming Qinyun, stood at the head of the family on the steps in front of the Ming family ancestral hall, guiding the activation of the ancestral hall's grand formation.

However, the overwhelming darkness did not subside; instead, it continued to expand.

Ming Qinyun's expression grew increasingly grim.

Because this means that the person who made the move is not only alive, but also living a healthy life.

Such beings are few and far between in the world, and each one is closely watched by the Heavenly Dao. They themselves cherish their lives even more. So why would they dare to extend their reach directly to the Dragon King's court this time?
Moreover, they spared no expense!
Ming Qinyun glanced back at the holy light shining inside the ancestral hall behind her, and felt somewhat at ease.

Although she had long harbored deep resentment towards her family's Dragon King ancestor, the presence of him behind her when the family faced calamity still brought a great sense of reassurance.

The third elder of the Ming family, who was helping to preside over the formation, spoke up:

"Patriarch, fortunately, the opponent did not come in its true form, and was not there to actually destroy my Ming family."

Ming Qinyun cursed:
"Fool, do you think this is because He is kind-hearted? Look at this situation, He may want to come, but can His true form come? Unless He is willing to face the might of Heaven and be reduced to ashes in order to destroy my Ming family!"

The Third Elder lowered his head. He saw that the Patriarch was anxious and wanted to ease the atmosphere. How could he not know the seriousness of the matter?

Ming Qinyun: "This time, by using the cause and effect to trace the source, their purpose is to further weaken the fortune of my Ming family. The fortune of my Ming family is already weak. If they succeed, our fortune will go from prosperity to decline, and then from decline to worseness..."

Can we, the Ming family, still cultivate this dangerous Ming family secret technique?
If you repair ten, six or seven will probably die!

It was originally just a slow decline.

If they fail to withstand this attack, the Ming family will be accelerating their descent off a cliff.

If even the practitioners themselves have such a high mortality rate, then what's the point of passing on a tradition?

Even the most unorthodox and evil cultivation methods, which are prone to causing demonic possession and possession, don't have such a high attrition rate.

Second Elder: "We must stop it, we absolutely must stop it. If we stop it, we can rely on the Dragon King's spirit and the family's planning and management to gradually recover our fortune!"
If we cannot stop them, my Ming family will become the next Qin, Liu, and Yu!

Mingqin Yun:
"Not only that, that jinxed woman Liu Yumei, back then she was able to raise a bastard child and let him go out to light lamps and travel the river!"

If they hadn't been interrupted by a joint effort, who knows if the previous generation would have let that damned woman die!
If we lose today, I won't even have the chance to learn from that dead woman and raise bastards. How many high-quality bastards would it take to withstand such a high mortality rate in breeding?
You take over the main ceremony, I'll go into the ancestral hall and offer incense to our ancestors.

No matter what, I won't allow myself to end up worse off than that damned woman!

After the other elders took over the formation, Ming Qinyun turned and walked into the ancestral hall.

As she crossed the threshold of the ancestral hall, she glanced back at the terrifying blackness of the sky and gave a cold smile:
"I'd like to see how long you can hold out under the watchful eyes of Heaven!"

Ming Qinyun glanced at a corner and transmitted her voice to the group of Ming family members standing there:
"Pass down the order to seal off the ancestral home's main gate, activate the outer array of the ancestral home, refuse all visitors, and release a few evil spirits to interfere with outsiders' spying."

What happened at the ancestral home today must never be revealed to anyone!

"As ordered!"

"As ordered!"

Ming Qinyun adjusted her breathing and entered the ancestral hall.

What she didn't know was that it was still unknown whether what was happening in the Ming family today would be revealed to others, but countless ghosts all over the world had already received the imperial decree.

The Ming family is not afraid of ghosts, but ghostly words are terrifying.

The secrets and decline that were previously kept hidden will be fully revealed to the entire martial arts world from this day forward.

Ming Qinyun knelt before the ancestral tablets of the Ming family's Dragon Kings, burning incense and praying.

The radiance of the Dragon King's spirit was thus further enhanced.

Meanwhile, the darkness in the sky continued to intensify.

The mastermind behind the darkness knows very well: one can weigh the pros and cons beforehand, but once the stakes are placed, a result must be achieved no matter what!
We cannot say we've done our best, we cannot give up halfway, we cannot simply do what we've intended.

Because feelings are something that cannot be measured in concrete terms.

Only by determining clear and specific results can we quantify them and receive even greater compensation in the future!

The main gate of Lujiazhuang.

Under the originally pitch-black night sky, an eerie red and yellow glow ignited, the moonlight like fire, shining and burning at the same time.

Li Zhuiyuan knew that this was the gaze of Heaven falling upon this place.

The Heavenly Dao will not give up on weakening beings like the Great Emperor, especially this time, when the Great Emperor himself stood directly below without any concealment.

However, despite this, the Emperor's figure did not dissipate; however much was burned, the Emperor replenished it.

This scene was somewhat tragic to watch.

Li Zhuiyuan had recovered from his initial shock and confusion.

The young man began to understand the purpose behind the Emperor's actions today.

His master was playing his cards right in front of everyone.

Li Zhuiyuan was somewhat worried that after this incident, the Emperor might grant Yin Meng her freedom again.

The regret that my great-grandfather missed out on experiencing a 30-year mortgage because he bought the house in the city center outright will be made up for.

However, in other words, an opponent that can keep the Emperor fighting with such force for so long must be a big fish!
Li Zhuiyuan spread his hands, and red threads were released, first binding them to the portrait that looked like Yin Meng, and then climbing upwards.

He can also trace the cause and effect.

This is a good opportunity to see which fish we caught this time!
The Emperor's will did not reject the young ruler of Fengdu; in fact, it provided him with convenience.

For two thousand years, the ghosts of Fengdu had never experienced such tenderness, nor had the Yin family ever enjoyed it, but Li Zhuiyuan felt it.

In the boy's sight, a group of antique buildings appeared, nestled halfway up the mountain, connected to the clouds above and the spiritual essence below.

The uniform style and layout indicate that this is a family, not a sect.

The white rays of light emanating from the majestic building at the highest point are the spirits of the Dragon King.

This is the gate of the Dragon King.

Because the image was too blurry, and Li Zhuiyuan had only visited the Yu family's ancestral home and had not traveled around visiting other places, the boy did not know which Dragon King's family this was.

But soon, when the blurry image of an old woman turning and walking upwards appeared, Li Zhuiyuan recognized her.

That day at Wangjiang Tower, Grandma Liu deliberately lifted the curtain so that she, standing outside the tower, could remember the faces of the people inside.

The old woman, especially her exasperated expression, is particularly memorable and can somewhat compensate for the blurriness of the image.

An old woman with a terrible temper, quite unlike the head of the Dragon King's clan, was also unable to control her emotions because of the Ming family's martial arts techniques.

Dragon King Ming Family.

The majestic figures standing before him were the spirits of the Ming Dynasty's Dragon Kings throughout history.

When he seeks revenge against these families and sects in the future, the spirits of the Dragon Kings within those families will be an obstacle he cannot avoid.

What is disjointed is that, so far, all the relics of the Dragon Kings that Li Zhuiyuan has come into contact with, except for Wei Zhengdao, who is difficult to judge, all the other Dragon Kings have shown a kind of grandeur and magnificence that belongs to the Dragon King.

Because the boy was in the Emperor's shadow, the Ming family members below certainly couldn't detect him, but the Dragon King's spirit, which was fighting against the Emperor, might not be.

The stark reality led the boy to respond in a very disjointed way.

Li Zhuiyuan began:

"This is my own karma."

Taking advantage of the decline of my Qin and Liu families, the Ming family intends to destroy my family and cut off my lineage.

today,

"I've come on behalf of the Qin and Liu families to collect this debt and interest!"

Li Zhuiyuan didn't say much or describe it in detail.

He didn't want to tearfully recount his grievances and bitterness to the Ming family's Dragon King, nor did he want to highlight the oppression that the Qin and Liu families had suffered over the years.

After so much effort and forbearance, all I wanted was to be able to hang those two plaques back up honestly and with my own abilities.

Regardless of whether crying is truly effective, if Grandma Liu really wanted to cry and was truly willing to cry, she wouldn't have had to wait until today.

This is a day of revenge and great joy, so naturally I have to be in high spirits.

These words are merely an explanation to the successive Dragon Kings of the Ming family.

At least for now, the Dragon King deserves his recognition and respect.

At first, the spirit of the Ming family dragon king showed no reaction.

They continue to fight against the Emperor's power.

The evil spirits have many tricks up their sleeves. The spirit of the Dragon King is confined to the high platform of the ancestral hall and is far from being a living person in the true sense.

But when two even more indistinct offering tables appeared behind the blurry boy in the darkness, the light and shadow of the Ming family dragon king's spirit flickering above them began to dissipate violently.

Because whether it's blurry or not doesn't matter anymore; there's a Dragon King Liu family altar and a Dragon King Qin family altar, and the ancestral tablets on them are rotten and cracked.

Dragon King Qin, Dragon King Liu... they've lost their power.

Inside the ancestral hall, Ming Qinyun, who was burning incense and praying, suddenly shuddered. She turned around in surprise and looked outside the main hall of the ancestral hall.

"No, no, you can't, you can't!"

Those dragon king spirits that had already been released and were the main force blocking the darkness in the sky were now shrinking back one after another.

They returned to their respective memorial tablets on the offering table, giving up the fight.

Without them, the Ming family can only struggle to keep going, which obviously cannot last long. After all, they are fighting against the Great Emperor of Fengdu!
Ming Qinyun's eyes were bloodshot, and she roared almost shrilly:
"No, you can't do this! The Ming family will decline, the Ming family will have no future! You are surnamed Ming, you are the ancestors of the Ming family, you must protect your descendants!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

One by one, the Ming family members who were in charge of the formation or fighting against it spat out blood, and the smoke from the burning buildings went out. The Emperor's will continued to seep in, beginning to erase the Ming family's inherited fortune!

Every esoteric sect values ​​its own fortune highly. The reason why the Dragon King's spirit is so precious and important is precisely because it is an evolution of fortune itself.

Losing one's luck is a disaster for any lineage, but for a lineage that heavily relies on luck for development, it's no less than falling into an abyss!

Li Zhuiyuan was surrounded by dense red lines; he had just witnessed the retreat of the Ming family's Dragon King spirit.

The boy didn't know whether the spirits of the Ming family dragon kings understood and believed what he had just said, or whether they were too embarrassed to interfere as spirits after seeing a child like him showing them two empty altars.

In short, the Dragon King chose to let go.

Li Zhuiyuan bowed down and paid his respects in the direction of the Ming family ancestral hall.

Blood trickled from the corner of Ming Qinyun's eye; she was now completely deranged.

“You can’t do this. We worship you day and night, and this is how you treat your ancestors?”
How could you just sit idly by and watch your descendants perish? How could you just watch the Ming family fall into ruin?!

At this moment, the memorial tablet, which had been motionless, began to move again.

Ming Qinyun's face lit up with hope again, and she immediately softened her tone, saying:
"Yes, your surname is Ming, and you are the ancestors of the Ming family. You must shoulder your responsibilities. Your surname is Ming!"

The spirit of the Ming family dragon king has been released once again.

Ming Qinyun wiped away the blood and tears from the corners of her eyes and smiled, but soon her smile froze on her face.

Because the spirit of their own Dragon King did not go towards the ever-spreading darkness in the sky, but instead gathered into a white light curtain, changed direction, and projected out of the Ming family.

Mingqin Yun:
"Where...where are you going?"

……

Siyuan Village, Shinan Town, Nantong.

Liu Yumei sat on the edge of the bed, sewing an embroidered quilt.

After a few needle pricks, she would gently rub the needle tip against her temple, and a smile would appear on her face.

Just then, she stopped sewing.

He got up, left the bed, and with a wave of his hand, the sword box opened, and the longsword was in his hand.

Liu Yumei walked to the door and pushed it open.

Ordinary people could only sense a gust of wind. Even Uncle Qin and Aunt Liu in the west room, who were not proficient in feng shui and had no intention of killing, did not react.

But in Liu Yumei's eyes, there was a white river, coming from afar and flowing down.

The river flowed down right onto the offering table in the east wing.

The candlelight on the offering table began to flicker, gradually turning milky white.

This is inflow, this is integration, this is giving.

A series of tiny, scattered dots lingered around each memorial tablet on the offering table.

The spirit of the Ming family's Dragon King is pouring water onto the empty offering tables of the Qin and Liu families.

This will not revive the Dragon King spirits of the Qin and Liu families, but the candle flame can continue to burn, temporarily serving as a means of energy utilization.

Liu Yumei's face did not show the slightest excitement; her expression was complicated, and her hand holding the sword trembled.

She knew that there was no such thing as love without a reason in this world, and the reason why this phenomenon occurred must be because Xiao Yuan on the river had done something.

Xiao Yuan has really started taking revenge.

The white river seems to flow in continuously.

This is regret, guilt, and a desire to make amends; to a certain extent, it can also be considered an apology and compensation.

Thinking about it from a perspective that is both dark and perfectly normal, isn't this also a hope... that someone will show leniency?

Liu Yumei gripped the sword tightly in her hand.

Her revenge has only just begun; how could she possibly stop here?

Furthermore, what right does this old woman sitting at home have to forgive on behalf of Xiao Yuan, who is in front of us, or the current heads of the Qin and Liu families?

Repeated oppression and repeated crises of destruction—can this little bit of lamp oil really move me to pity?

When they wanted to kill me, Ali, and both my families, did they ever have such thoughts?

However, because this was the aura of the Dragon King's spirit, Liu Yumei was unwilling to act rashly.

"Buzz!"

Just then, the fluorescent light that had been evenly surrounding each tablet on the offering table began to converge on one of the tablets.

The name on that memorial tablet is Liu Qingcheng.

The brief burst of fluorescent light made the memorial tablet shine brightly, as if Liu Qingcheng's Dragon King spirit had come to life at that moment.

She didn't survive, and neither the Dragon King spirits of the Qin and Liu families returned.

But it was like the day of Li Zhuiyuan's initiation ceremony, when thunder rumbled outside, as if there was an unseen response.

At this moment, because it is this memorial tablet that is lit up, this in itself can be understood as a response.

Liu Yumei pointed her finger at the memorial tablet, activating her feng shui skills, and a woman's shadow appeared on the tablet.

She slowly raised her head and walked towards Liu Yumei.

Soon, her figure overlapped with Liu Yumei's.

On Liu Yumei's face, her face would appear one moment and Liu Qingcheng's face the next.

Miss Liu, who has had a bad temper since childhood, likes to run to the Liu family ancestral hall whenever she encounters something that doesn't suit her.

The spirit of the Dragon King is majestic and solemn, and it does not move except in the face of major events.

Only Liu Qingcheng would always respond to Miss Liu, who would come in with tears in her eyes.

Later, when the young master of the Qin family broke into the Liu family ancestral hall to propose marriage and was surrounded by the Liu family members, it was Liu Qingcheng's memorial tablet that appeared and shaved off the beard of the Liu family's eldest elder who held opposing views.

The reason why that eldest daughter of the Liu family was able to develop such a willful and arrogant temperament was truly because her ancestors spoiled her!
Liu Qingcheng did not return, but Liu Yumei understood the meaning behind it.

She couldn't disrespect the Dragon King of another family in her own capacity, so she decided to respond to the grudges and grievances of the past years in her own capacity as the Dragon King of her own family.

The longsword rang out, hair fluttered, and a fierce aura rose.

"Wow!"

With a single slash of her sword, Liu Qingcheng cleanly severed the still-flowing white river.

He raised his head, held the sword horizontally, and a powerful sword aura swept upwards, scattering the dark clouds in the night sky above.

Liu Qingcheng gazed in the direction from which the white river was approaching, and her resolute and chilling voice rang out:

"What belongs to the Dragon King belongs to the Dragon King, and what belongs to the Dragon King's household belongs to the Dragon King's household."

The friendships of our ancestors belong to them; the grudges of our time belong to us.

For those who are in the first year of junior high school
Don't blame others for doing it on the 15th.

Whether you've come here today to pity us or to make amends,

I, Liu Qingcheng, only believe one thing in this lifetime:

Blood debt,
"The entire family must pay with their blood!"

(End of this chapter)