A master of comedy!

Chapter 151 Ya Zi, the Tiger Slayer

Inside the mysterious cave, a golden lamp blazes brightly like the sun.

The general held the lamp in both palms, veins bulging on his forehead, and his red eyes beneath the official's mask flashed constantly, occasionally squinting like a wild beast.

Unlike his composure seven days ago, he is now half-buried in the ground, and the golden lamp in his hand weighs 10,000 jin (5,000 kg) every day, now reaching a weight of 70,000 jin (35,000 kg).

Even more terrifying was the flame of that golden lamp.

With each passing day, the fire spreads three-tenths of its length.

At first, the golden lamp only burned his hands, but now it has burned most of his body.

The seemingly warm light turned into golden flames that scorched his soul, causing the yin energy on his body to dissipate continuously, as if he were being burned by raging fire every moment.

This pain was even more agonizing than the excruciating torture of being sliced ​​to pieces. He could even feel that his body beneath the armor had almost turned into charcoal. If it weren't for his profound cultivation and the protection of the Tiger God's power, he would probably have been reduced to ashes long ago.

What are you still enduring?

"My good disciple, this golden lamp is about to crush your bones and burn your soul to ashes. The city lord doesn't care whether you live or die!"

Just as the general was in a daze, a voice sounded eerily, as if a demon was whispering in his ear.

"Endure! Endure! Endure—my ass!"

"Think of your tragically murdered loved ones, think of your betraying elder brother, think of that arrogant city lord who treated you like a pig or a dog, oh right, and that kid who performs underhanded plays, his master ruined your plans back then, and now his apprentice is your enemy..."

The voice sneered, "Xiao Huchen, my good disciple, why resist your master any longer? I am you, and you are me."

"Over the years, our souls have been intertwined. Your pain is my pain, your death is my death, so... what are you still afraid of?"

"Leave everything to me, and I will rebel against this world with you, kill all those who stand in your way, overthrow the Great Xuan Emperor's dragon throne, and even help you cultivate into a Ghost Immortal—"

"Shut up!"

The general roared fiercely, "If you say another word, I will destroy my own soul, and we will all be reduced to ashes. You know I'm capable of doing it."

The voice fell silent.

Back then, he thought the other party wouldn't dare to fight to the death, but as it turned out, his disciple's ruthlessness and decisiveness were far beyond what ordinary people could match.

"I do want revenge, but I will not be anyone's puppet. I will shatter the Great Xuan royal court piece by piece, so Master need not worry about me."

He pronounced the word "master" heavily, yet it carried a hint of murderous intent and sarcasm.

It's truly ironic that someone would try to possess his master, both in life and after death.

"Either help me or..."

"Either, go die."

The remnant soul of the Tiger God fell silent, as if it had fallen into stillness.

After an unknown amount of time, just as the general felt his soul was about to be burned to ashes, a powerful demonic force surged in, stabilizing his wavering soul once again.

A cold smile flashed in his eyes, knowing he had won again.

Boom!

Several hours later, the entire cave suddenly trembled, and then the heavy golden lamp quickly became lighter, and the flame-like light became warm and gentle again.

The seventh day has arrived.

A crack appeared in the cave, leading directly to the General's Mansion.

A voice echoed faintly in the cave, ethereal and elusive, yet seemingly possessing a captivating power.

"You treacherous minister, you've kept the lamp burning for seven days straight; do you even realize your mistake?"

The general crawled out from underground, remained silent for a moment, and then said, "I don't know."

Even when facing the city lord, he couldn't be obsequious and respectful; instead, he would speak his mind directly if he had any grievances.

"You act rashly and have made too many enemies. Whether you can survive this ordeal depends entirely on your own fate."

This calamity?
The general frowned slightly, but the city lord fell silent after saying those words, as if a powerful force within the cave pushed him out. Outside the cave, the moon and stars were few; it was a full moon night.

Bathed in the moonlight, the general felt a stirring deep within his soul, as if the dormant remnant soul of the tiger god was about to awaken.

Most animals have the habit of worshipping the moon, especially when the moon is full. All demons worship the moon and drink from the flowing nectar together; this is the instinct of demons.

So every full moon night, he would sacrifice a sheep to the tiger god so that the tiger would be full and continue to sleep, and not cause any trouble.

"General, you're back!"

The soldiers in the general's mansion looked excited when they saw him.

The general nodded and asked, "Has Juxianlou caused any more trouble recently?"

"Reporting to the General, Juxianlou has been very quiet these past few days. They haven't even put on any shows. I heard that Boss Long seems to have left."

Did they really escape?
A hint of mockery flashed in the general's eyes. Yu Zhensheng's apprentice was quite timid, far inferior to his master.

However, knowing to escape is a wise choice.

He stopped thinking about the cowardly deserter and went to the dungeon, opened the mechanism, and then captured all the sheep and took them to the secret chamber where the tiger god was worshipped.

The eyes of each sheep revealed a human-like fear and pleading.

A while ago, one of the ghost soldiers guarding the dungeon died, and the general was worried that there might be a problem with the offerings. But after observing carefully, he was relieved.

"You should feel honored to die for my cause of conquest."

Faced with the sheep's pleas, he smiled coldly, raised the Dragon-Swallowing Blade, and slaughtered them without hesitation.

Blood flowed like a river into the gaps in the array on the ground, surging out from the tiger god statue at its center.

"Master, dinner is ready."

The Dragon-Swallowing Blade gently patted the statue, and the next moment, the stone chips on the statue fell off, turning into a black tiger that began to eat meat and drink blood.

After an unknown amount of time, when all forty-nine sheep had been eaten, the black tiger turned into a statue again, with only traces of blood remaining at its mouth.

At the same time, the general felt his body's power surge back.

With the sacrificial ceremony successfully completed, the general finally felt completely at ease and said calmly, "Master, go to sleep peacefully and pass on your power to me little by little."

“This is what a master should do.”

Just as the Tiger God wanted to possess him, he also coveted the Tiger God's power, and this altar was the way he would seize that power.

After each sacrifice, the Tiger God falls into a deep sleep, allowing him to seize more power and refine it into his own cultivation.

In fact, we have to thank the Longhua Sect for this method. Those people who sought his cooperation back then, although they ultimately failed, managed to obtain this method.

Perhaps sensing the crisis, Tiger God has become increasingly restless lately, putting him at risk of going berserk.

That's why he so desperately wanted Ya Zi; if he had Ya Zi to protect him, he wouldn't have to worry about not being able to subdue the other party.

Upon leaving the dungeon, the general was about to order his men to prepare the next offering when he saw his subordinates suddenly rushing towards him in a panic.

"General, someone has placed this item in front of the door..."

It was a box, reeking of blood, with blood still seeping from the cracks. The familiar scent made his eyes flicker.

With a clang, the Dragon-Swallowing Blade cleaved open the box.

A bloody tiger head came into view.

What made his pupils shrink even more was that five words were written in blood on the box.

"The one who kills the tiger is Yazi."

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(End of this chapter)