What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

"Grandpa,"

My tone remained calm, but I enunciated each word clearly.

"I am young, and my elders passed away early, so I didn't have time to explain many things from the past."

If Grandpa knows anything, please don't hesitate to share it with me.

Lan Manshan looked at my calm and composed demeanor, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

"You little rascal, you have quite the willpower."

"To be able to speak so calmly in the face of the Lan family's oppressive power is far superior to that Boss Jin."

Lan Manshan pointed to a chair next to him.

"Sit down. Since you are a descendant of the Corpse Stitchers, you have the right to sit down and speak in the Blue Hall."

I did not refuse and walked over to the chair and sat down.

Jin Wanliang, quite sensibly, stood behind my chair, like a dutiful follower.

"You just said that your elders passed away early?"

Lan Manshan looked at me.

"What's your grandfather's name?"

"Chen Xuan," I answered truthfully.

Upon hearing this name, Lan Manshan's pupils contracted slightly, and even the four men below him showed expressions of surprise.

"Chen Xuan...it really is him."

Lan Manshan sighed deeply, his tone surprisingly tinged with regret.

"That madman who, ten years ago, could wield a willow-leaf dagger and fight his way in and out of the Ten Thousand Mountains seven times, even managing to snatch a corpse from the encirclement of the Butterfly Valley, is he really gone now?"

Upon hearing this, I was suddenly jolted.

My grandfather not only came to southern Xinjiang back then, but he also did such an earth-shattering thing.

How to snatch a corpse from the encirclement of Wandie Valley?

Whose corpse was that that made Grandpa risk his life for it?

I suppressed my shock and remained outwardly calm as I asked gently, "Grandpa, what exactly happened to my grandfather in the southern border region back then?"

Whose body was the one he snatched?

Lan Manshan looked at me and remained silent for a moment, seemingly weighing whether or not to tell me the truth.

"It won't hurt to tell you."

Anyway, those demons from Ten Thousand Butterfly Valley are active again now; the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

Lan Manshan picked up a cup of tea from the table next to him and took a small sip.

"I don't know exactly who the corpse is."

All I know is that the corpse your grandfather snatched back then was the "Gu Cauldron" of Ten Thousand Butterfly Valley.

"The Gu Cauldron?" I frowned slightly.

That's right.

The Gu techniques of Wandie Valley are extremely vicious. In order to cultivate the most powerful Gu King, they will select living people with extremely Yin birth charts as "Gu Cauldrons".

Various types of Gu worms are implanted into its body, and nourished by the life essence and resentment of living people.

Lan Manshan's voice turned cold.

"Your grandfather must have gone mad back then, venturing into the forbidden area of ​​Wandie Valley all by himself."

Not only did they kill several of their elders, but they also forcibly took away the 'Gu Cauldron' that had been tortured to the point of near death.

I took a deep breath.

I know my grandfather's personality. Although he usually looks like a gentle old man, he has the stubbornness and ruthlessness unique to the lineage of corpse sewers.

If he's set his mind on something, not even the King of Heaven can stop him.

But who exactly is that "Gu Cauldron"?

Why would Grandpa risk offending the entire Butterfly Valley to save them?

"From then on, your Chen family became the mortal enemy of Wandie Valley."

Lan Manshan put down his teacup and looked at me intently.

"The fact that my good-for-nothing nephew was killed by the people of Wan Die Valley in Jiangcheng shows that Wan Die Valley has become active again."

And you, as Chen Xuan's grandson, have probably been targeted by them for a long time.

I nodded: "Grandpa is right."

I have already experienced the people of Butterfly Valley.

A glint flashed in Lan Manshan's eyes: "Oh? It seems you're more complex than I thought."

He stood up, walked to the edge of the platform, and looked down at me: "Chen Yang, the karma of Boss Jin is half settled."

But since you've come to the Lan family, and are bearing the title of Chen Xuan's grandson, my Lan family can't just let you come for nothing."

I looked up and met his gaze calmly: "Grandpa, if you have any instructions, just say so."

The atmosphere in the main hall became somewhat subtle at this moment.

Lan Manshan didn't answer immediately. He stared at me with his deep eyes for a full half minute, as if trying to find a flaw in my calm face.

Finally, he slowly opened his mouth.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a muffled thunderclap in my ear.

"I need you to heal the Gu King, a curse passed down through generations of the Lan family."

Lan Manshan spoke slowly and deliberately.

"And that Gu King was the very one your grandfather personally wounded thirty years ago!"

Upon hearing those words, I felt the hairs on my body stand on end instantly.

The malevolent energy that had been flowing smoothly within my body suddenly surged through my meridians like ignited gunpowder.

Although I remained seated in the chair with that calm expression on my face, my right hand, hidden in my sleeve, had already silently gripped the black bone needle.

So all those things Lan Manshan said earlier were just waiting for me here!

What about Boss Jin's karma being half-resolved, and the old grudge of the corpse-stitching man!

It turns out that the old scores in the Southern Frontier were actually owed to the Lan family themselves!

Are you kidding me?!

Thirty years ago, my grandfather severely injured the Gu King of the Lan family.

In southern Xinjiang, the Gu King is the lifeblood of a village or a family.

That is the foundation, the nuclear weapon to deter foreign enemies!

Severely injuring the Gu King is an absolute and irreconcilable feud.

At that moment, my mind was rapidly calculating the distance.

It's about ten steps from where I'm sitting to the Blue Mountain on the high platform.

If I instantly activate the Demon-Slaying Technique and combine it with the Qi-controlling strike of the Ghost Needle, how confident am I that I can take Lan Manshan hostage amidst the siege of these Lan family experts, and then lead Jin Wanliang out to fight my way out?

The odds of winning are extremely low, but it seems I have no other choice right now.

Jin Wanliang clearly sensed the murderous intent in those words.

He stood behind me, his hands clenched into fists, his breathing becoming heavy.

Lan Manshan seemed to see through my tense state, as if I was ready to suddenly lash out at any moment.

At that moment, he suddenly laughed and waved his hand.

"Young man, don't be so nervous. I was just joking with you."

Lan Manshan's voice softened, carrying a hint of reassurance.

But what he said next puzzled me even more.

"Although your grandfather had an irreconcilable blood feud with Wandie Valley and some other forces in the Southern Frontier, he did not have one with my Lan family."

On the contrary, your grandfather not only had no hatred for my Lan family, but also owed them a great debt of gratitude.

Gratitude? You severely injured someone else's Gu King, and you call that gratitude?

My mind was full of doubts, but my hand holding the bone needle did not loosen at all. I asked in a calm tone, "Grandpa, I don't quite understand what you mean."

"Since my grandfather severely injured the noble Gu King, where does this favor come from?"

Lan Manshan sighed, shifting his gaze from me to the flickering eternal flames deep within the main hall, his expression becoming extremely complex.