Chapter 320: Chapter 245: The Seats Meet, Jingpeng Plummets from the Heavens (2/3)

(Another Chapter)

Martial Mansion.

“Soul, return! Soul, return…”

The elderly woman, with eyes blurred and dim, squatted on the ground, caressing the dolls buried in the earth, whispered:

“When will you return? When will you return?”

In the muddy soil beside her, hundreds of little ghosts poked their heads out, one of them staggered over and asked earnestly:

“Grandma, Grandma, when can we become the legendary Yin Soldiers?”

The old woman smiled kindly:

“Soon, soon.”

She sighed softly, looking indescribably aged, yet her gaze was as fiery as flames, invigorated:

“As long as there are more of you, more until there are a thousand of you…”

The elderly woman’s fiery eyes suddenly grew unfathomably deep:

“Then, just find the Bridge of Helplessness, the Emperor will emerge, discovering the long-lost Nine Netherworld…”

The little ghost nodded dumbly:

“Grandma, Grandma, does the Nine Netherworld really exist?”

“It does, it’s always there.”

The old woman nodded affirmatively, then sneered:

“The Wei and Yuan families have always been seeking proof of the Nine Netherworld’s existence… The three families guarding the mausoleum each hide a great secret.”

“The Yuan family’s corner of the Celestial Book, Wei family’s Ancestral Summoning Technique, my family’s secret, none of them knows, none of them knows…”

The old woman appeared deranged, chuckling maniacally, seemingly having lost her sanity.

The little ghosts stared dumbfounded at her, then started counting each other, eventually, one little ghost jumped and skipped:

“Grandma, Grandma, we have 993 people, just seven more, seven!”

The old woman exhaled a murky breath, the madness on her face dissipated, quietly gazing at the little ghosts that the Wu family had accumulated over countless years and ancestors.

“It’s just six more.”

She murmured:

“Last night, a Spiritual Thought was spying outside—a being from the Innate Realm.”

“Refine him as well, then there will be 994 innate little ghosts.”

“Then I’ll make another trip to Chongyang, catch six more from the Innate Realm… and it will be complete, complete!”

The little ghosts cheered and frolicked.

The old woman suddenly sensed something, shouted a command,

over nine hundred little ghosts dove back into the soil,

returning to the over nine hundred innate corpses underground.

Even though the oldest of the corpses has been there for over ten thousand years, the Innate Realm, body intact, perfectly round,

has not decayed in the slightest.

Over nine hundred innate corpses served as vessels for raising little ghosts—using their souls to create the ghosts.

Millennia upon millennia, the resentment has accumulated to unfathomable depths and thickness.

When the last little ghost also dove underground,

the old woman calmly sat on the rotten chair in the courtyard, a few breaths later, a knock on the door sounded.

The door was pushed open, Chen Shishan brought in Zhang Fusheng.

“Grandma Wu, we’re here to buy scones!”

Zhang Fusheng looked around the dilapidated courtyard with a calm expression, his gaze lingering on the muddy ground for a moment, tiny star-like lines flickering in his eyes.

He furrowed his brows.

There were hundreds of thick, coarse strands of cause and effect underground.

But unlike last night,

last night, the old woman gave him an extremely dangerous oppressive feeling, just a thought lingering outside the mansion, and he felt panic-stricken,

but now faced directly, although the old woman still triggered his spiritual sense’s warning,

his body and spiritual sense no longer felt as ’afraid.’

Thus,

though uncertain of his capability now, it was likely far superior to last night.

“Scones… making them, making them.”

Under Zhang Fusheng’s gaze, the old woman cheerfully stood up:

“Little Shishan, come with Grandma to get them…”

Chen Shishan obediently responded, following the old woman into the house.

The door inside was dim and eerie, closed off, everything inside was unseen, unheard, even unperceived.

Even when Zhang Fusheng employed the Taiyi Chapter, he could see nothing.

“They’re coming for me.”

He muttered to himself but was not panicked, on the contrary, he was very calm.

His spiritual sense did indeed subtly warn him.

But…

In Zhang Fusheng’s hand, three copper coins from the Refining Illusion into Reality spun and fell back into his palm, two faced up and one surprisingly stood in his palm.

Celestial Calculation Technique, indicating both disaster and fortune, yet revealing a slim ’chance to ascend to heaven.’

“Staying here might be dangerous, or harmless, but there’s a slim chance of receiving a great benefit.”

Zhang Fusheng mused, chuckling softly, waiting quietly.

Outside the Wu family’s mansion, silently, a few black-robed figures appeared as well as an Old Master wobbling past.

……

Chongyang City.

Yuan Feidao performed three bows to the Big Belly Buddha statue.

He walked out of the wooden house, glimpsed the immense Jingpeng Ship, squinting slightly,

he then sluggishly proceeded along the long street, arriving at the outskirts where he noticed two monks heading toward Chang’an Town.

One was in white clothes, the other wrapped with six naked women on his body, all strolling leisurely.

“The Mandala Lineage’s Innate Realm…”

Yuan Feidao muttered, indifferent, he found a desolate mountain, setting up an altar while murmuring:

“The ninth seat must come from Chang’an Town, only an old ghost is left in the Wu family, it’s not her.”

“Is it Wei Bushi or Yuan Tiandao?”

Muttering, his spiritual power tore through mountain forest and timber,

a not-so-simple grand altar was already constructed.

The altar extended ten zhang,

each of the four sides had nine steps,

Yuan Feidao gestured, a Blood and Flesh Puppet slowly emerged from the shadows,

“Pain, we are in pain…”

“Master, let us go…”

“It hurts…”

The moment the Blood and Flesh Puppet emerged, it emitted layer upon layer of wailing and cries—the puppet was covered with nearly a hundred faces!

It was formed from nearly a hundred heads!

Yuan Feidao spoke compassionately:

“Disciples, I know you’ve suffered decades of torment, but soon, soon…”

He softly said:

“On February 9th, the Imperial Mausoleum will open, I will find the Nine Netherworld, ascend inside, by then, your souls will also be liberated…”

The nearly hundred heads, souls forming the Blood and Flesh Puppet,

were his apprentices back then, the ones who lost in competition.

“Buddha’s mercy!”

Yuan Feidao sighed with compassion, no longer looking at the tormented wailing Blood and Flesh Puppet, his figure quietly disappearing,

once he walked far, he controlled the Blood and Flesh Puppet,

then,

according to the mysterious eighth seat’s prayer, controlled the Blood and Flesh Puppet to kneel on the altar, praying to the heavens.

Thus,

nearly a hundred faces were forced to emit resounding cries.

“The deities seated in the starry skies…..”

“The immortals on Longevity Mountain…..”

“The True Monarch holding the Golden Hammer…..”

Amidst the calls, the void writhed and tore apart. Through the perspective of the blood and flesh puppet, Yuan Feidao gazed over, his heart trembling.

A carriage.

A carriage traveling through the starry sky, with horses exuding the aura of a Celestial Human!!

Celestial Horse.

Then he saw,

from the window of the carriage, a plain white hand parted the curtain. At the same time, a unique, elegant voice emanated from within the eighth seat,

echoing from the starry sky, emerging from the void rift.

“Sixth Seat, aren’t you from the Ling Mountain lineage? Why are you using techniques of the Mandala Lineage? There seems to be a hint of Hell Observation… you’ve strayed off path.”

The blood and flesh puppet remained silent, the nearly hundred faces on its body retreating under the skin, and then it bowed towards the rift.

Within the starry sky carriage, a soft sigh echoed,

the plain hand caressed, as countless starlights descended, an intent of the divine spirit descended!

The divine spirit’s will poured into the altar, flames ignited, wind blew, earth and distant rivers churned, and gathered together,

earth, fire, wind, and water coalesced together, bearing the divine spirit’s will, forming a human shape!

The blood and flesh puppet bowed in salute:

“Eighth Seat.”

The void rift closed, Miss Mingyue manipulated this temporary body, nodding slightly:

“No need for formalities, you may call me…”

“Ancestor Qingfeng.”

She was unwilling to reveal her true name, choosing instead to borrow the name of an old friend, and then reached out to form a marker for the Great Transposition Technique,

She had given the corresponding marker to the other seats while still at the Eight Sceneries Palace.

The marker trembled,

a phantom of the Six-armed Great Black Heaven appeared, holding six divine artifacts in its Dharma Aspect hands—this was the supernatural ability of the Fifth Seat.

“Sixth Seat, Eighth Seat.” The Buddha Son, manipulating the Great Black Heaven phantom, greeted.

The marker continued to tremble, and three talismans exuding a heavy divine aura emerged, from the First Seat.

Then an immortal shadow appeared—the Ninth Seat.

The blood and flesh puppet, with nearly a hundred faces retracted beneath the skin, stared intently at the immortal shadow.

Dream Dragon-Slaying Technique.

But Yuan Feidao was uncertain if it was Wei Bushi—his elder brother who could also perform the Dream Dragon-Slaying Technique.

The last to emerge was the means of the Fourth Seat, a giant Buddhist Vajra formed by the intermingling of a hundred thousand souls,

behind the head of the Buddhist Vajra, there hung a faint halo.

“Compassion, compassion.”

The hundred thousand Soul Vajra chanted the Buddha’s name, the marker dimmed, and the seats ’met’ in reality for the first time, greeting each other.

They gazed at the enormous Jingpeng Ship.

“I know something of the path of divination.” Yuan Tiandao spoke through the transformed immortal shadow, with a deep voice: “I have divined that this journey is ominous, perhaps we can’t rescue the Seventh Seat at all.”

Miss Mingyue, using the voice of earth and stone, calmly spoke:

“We should try nevertheless…”

A rumble came from afar.

The incarnations of the seats, the puppets, all turned their gaze towards the massive Jingpeng Ship,

only to see the gargantuan Jingpeng Ship, spanning hundreds of miles, with wings like clouds hanging from the sky, turning above the Celestial Vault and then…

soaring towards a certain location.

“Where is it going?”

The great Buddha Vajra formed by the countless residual souls steeped in Buddhist resonance asked in confusion.

No one answered, both the blood and flesh puppet and the immortal shadow simultaneously changed expressions.

That place is…

In the direction of Chang’an Town.

It is heading to Chang’an Town.

“Follow it.” The harsh scraping sound of stones rang out, Miss Mingyue softly exclaimed: “Let’s see where it’s going.”

“I will attempt to break this dead giant beast’s membrane.”

The seats exchanged glances, each with their own thoughts, but all nodded, quietly pursuing the Jingpeng Ship.

Chang’an Town loomed in the distance.

……

Inside the Jingpeng Ship.

Yang Shexing stepped on Shen Baobao’s face, grinding lightly, the latter’s skull cracked underfoot, unable to suppress a cry of pain.

“Still unwilling to speak?”

Yang Shexing gazed down at the woman.

Shen Baobao managed a smile with difficulty:

“The Celestial Venerate above.”

Yang Shexing snorted coldly, heavily kicked Shen Baobao’s abdomen, immense power surging in,

the latter’s internal organs burst, her body was kicked in half.

But she did not die, nor even approach death; even though her body’s furnace fire was forcibly extinguished, unable to undergo Blood Rebirth,

but the life force of someone at the Innate Realm was exceptionally robust. Unless broken into particles,

or the soul shattered, it was nearly impossible to die.

Yang Shexing crouched down, grabbing the half-body of Shen Baobao, calmly said:

“You’re unwilling to discuss the High Heaven Society, or reveal its members… What if I ask one by one, hmm?”

He uttered name after name.

“Zhao Wenting? Hu Zhongli? Li Guoquan?”

Shen Baobao showed no expression.

“Chen Daoling? Lin Changle? Zhang Fusheng?”

Her demeanor remained unfazed, having reached such a level, controlling one’s expression was trivially easy.

Yet Yang Shexing smiled:

“It doesn’t matter if you won’t speak, I’ve already identified two candidates, Hu Zhongli can’t be touched for now, so then, Zhang Fusheng?”

Shen Baobao sneered:

“What does Zhang Fusheng have to do with this?”

Yang Shexing was indifferent:

“The records state you know each other… Don’t worry, I won’t trouble him, I might even recruit him—if he’s willing to cooperate.”

“If he’s unwilling…”

Yang Shexing smiled, shaking his head:

“You can withstand without saying anything, but can he? Just a Grandmaster, probably hasn’t ignited his spirit furnace yet?”

“Soul searching, that’s easy.”

Shen Baobao murmured:

“Indeed, he has nothing to do with High Heaven.”

Yang Shexing was dismissive:

“Perhaps?”

Amid the conversation.

The Jingpeng ship already hovered outside an unremarkable little town.

Obscuring the sky and sun.

In the first moment of entering the town’s range.

Inside the Jingpeng Ship, the lights went out abruptly.

Yang Shexing was taken aback.

Simultaneously.

All technological constructs affixed to this giant beast’s corpse suddenly failed.

The Jingpeng fell from the sky.

(One more Chapter, tomorrow at six o’clock three Chapters together if not done then add more)

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by NovelKeep