Ze Tian Ji

Chen Changsheng was very curious about this light, which seemed barely discernible yet also existing in every time and place. For some vague reason, he felt like he had seen it before.

Regretfully, although Nanke had opened her mind as much as possible, Chen Changsheng was currently still unable to enter the depths of her mind, as he was concerned that his intrusion might render Nanke a complete imbecile or just kill her. Thus, he was not able to see the true appearance of that light.

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Zhu Ye’s remains had already been secretly transported to Hanqiu City, but they had not been buried. The Zhu clan and the Emotion-Severing Sect did not know how to handle them, as his remains were in a terrible state, seemingly gnawed on by some wild beast. However, the cold and cheerless Hanqiu City was already on the verge of becoming a graveyard.

Even if the venerable Daoist master and the Prince of Xiang would continue protecting the Zhu clan for the sake of the friendship they had with Zhu Luo, how could any noble clan without a true expert last forever in this vicious world? And everyone knew that a day would come in which Wang Po would return to Hanqiu City and demand what he had lost.

The Myriad Willows Garden outside Hanqiu City seemed to have known of today’s situation ahead of time. It had already been burned several years ago, burning some paper money for itself in advance.

Not far from the Myriad Willows Garden was the ancestral tomb of the Zhu clan. Only the heads of the Zhu clan and elders who had made extraordinary contributions had the right to be buried here.

The starlight tonight was brilliant, revealing the tombs and gravestones with startling clarity. If one carefully read the words on these gravestones, one would be able to understand the entire history of the Zhu clan and the Emotion-Severing Sect.

A thin and small figure hunched over as it used its two hands to dig, its mouth constantly muttering something.

Starlight fell on its face. Its crooked eyes, mouth and nose were even more horrifying than all the gravestones added together.

The saliva coming from its mouth gave off an unbearable stench, even more putrid than the corpse fluids from all the excavated tombs.

Yes, this small and hunchbacked man was digging up tombs, his long and slender fingers caked with mud and decayed flesh. For some reason, they were razor-sharp, swiftly digging up tomb after tomb. In just one hour, the seventeen tombs of the Zhu clan ancestral tomb were completely excavated.

Whether the result was a rotten corpse or white bones, they were the finest of harvests to the hunchbacked man.

His eyes glowed and even more saliva dripped down as a most vague and incomprehensible voice came out of his mouth. Only through the most attentive listening could one understand the general meaning.

”Your Zhu clan is about to perish.

”So give your grudges and souls to me; I will help you kill your foes.”

The hunchbacked man suddenly crossed his legs and sat down in a lotus position, his palms facing the stars as he closed his eyes in meditation.

He was clearly using the most traditional Daoist technique of the Orthodoxy. Under the starlight, he appeared dignified, even somewhat divine.

But his mouth and nose were askew, his eyes unable to completely close, making him seem very ugly.

The most traditional divine art of the Orthodoxy, the most beautiful starlight, and an ugly hunchbacked man.

This sort of stark contrast imbued the scene with a comical and absurd feeling, but also an inexplicable horror.