On Blood Moon Night, it was originally Su Daoshi’s life-threatening ordeal.
But after Zhong Shenxiu became the "Pastor," the Headless Earl had become quite tame.
Even with some uncontrollable desire for slaughter, at this moment, he was still under the control of Zhong Shenxiu.
What truly furrowed his brow was the turmoil in his own bloodline.
"How strange... I should have long since cultivated to the point of controlling my entire body, what’s with this boiling of the bloodline? It seems not to be mine, but rather this body is being affected..."
"Su Daoshi... The Su Family?"
Zhong Shenxiu’s eyes lit up, "No matter what, the Su Family is also a county-noble family, perhaps there are some hidden resources left behind, such as... specific times, specific places, secrets only detectable by the Su bloodline?"
The legacy left behind by a noble family even tempted Divine Power Practitioners immensely.
He stepped out of the nearly half-collapsed and dilapidated house, wandering through a pile of ruins.
Following the guidance of the bloodline, Zhong Shenxiu arrived at the edge of a pond.
The pond, originally filled with goldfish and aquatic plants, had now long been drained, its underwater mud emitting a foul stench layer by layer.
When Zhong Shenxiu reached this place, under the dark red moonlight, bubbles continuously appeared from the bottom of the pond, as if something was about to break through the earth and emerge.
"Maybe... it’s a trap as well."
Zhong Shenxiu hesitated slightly, just about to use the Headless Earl to clear the path, but suddenly his gaze shifted, concealing himself to one side.
The next moment, the thick darkness engulfed him, and even his breath was reduced to an extremely subtle level.
Before long, another escape light descended.
Judging by the dimness of the escape light and its extremely slow speed, Zhong Shenxiu knew that it was only a Gang Sha Realm cultivator who had arrived, and his spells seemed rather unimpressive.
In an instant, the smoke-like escape skill dispersed, revealing a middle-aged man with two buns in his hair, wearing a black robe, and carrying a huge black gourd on his back - every aspect of him oozed an eerie aura.
He looked at the bubbling pond, a delighted expression appearing on his face as he muttered excitedly,
"They say misfortune may be an actual blessing, indeed the ancients did not deceive me!"
"I, Dong Xiezi, was exiled to Qing State, but as a result, I escaped the recent purge in Luo State, I heard the Supreme Dragon and Tiger Sect dispatched their elite disciples and slaughtered my Black Lotus Sect brothers mercilessly..."
"It’s said that the leak came directly from Roufeng County in Qing State, causing an uproar within the Sect that sent experts to investigate... I hope they don’t call for me; it took me quite an effort to find this yin place and I was planning on using it to cultivate the Thousand Kill Corpse Bone Evil..."
"This place is said to be the site of a grand clan, only involved in a conspiracy, the main bloodline all wiped out... Tsk tsk, indeed noble families have profound legacies."
Dong Xiezi approached the edge of the pond and slapped the huge gourd on his back.
The mouth of the gourd opened automatically, releasing a whirlwind that lifted the mud from the bottom of the pond and sucked it into the gourd.
As the ancient mud was swept away, various skeletons emerged, and a filthy and foul wind immediately spread in all directions, but Dong Xiezi showed no discomfort; instead, excitement shone in his eyes, "Good, good, who would have thought this place had buried so many dead, after taking the treasure, it will also be an excellent place to cultivate Evil Qi..."
After roughly thirty minutes, a thick layer was scraped from the bottom of the pond, revealing a layer of stone slabs that had been obviously well-arranged and planned.
These slabs likely had a concealing effect, only revealing their extraordinary nature now.
Dong Xiezi’s eyes shone brightly, and he released a black flying sword Magic Artifact, beginning to furiously attack the stone slab’s seals.
Amid the dull sounds, the ground shook continuously and dust flew about.
But the stone slab still stood firm and unmoved.
"Heaven rewards the diligent, even if I die here today, I must break open these seals."
Dong Xiezi grew fierce, continuously channeling his mana.
Zhong Shenxiu hid to the side, confirming there was no third person nearby, and couldn’t help but secretly flick his sleeve.
A line of extremely fine blood-red light flitted out, secretly attaching itself to the stone slab.
It seemed to sense the bloodline aura within, and the slab of stone softened instantly, becoming like sludge, which the black flying knife continually gouged open.
"Ha ha... Indeed, the Heavenly Dao rewards me!"
Dong Xiezi, blissfully unaware, became even more excited.
Before long, he had peeled away the stone slab, revealing something beneath.
It was a black wooden box with a yellow talisman attached to its surface.
"A seal? Could it be to prevent the leakage of spiritual power..."
Dong Xiezi didn’t recognize the cinnabar strokes on the yellow talisman but muttered a few words to himself, raising his hand to beckon the box into his grasp.
With a lift of his hand, the yellow talisman fluttered down.
In that instant, the darkness around seemed to become denser.
Concealed away, Zhong Shenxiu furrowed his brows: ’Why do I feel this is not treasure... but rather a kind of... malevolent object?’
This scarlet moon reminded him of some unpleasant memories.
Moreover, was that seal not to prevent the escape of vital energy, but rather to keep something within the box from coming out?
’Fortunately, I found a scapegoat...’
Zhong Shenxiu was in no hurry to snatch it away but quietly watched for changes.
Dong Xiezi opened the wooden box, and his expression turned to puzzlement, as he took out a piece of black cloth.
On the cloth were faint patterns.
Dong Xiezi actually recognized one and started gesturing: "This is... the mark of the Yellow Spring Demon Sect? So, this wealthy family has some ties with one of the six Paths of the Demon Sect, the Yellow Spring Demon Sect?"
His expression gradually turned frenzied: "The six Paths of the Demon Sect are the most orthodox origins of the Demon Path, if I can gain some benefits from them, they’ll last me a lifetime. This seems to be a map... But why is it incomplete?"
Dong Xiezi, looking at the black cloth, murmured to himself, not noticing how the black cloth was like a black hole, greedily drawing in the scarlet moonlight.
The expression of Dong Xiezi, holding the object, was changing.
A layer of fine black hair suddenly sprouted on the back of his hand.
’As expected... something sensed by Su Daoshi’s branch family bloodline can’t be anything good... This thing seems to have significant side effects. The Su Family actually colluded with the Demon Path? Their extermination is not unjustified...’
Zhong Shenxiu thought for a while and felt that continuing to watch would only result in the emergence of an evil object, possibly bringing additional troubles.
With that thought, he secretly released the Poison Dragon Flying Sword, and the Xuanyin Soul-cutting Sword Qi burst forth violently, trapping Dong Xiezi inside.
Thousands of Sword Qi burst out violently, instantly chopping the man into minced meat.
Immediately after, a layer of True Fire burned fiercely, turning Dong Xiezi’s remains into ash.
Among the flames, only the black cloth and the yellow talisman remained unscathed.
Zhong Shenxiu pondered for a moment, took out another box, used mana to levitate the black cloth into it, and casually attached a talisman.
That unsettling sensation in the void disappeared without a trace.