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"Your Highness, look quickly, the corpse has risen!" Zheng Fan pointed toward the archway and said. Read full story at Nov3lFɪre.ɴet
At this moment, a black and purple glow began to circulate around Shatuo Queshi’s corpse—a clear sign that something unusual was about to happen!
Previously, Zheng Fan thought the Marquis’s estate was showcasing the Left Valley King’s corpse to publicize their martial prowess and intimidate the barbarian tribes.
Later, he realized it wasn’t just for these reasons; they were using the corpse as bait. This was because the corpse itself turned out to be a treasure, one that would make the Royal Court’s ritualists salivate.
Ultimately, Zheng Fan came to realize that even the Marquis’s estate had its eyes on this treasure and planned to intercept it.
It was like a fine dish: someone else delivered the ingredients and even sent a chef to cook it, only for you to end up keeping it. This Barbarian Royal Court... they were practically more helpful than an enemy’s own quartermaster.
"General Li, over here a bit. You need to preside over the array eye. Otherwise, if this Zombie heads north and the array fails to contain its physique, all our previous efforts will be in vain," Drunk Immortal Weng said to Li Yuanhu.
"Why bother with all this trouble? With me here, he won’t be escaping this time!"
"No, no, that won’t do! This Zombie has just risen and hasn’t been refined yet. Its body is damaged; it can’t possibly withstand a blow from your hammer, General. General, this is a task assigned by the Lady."
"You dare use the Lady to pressure me?"
Drunk Immortal Weng just smiled without saying a word.
Li Yuanhu stood up with a sigh of resignation, glanced at the twin hammers he had earlier tossed on the ground but didn’t pick them up, and walked empty-handed to the array eye’s position.
Drunk Immortal Weng clapped his hands, adopting the air of an otherworldly master, and muttered to himself, "Everything is ready; all that’s missing... is the north wind."
SCRAPE! SCRAPE! SCRAPE!
SCRAPE! SCRAPE! SCRAPE!
A harsh grating sound began to fill the air.
The surrounding wind also began to strengthen. It was an eerie, chilling wind, as if hundreds of people were wailing mournfully within it.
Suddenly, Shatuo Queshi’s body, tied to the archway, began to tremble violently.
The chains binding his body instantly shattered!
"Activate the array!" Drunk Immortal Weng retreated a few steps and also entered the array.
Around them, his disciples began to move in unison with formation flags. The array activated, and layers of an earthy yellow glow began to circulate north of the archway.
Previously, Drunk Immortal Weng hadn’t dared to make any alterations to the corpse, fearing that any changes or premature arrangements might prevent it from being successfully reanimated.
"Come! This old man has been waiting for you for a long time!" A look of keen anticipation appeared on Drunk Immortal Weng’s face.
A roar erupted from Shatuo Queshi’s mouth, carrying with it an utterly vast and desolate aura.
"Good! Such resonant power proves the baleful energy has been stably cultivated. The potential is immense!"
The archway trembled, and Shatuo Queshi was completely free of his bonds!
"Excellent! Even though damaged, this physique is still incredibly robust! Barbarian Martial Cultivators inherently possess stronger bodies. The physique of a Third Rank Martial Cultivator combined with a Zombie’s body—this is a truly supreme physique! Excellent, excellent, truly excellent!"
Shatuo Queshi landed on the ground.
However, in the very next moment, Shatuo Queshi’s actions left Drunk Immortal Weng, everyone else around the array, and even Li Yuanhu—who was single-handedly channeling the power of the array eye—collectively stunned!
WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!!!!
After landing, Shatuo Queshi didn’t head north. Instead, he unhesitatingly began to sprint south at incredible speed, moving like a clap of thunder!
"ARGH!" Li Yuanhu roared in fury, wanting to give chase. But he was at the array eye, and with the formation still active, if he tried to forcibly leave, the full power of the Subduing Tiger Array would bear down on him. Indeed, its power immediately did so, restricting his movements.
Drunk Immortal Weng, somewhat bewildered, took out the piece of paper again. On it, there was indeed still only a single blue line pointing north.
Immediately, Drunk Immortal Weng bit the tip of his tongue and spat a mouthful of blood essence onto it.
The blood from the tip of his tongue began to coalesce on the paper, forming a red line that pointed... south!
"This shouldn’t be happening! It can’t be! The Left Valley King never married and left no descendants. How could he possibly have a ’blood-offering kin’ in this world!"
"What are you kowtowing for?"
"It’s a custom where I’m from. Whenever we see a prayer cushion or an offering table, no matter the god or buddha, whether we know them or not, we kowtow. It’s just a small gesture, you know? It doesn’t cost anything to just bob your head a bit; there’s no harm in it."
"Indeed, no harm done."
Someone once set up an offering table for me, lit three candles, and paid his respects.
Someone once took it upon himself to prostrate and kowtow.
The offerings were taken from my own tent.
The candles were taken from my own tent.
And that kowtow... you performed it yourself.
I, Shatuo Queshi, lived my entire life alone in this barren, sandy desert.
But from that moment onward, someone made me a blood offering.
Having received that blood offering, I shall protect their well-being.
Yes, truly no harm done!