Ti, in the blink of an eye, had co to the end of August.
At the Turbid River Ferry in Hejin County, where the first Dragon Gate, Yu Gate, was located, a special site for executing criminals was prepared.
The execution ground had been set up, and a criminal with the ferocious face of a leopard and ringed eyes was bound hands behind and pushed to the center of the execution platform by constables.
"The criminal Tu Wannian fled to our Hejin County a month ago, oppressing the locals, committing every conceivable evil.
Three days ago, he even killed seventeen mbers of the prominent Zou family, his cris unforgivable. Today he will be executed to uphold justice—behead him!"
As the white-haired County Magistrate threw down the order token, the assembled citizens burst into cheers.
"Kill him! Kill him!"
"The villain deserves death!"
"....."
This Tu Wannian had arrived in Hejin County a month prior, bullying n and won, committing heinous acts, and in just a few short days he had beco the local tyrant, infamous to the degree that even children were silenced by his na.
Even worse, three days ago, he had coveted the beauty of Mrs. Zou and committed an utterly inhuman act of annihilating her entire family.
If it had been an ordinary case of annihilation, the County Magistrate of Hejin would not have been so eager to capture the criminal.
The key issue was that the seventh concubine of his household, an exquisite beauty, happened to be from the Zou family.
Seeing his concubine still sobbing beside him, the County Magistrate’s heart nearly broke, and he quickly summoned the executioner.
"Quickly, execute him!"
However, when the executioner’s blade ca down, Tu Wannian’s head did not fall.
New flesh sprouted from the severed surfaces of head and neck, fusing them back together in the span of a breath without spilling a drop of blood.
"Hahaha, it doesn’t hurt a bit—didn’t you eat?"
The ferocious-faced Tu Wannian twisted his neck, loudly mocking the executioner, unabashedly displaying his confidence.
Although in recent years there had been many of these demon folk, the spectacle still terrified the onlookers until they were pale.
The County Magistrate was furious and commanded,
"What, he’s a demon? Burn him, burn him to death for !"
But what happened next only served to chill their hearts even more.
No matter if burned with fire, drowned in water, or buried in soil, nothing hard him in the slightest. Poison, ax chopping, black dog blood... none had any effect.
If the criminal hadn’t been securely bound, the crowd there for the spectacle would have long since fled in terror.
Just at that mont,
Tu Wannian suddenly felt a heat on his arm. A mark, shaped like three lotuses stuck together, slowly erged on his skin.
"Today your grandpa has other important business, we’ll play another day, hahaha..."
He stood up and with only a slight struggle, the ropes binding him snapped apart, and then he turned and left.
Taking great strides as fast as a running horse, not even the constables skilled in military techniques could catch up.
His initial capture clearly had been nothing but a jest to him.
The County Magistrate was nearly cowering under the table, watching helplessly as the demon escaped, too afraid to utter a word.
As he stuck his head out, trying to sneak a look at what was happening outside, he could have never expected the still more horrifying scene that followed.
Crack, crack...
With the sound of cracking joints,
About two-thirds of the people in the execution ground suddenly contorted and transford into lifeless wooden puppets, which filed into two boxes buried in the ground.
One old and one young, both ordinary-looking stallholders, picked up the boxes and left.
On their arms, the sa twin-lotus marks also appeared.
As they walked away, they sang,
"With not a bit of skin or flesh, burdens of sorrow and suffering fresh. Puppets reeling in their threads to tease, seeking a minuscule figure to put the enemy at ease. What sha is there in seeing through feigned cries? Stupid as they are, five miles gone in isolation lies... "
If Wang Yuan had been there, he would have recognized at a glance that the young man was the unscrupulous vendor who had intended to sell the Blood Ginseng Poison to Xu Zhenzhi (Chapter 147)!
The County Magistrate hiding under the table saw most of the spectators in the execution ground, many of his constables, his own steward, the sobbing concubine... all crawl into those two n’s boxes.
"Ugh!"
He imdiately rolled his eyes and fainted on the spot.
"Ahhh..."
The remaining bystanders, witnessing their relatives and friends suddenly turn into wooden puppets, scread in terror, many collapsing or going mad from the shock.
The "Shocking Qi," "Fear Qi," and "Madness Qi" from the Earth Spirit Qi on their bodies each split into three parts and pursued Tu Wannian and the two "Yan Masters."
The entire beheading at the execution ground turned out to be nothing but a "ga" played by three demons to collect "Earth Spirit Qi" from the start to the end.
In Qingjian Town under the jurisdiction of Hejin, on Xiyuan Mountain,
The local dicinal herbs like Chaihu, Red Sage, and so on were quite famous, and the paths were constantly traveled by dicine gatherers and rchants.
"Hiss! Who’s so malicious to draw sothing so terrifying here?"
"Exactly, this is simply wicked!"
A narrow mountain path allowed only one person to traverse at a ti, hugging the cliff edge. One misstep could send even the most agile traveller tumbling down the abyss.
Two dicine gatherers hiking together discovered soone had painted a mural at the corner of this narrow path. At first glance, it looked like a fierce tiger was lying in ambush on the mountain road.
The tiger was surrounded by walls of ghastly black evil ghosts, their ferocity chilling to the bone, seemingly ready to leap off and devour human hearts on the slightest noise.
Startled and nearly slipping, the two gatherers began to curse and moved to erase the mural, worried about future travelers having accidents.
Roar—!
The tiger in the painting suddenly leapt out, roaring at the dicine gatherers. Terrified, they stepped into the void and fell from the cliff screaming together.
Looking down at the base of the cliff shrouded in clouds and fog, there already lay a dozen mangled corpses wearing various clothes.
The black and evil ghosts on the cliff walls were all smiles and open mouths, sucking in air towards the foot of the cliff, and in the blink of an eye, they devoured the essence and spirit of the two people to the last bit.
It seed to them that this place was not so much a cliff, but rely a dining plate for their als.
After being sated and quenched, the mural returned to its original state.
Evil ghosts and ferocious tigers were ready to wait for the next wave of guests.
A small mark of a Twin Lotus suddenly appeared on the arm of one of the diminutive evil ghosts.
"Getting tired of eating dicine n and Woodcutters around here; it’s about ti I went out for so fun.
Let those citizens of the lavish and opulent lands also have the opportunity to admire the masterpieces of the Ghost Painter."
As they spoke, the group of evil ghosts, as if drawn with charcoal, began to free themselves from the painting.
They overlapped one by one, transitioning from two-dinsional to three-dinsional, and ford into a short man with pitch-black skin.
He ambled down the mountain with his hands behind his back.
...
On the higher banks of the Turbid River, within a secluded mansion bearing the sign "Lingshui Inn,"
Xue Donglou was perched on a couch, perusing the list of dozens of demons and evil beings sent to him by Monk Liaoxing.
After several days of recuperation, the Insect God refined by the Three Corpse Worm Divine Skill had rged perfectly with his flesh, and even Zhu Bo’an would hardly detect any clues in his presence.
Moreover, at this mont, he seed composed, as if he had recovered from the alarming and disastrous news of the void left in the Xue family’s wealth and personnel, ready to make a coback.
"Tu Wannian, skilled in a Yellow Departnt Taoist skill—Hidden Fetus Soul Storage Technique, with a Cultivation base at the Foundation Establishnt level.
His life is not in his own body, but in other objects, capable of using a well-trained soul to heal new wounds.
A Life Altar nourished by the hearts of people is necessary for the exchange and cultivation of life. The more fearful the victim is before death, the better the nourishing effect.
If everyone in a place talks about it with sheer terror, then, after Receiving Talisman, the Life Altar used for hiding the soul can transform from solid to ethereal, and can be buried anywhere without fear of being found and destroyed."
"Yan Masters of the Zhong family, skilled in the art of Puppets, can create chaos with fakes. In their possession, a Deceit Object can turn living people into puppets for their own command.
Especially Zhong Father with his True Qi level cultivation, once used that Deceit Object to harm an entire town’s people.
In the casket he holds, no one knows how many ’living puppets’ that cannot live or die."
Ghost Cultivator, the Ghost Painter; Sword Hero, Shen Jiantong; Feng Shui Master, Qianxing; Breeder, Third Dong...
And others...
At that mont, a crystal clear bare foot gently stroked and enticed Xue Donglou’s chest, making it hard for him to concentrate on perusing the docunts.
Grabbing that small foot, which was like a white carp, he was about to pounce on the naked beauty beside him.
But he was stopped in his tracks by the lady’s other bare foot placed firmly on his forehead.
However.
This Young Master Xue, who was always accustod to acting on his whims, was not only not annoyed but full of lust and entranced.
All because this was no ordinary woman, but also one of the dozens of demons and monsters.
Lady Huaiyu, a master at the Yin God level!
She was "beautiful and kind-hearted," never forgetting to bestow her flesh wherever she went, dealing with Officials, Scholars, rchants, Widowers, Servants, Beggars... allowing them all to experience this ultimate joy of the Mortal World.
But she would soon tire of these besotted n, and those discarded playthings would all inevitably die miserably with their hearts dug out, under her pogranate skirt.
A real fem fatale.
"Giggle giggle giggle..."
The lodious laughter of Lady Huaiyu was captivating and bewitching to the mind.
"Though this fine skin of yours makes want to gobble you up, Young Master Xue, our fellow companions will be here soon," she said.
Xue Donglou knew he couldn’t force her, so he stood up with reluctance and said:
"I think Huaiyu is just craving their bodies, isn’t she?"
"You know well, Young Master Xue.
Kind-hearted Huaiyu naturally likes to share the love.
I’ve heard that Young Master Huadie, who is also at the Yin God level, is unparalleled in beauty and practices the Supre Forget Love’s Great Dream Butterfly Technique.
I’m really curious to see if I can make him lose his cultivation," she giggled."
The two dressed and got up amidst laughter, stepping out to welco the evil crowd soon to gather at Dengzhou Prefecture.
There was one thing Wang Yuan hadn’t anticipated.
These demonic and evil heretics were all bad eggs, never rising early without the promise of profit.
Although many were ready to organize a Killing Banquet to steal a Killing Dao Fruit to beco a cunning immortal,
there were plenty of places to exploit at will after the retreat of the Dragon Qi Prohibition;
why bother stepping into the muddy waters of the Turbid River Falling Dragon and clashing with the Great Yan Court and the crazed Imperial Dragon Guards?
It was all for the vast benefits promised by Xue Donglou.
One could see the true foundations of Xue family, which were not the Clan of the age-old residence of Shanyang City, but Pri Minister Xue Jiexi commanding the central power!
As long as he stood firm, the Xue family would continue to stand tall.
The "commission," hastily allocated from the Capital and finally assembled today,
had therefore delayed the assembly of the evil horde beyond his expectations.
Cutting off his own flesh, spilling his blood, even selling his favors, Xue Donglou secretly swore vengeance:
"With two Yin God level and more than a dozen True Qi and Dharma Seal level helpers.
Imperial Dragon Guards! Wait for ; everything that I’ve lost, I will take it back double! And I’ll ensure that all of you die miserably!"
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