“Maybe we’ll have to bring forward the Evergreen Palace’s formation maintenance.” Chui Yi nodded in agreement.
“Furthermore, I’d like to summon the two old goats who still have the time for their childish games,” Lam Chun added. His displeasure was evident.
“Your Majesty, please remember their status,” Chui Yi said , but his reminder was deaf ears to Lam Chun.
“I’m the emperor here in South Imperial City!”
Far, far away in a seven-storey, intimidating, tall, black tower.
Many powerful cultivators gathered on the fifth floor. Everyone present were geniuses, but because of the path they chose, they were hunted down by the world and were brought here to their new home.
Someone sat on the ivory throne, holding an item up. “This is the remains of our tribe member, the Yellow Spring Lady.”
Countless members stared at the left arm bone whilst mumbling to themselves. If one were to go closer, one would hear them chanting the tribe’s funeral chant. In front of their Great Elder were three kneeling figures. One of them had a pale complexion and even had difficulty breathing.
“The three of them completed this important mission, the first time our tribe has taken action after thousands of years, alongside the Tribemaster!“You might not understand why we’re doing this, but this is all for the tribe.” The Great Elder looked at the surging black shadows in front of him as he got increasingly excited. “This mission is also a message from theTribemaster: we are a tribe, one family, so even if you pass on outside, the Tribemaster will do everything to recover your remains!
“This is also a proclamation to the world of necrogliphism’s impending rise!”
The chanting increased in volume and sounded emotional, as if they were reciting some slogan.
“Here in necrogliphism, we reward the worthy and punish the deserved. The three played a huge role in this mission, and our Tribemaster will grant them either a chance to kill someone, enter the Cultivation Skill Pavilion, or the Treasure Pavillion,” Great Elder said as he turned to Steelhead. “Steelhead is the one who performed the best and the one seriously injured. Make your decision.”
After a short pause, Steelhead shook his head. “I thank the Great Elder and Tribemaster for bestowing me with this blessing, but I need time to think about it.”
The Great Elder, whose face was hidden in the dark, made a rare exception; the gentleness in his voice was evident. “It’s okay. Take your time, it is forever valid.”
Steelhead was a young man the Great Elder viewed highly. He was talented and humble with an enterprising spirit. The Great Elder believed he would succeed someday, possibly becoming the next Ling Fei.
“What about you two?” The Great Elder turned towards Jet and Butterfly. Unlike how gently he treated Steelhead, he cared less about them. “Great Elder, I choose the chance to kill somebody as I’m confident in reaching the four-chambered rank!”
“Confidence is good.” The Great Elder nodded.
“I choose to enter the Treasure Pavillion, Great Elder.” Butterfly made up her mind after some hesitation.
“Okay.” The Great Elder nodded again, a ray of black light landing in front of Butterfly. “Bring this badge to the Pavilion, and you’ll be allowed to take one item.”
“Thank you, Great Elder,” Butterfly spoke.
After some time, the crowd left, leaving Siu Fu and the Great Elder in the spacious hall.
Ordinary necrocultivators were only allowed entry to the fifth floor for important events. Otherwise, only the Great Elder and the few four-chambered necrocultivators who were practising the nine levels of hell could enter.
Under the Great Elder’s order, only the two of them remained.
Siu Fu did not like the Great Elder despite spending several months with him. It might be due to his past life, but he never liked anyone who hid their faces. However, he was clear that he was currently too weak; it’d only take a flick of the Great Elder’s finger to kill him, the Sacred Son. Still, he never believed that he was the one and worked hard to cultivate. He was treading thin ice and couldn’t afford to be careless.
“You still don’t see our tribe as family; I’m aware of this,” the Great Elder spoke and turned to him. “Because Law Sum killed someone you cared greatly, right?”
Siu Fu hung his head down with an extremely cold expression and remained silent to the Great Elder’s words.
Siu Fu’s reaction did not affect the Great Elder as he continued. “Law Sum shouldn’t have done so, but he undoubtedly respected you greatly. Did I say anything when you wanted to kill him?
“You’re our Sacred Son, which means that you will become the next Tribemaster of our tribe. Your life, growth and all are of the utmost importance to us, on the condition that you view yourself as part of the tribe.”
“Even if I might go after your life in the future?” Siu Fu looked at the face hidden in darkness.
The Great Elder remained silent. If anyone was present, they would definitely be stunned. The Great Elder was a cruel man; he once slapped someone to death when the person spoke to him rudely. Where did Siu Fu find the courage to speak to him like this?
“Do you know why the Tribemaster chose to act this time?” The Great Elder spoke after a long silence.
“The Tribemaster escaped using the death energy our tower collected after several thousand years and turned it into a powerful teleportation tool that worked despite South Imperial City’s gliph formation. It was a great tool, but it cost a massive amount of death energy that will take decades to recover.
“Our mighty Tribemaster was up against two peak elites, including the scary Old Ngai who controls the Thousand Mountain and Streams formation of the Evergreen Palace. Even for someone as powerful as he is, the injuries he suffered will require several years to recover.
“There are many reasons why he took action this time. Some were mentioned in the previous meeting, like showing the world our comeback and retrieving the Yellow Spring Lady’s remains. But neither was the most important reason. It’s you.”
“Me?” Siu Fu looked up, dumbfounded.
The Great Elder nodded slowly. “Do you know about Chor Huet Zhin and his famous Bloody War Strike?”
“I’ve heard of it. I also heard that Chor Huet Zhin designed it with a Hung Clan disciple, Hung Zhin. Am I right?”
“Yes,” The Great Elder responded softly. “Then, did you know Hung Zhin was a member of our tribe?”
Siu Fu’s face changed. Necrocultivators liked to address themselves as “our tribe” or “fellow tribe member” despite not being blood-related as they felt they were of another level than others. They were a family regardless of their backgrounds.
But…
How was it possible that Hung Zhin was also a Necrocultivator!?Impossible!
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