“That was a surprise attack, and the South will definitely raise their guard. Suspicious persons will be barred from entry, and we will likely see a purge soon. South Imperial City will become the safest place in the world.”
Chui Yim wasn’t convinced, but Chor Shing Chit’s kindness still moved him. “Okay. I have daily classes at the Cloud Palace outer sect; I don’t have time to leave the city anyway.”
With that, he left Chor Mansion without taking Chor Shing Chit’s words to heart. He didn’t deem himself as valuable as he had been in his past life. So what if he was a glipheon? He wasn’t even a great master. So what if he could forge? The best he could do was making grade two gliph weapons. So what if he might be a genius? It wasn’t like he was a threat to anybody.
As for necrogliphism, that could be left to the elites. He just had to take care of his own cultivation and to become stronger—so he could live his life freely as he wished.
Images flashed by as if the viewers were actually present. Three black shadows surrounded her as she fought off countless enemies.
Finally, the elixir’s illusory mountain took on its actual form in reality and took the elderly woman’s life. However, the image was focused on a particular teen right before her death.
At a closer look, the image was projected from a pitch-black arm. Grey ashes dispersed in the air after the replay ended. Only two people remained in the spacious room, their eyes still locked onto the lingering scene.
One of them sat on a throne made of countless remains, but not that of the Asura Devil Elephant. It was much whiter as it was made out of human remains. The person sitting on the throne had black flame burning on his face as if he was from hell.
It was terrifying, especially with the arm he was holding in his hands. Moments later, the arm turned into ashes as he spoke in his echoey voice, “What do you think?”In front of him was an old man. Whenever a breeze fluttered his robe, a terrifying mark on his chest that could be seen. Of course, he could’ve hidden it if he had wanted to.
After a long pause, he shook his head. “It’s hard to say. There was too little energy to see everything, maybe because they couldn’t preserve the other remains. All we saw was the scene of her fighting the elites of Southern Ping.
“I believe that the tribe master already noticed that the Yellow Spring Lady’s strength was greatly reduced, and she was left with less than half of her actual capability. As a four-chambered cultivator who practices the Nine Levels of Hell, nobody should be able to stop her escape besides the very few cultivators who have reached the peak.
“The image earlier tells a simple story. She failed to escape in time due to her loss of strength. The reason behind it is unknown, nor we don’t have any clues.”
The black flame nodded and spoke in his scary voice, “Yellow Spring Lady was a powerful cultivator. We aren’t going to dismiss the possibility that there might be stronger cultivators who can defeat her. Still, seeing how she nearly escaped Ping Chi’s Southern Mountain Elixir, some unknown attack must have greatly suppressed her. That unknown threat is something we must and will be investigating.”
There were many reasons for launching such a dramatic assault on South Imperial City, but they were particularly determined to retrieve the Yellow Spring Lady’s remains.
“We cultivate the most negative energy in this world, death energy. This allows us to suppress most cultivators, so it isn’t surprising that there’s something that can in turn suppress us. Even though it might be as rare as a phoenix’s feather, we will be in danger if they act against us!
“If there’s anything that can counter us, it is likely it’ll suppress us completely. Facing it will be extremely dangerous, just like Chor Huet Zhin’s Bloody War Strike.”
But there was no response from Hung Zhin who kept his poker face.
“If not for you, Chor Huet Zhin would have died at the Bloody War Frontier. How would he have returned to the South? But he was smart. He remained sheltered there until his death,” the black flame continued, reprimanding Hung Zhin.
“Let’s not talk about him anymore. We will send people to investigate what happened to the Yellow Spring Lady, who she met in Southern Ping and so on. I want to know every single thing that took place. As for the teen she died staring at… he’s the child who inherited Chor Huet Zhin’s Bloody War Strike, right?”
“Yes, it’s him.” Hung Zhin nodded.
“Find a chance and kill him.” The black flame snapped. “Even though he’s just a child, we cannot take any risks. In a hundred years, when we take over the world, we cannot risk any hindrances.”
“Yes, Tribemaster.”
After settling everything, the black flame seemed to be tired. He scanned the horrifying mark on Hung Zhin’s chest once more. “How’s your health?”
“I won’t be able to last more than three years.” Hung Zhin replied calmly.
“Mhm.” The black flame wasn’t surprised by his answer. “Do you have any recommendations for the next great elder?”
“Tribemaster, I recommend Skinny Tiger,” Hung Zhin replied, having come prepared.
The black flame hummed.
“Skinny Tiger played a huge part in our success at South Imperial City. He did well to retrieve the corpses of Yellow Spring Lady and Chor Huet Zhin. More importantly, he is always aware of the big picture. Not any simple-headed fighter can take on the role of a great elder.”
“Oh? I thought you would recommend Ling Fei.” The black flame was surprised by Hung Zhin’s answer.
“Ling Fei…” Hung Zhin’s eyes lit up. “I plan on handing him over to our Sacred Son as a guard. He can do the job well enough until the Sacred Son matures.”
“You’d rather let Skinny Tiger take over as great elder and make Ling Fei that kid’s guard?” Even though Black Flame deliberately changed his voice, his shock was still apparent.
“The world believes that we necrocultivators are devils that defy the heavens and destiny when we are the ones who believe in them the most.” Hung Zhin laughed. “Ancient records say that the one bearing the Bloodstained Hill’s Sacred Icon will determine the future of our tribe and shroud the world in darkness. Why should I change my belief just because I’m about to die?”
“Whatever floats your boat.” After a long pause, the black flame spoke. “I’m going into seclusion. Old Ngai and that kid hold terrifying strength, especially that old man who controls that gliph formation. After that fight, the energy I’ve been suppressing almost escaped. I need time to seal it again, which will take at least twenty years.
“This means that this will be the last time we meet.”
“I understand, Tribemaster. I wish you well. I believe our tribe is destined to rule the world eternally.” Hung Zhin bowed.
“I pray that you’ll have a smooth journey before and beyond death.”
When Hung Zhin regained his senses, he was already at his ivory throne on the fifth level. He smiled thinly despite his impending demise.
“How would my last few days be good if I’ve already been suffering all my life?” he mumbled to himself as he reminisced about his past.
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