Chapter 105: 105 Wu Geng, Tongtian City – 6K Subscription Request, Part Two Chapter Six

"I heard the Great King plans to summon that South Province Si Tu family's daughter into the palace next year?"

Haojing, inside the Taiwei Palace.

Ji Gong Sheng was lounging leisurely on the bed, but upon hearing the voice, he immediately rolled off the bed and approached the voice's owner.

"Shuo Er? How is the matter progressing?"

He looked at the woman who had appeared in his inner chambers with an expectant expression and asked.

"Everything is ready," the woman nodded, slightly turning her body to evade Ji Gong Sheng's reaching hand.

"Shuo remains pure, so I ask the Great King to restrain yourself,"

"Heh, hehe." Hearing the woman's words, Ji Gong Sheng smiled, not angry, and his gaze toward her held only flattery and intense earnestness:

"Didn't we agree that after next year I would depose that woman and make you my consort?"

"After that next year, I will become the Great King's woman," the woman smiled faintly, though it was hard to tell if she was laughing. "Why does the Great King need to be so eager?"

Speaking, she looked at the two bodies on Ji Gong Sheng's bed, "Moreover, the two women on the Great King's bed far surpass me in beauty and figure; if all you desire is a fleeting dalliance, I think these two demons are sufficient, aren't they?"

"Shuo Er, what are you saying! Those are merely monsters; how could they compare to you, Shuo Er?" Ji Gong Sheng, hearing the woman's words, immediately adopted a serious tone and said:

"I'll have someone kill those two monsters right now."

"Men!"

Several female guards stepped forward, about to approach Ji Gong Sheng's bed, but the woman said at that moment:

"Enough." Then she looked at Ji Gong Sheng, "Since the Great King no longer wants these two female demons, why not give them to me, how about that?"

"Of course, of course!" Ji Gong Sheng nodded repeatedly. Then, recalling the woman's initial words, he hurriedly added with a smile:

"Shuo Er, my plan to summon that Si Tu family's daughter into the palace next year is not to satisfy personal desire! It is for..."

The woman nodded, made a gesture toward Ji Gong Sheng, indicating she understood his meaning.

She then asked, "That is indeed a good move, but Great King, the former troops of the Yin people in South Province may not be so easy to win over, right?"

"Hehe, Shuo Er need not worry about this; I have my own way," Ji Gong Sheng said with a confident smile.

The woman bowed to Ji Gong Sheng and then left the inner chambers. After she vanished from sight, Ji Gong Sheng waved his hand to the side.

"Great King."

A female attendant immediately stepped forward and knelt on the ground.

"Has the item already been delivered?"

"It has been taken over."

"Any changes over in Shen Province?"

"Everything is normal."

"Good," Ji Gong Sheng praised, his smile gradually turning grim.

To date, Great Zhou has had twelve emperors, and among them six empresses were all from Shen Province, women of the Jiang clan. This naturally includes the current Zhou emperor's empress, "Empress Shen."

Since Wang Wu, Shen Province has always been governed by a Jiang clan governor.

The Ji surname is the royal surname of Great Zhou, while Jiang is the most noble of noble surnames. Under one family, above ten thousand families.

In those days, Wang Wu overthrew the Shang to establish Zhou, and the Jiang clan contributed indispensably. The first Great Zhou empress was Wang Wu's wife, Yi Jiang.

Great Zhou nobles revere the Jiang surname; the second ranking beneath Jiang is the Si surname.

King Wen, father of Wang Wu, and King Cheng, son of Wang Wu, both had wives from the Si family. Moreover, the Si clan of Great Zhou has countless ties with the present Xia Kingdom.

Because the Xia Kingdom's royal family bears the Si surname.

South Province, above the Wang Gu Lin.

"Are you crazy, daring to lift his seal!!?"

Li Shangxuan stared at Si Tu Jin, angrily saying, "If it ever gets out of control, the entire South Province will be engulfed in blood!!"

"Since you dare to resurrect Wu Geng, you must have a flawless plan," Si Tu Jin replied to Li Shangxuan's questioning without a hint of panic.

She lifted a cup of tea, took a gentle sip, and said with a smile:

"Wu Geng's soul and flesh were already divided after death by a star spirit artifact, greatly reducing the chance of his demonization."

"Moreover, we did not bring out Wu Geng's demonic body," Si Tu Jin continued, her gaze shifting to behind the flying shuttle, "What is stored there is not even Wu Geng's whole soul, merely a fragment of his soul."

"His mortal body and most of his soul remain locked beneath Qingping Island."

Now Wang Wu knows what exactly is being suppressed beneath Yuanqing Lake, as he had heard before.

Affection is a second‑class kite.

"The Head of the Qingping Sect certainly knows this, and it is with his assistance that we were able to extract this fragment of Wu Geng's remnant soul."

"But a mere fragment of soul may be of no use within Tongtian City, right?"

Yao Qing looked at Si Tu Jin and asked.

"Hehe," Si Tu Jin chuckled, but did not answer Yao Qing, merely snapping her fingers.

"Snap—"

After the sound, the wall behind the flying shuttle suddenly sank down, then rose up again.

Everyone turned back and saw a coffin lying quietly behind the opened secret door.

The coffin's shape was extremely odd; rather than a coffin, it resembled a 'sleep pod' from a sci‑fi work.

Its surface patterns and reliefs were typical of the Shang style.

Several people dressed in bizarre garb, their bodies fully wrapped, sat quietly on both sides of Wu Geng's coffin, three on each side.

"Open."

Si Tu Jin rose from her seat, walked through the aisle into the secret door, and instructed the people on both sides.

Upon receiving the order, the six of them stood simultaneously and pressed their hands into the palm‑shaped recesses of the coffin.

Then blood was drawn from their hands, flowing along the recesses onto the coffin's veins, filling them and causing the entire coffin to emit an eerie red glow.

These six blood donors' bodies withered and dried at an extreme speed; in under half a minute they turned into dry corpses and fell to the ground.

Snicker—

Snicker—

Snicker—

Fresh blood surged completely into the coffin, followed by a series of hissing sounds; the mechanical structure of the coffin lid began to move continuously, as if undergoing some kind of unsealing process.

After the sixth hissing sound, the coffin lid fully opened, a puff of white smoke billowed out, instantly dropping the temperature inside the shuttle to below zero.

In the next moment, the white smoke cleared, and a body sat up from within the coffin.

"Not dead?"

Wang Wu looked at Wu Geng sitting up from the coffin, somewhat surprised.

"Dead," Li Shangxuan said beside him, "It's merely a meat person made from Wu Geng's bones and blood, without consciousness. Without someone to control it, it wouldn't even know how to breathe and would suffocate itself."

"In recent decades, many Shang tombs have been opened, and a flood of treasures entered the world; they rely on these meat people made from the bone blood of the Yin‑Shang royal lineage."

"I swear, this is a clone???"

Wang Wu heard Li Shangxuan's explanation and couldn't help but click his tongue. The technological level here is indeed overwhelming, already far beyond his home Earth.

"Wu Geng!"

Seeing Wu Geng, the son of King Zhou, with his back to her, Si Tu Jin shouted.

Hearing the voice, that Wu Geng slowly turned his head. The instant he saw that face, Wang Wu involuntarily inhaled a cold breath.

Because it was an excessively twisted, bizarre face.

"It seems that over the years, Wu Geng's body is about to give out."

Li Shangxuan watched Wu Geng clumsily crawl out of the coffin, fall to the ground, and after a while get up, standing in a grotesque, twisted posture, muttering.

"Wu Geng, how many years has he been dead?" Wang Wu asked curiously.

"Five hundred years," Li Shangxuan replied, "Even if a spiritual artifact splits soul flesh, it cannot be a permanent solution."

"Everyone, we're almost there."

At this moment, Si Tu Jin returned to the cabin where everyone was and said to them.

"Where are we?" Wang Wu was startled.

"Yin Ruins, Tongtian City."

"That fast?"

He Dong Xian is a considerable distance from Tongtian City, over four hundred kilometers in a straight line. But Wang Wu hadn't expected the shuttle could travel so fast.

However, recalling that Li Shangxuan's flying sword can reach ten Mach, it's not surprising that the shuttle covers four hundred kilometers in a few minutes.

At that time, the door at the front of the passenger cabin opened, and two cultivators walked in, one of whom was holding a box.

"Put this on."

The box opened, revealing dozens of rings lying quietly inside; Si Tu Jin was the first to take one and wear it on her hand.

After her, the others also rose, stepped forward, and took rings from the box to wear.

"Is this thing really useful?"

Wang Wu also took one and wore it; he roughly knew what this contraption was for, but honestly, he didn't have high hopes for its effect.

Because he had previously witnessed such a tragedy: those three cultivators thought the monsters in Si Hun Shan couldn't detect them, and thus acted arrogantly.

And the result? They ended up inside those monsters' stomachs.

"It indeed doesn't work on every monster," Si Tu Jin laughed, "so this needs to be paired with that."

After speaking, the other cultivator who held nothing in his hand walked over and handed three porcelain bottles to Wang Wu, Yao Qing, and Li Shangxuan respectively.

"Take them internally, and combine with this artifact; it should be sufficient to move freely within Si Hun Shan."

"And if we are truly discovered..." Si Tu Jin glanced at the twenty people before her, "I think with our strength we should be able to solve this problem."

"Six Hollow, Fourteen Break Delusion. Indeed, that's a considerable force," a female cultivator said at this moment, her gaze sweeping over everyone before lingering on Si Tu Jin, Yao Qing, and Wang Wu.

"It's just... you three, we probably can't sustain protection."

"You needn't trouble yourselves over this, fellow cultivators; you don't need to consider us."

"Then that's fine."

The female cultivator nodded.

After swallowing the pill, Wang Wu felt nothing unusual in his body.

Yao Qing, however, let out a muffled hum after taking the pill; Wang Wu glanced at her, but the woman showed no expression, revealing nothing.

The shuttle's main door opened; after being cooped up inside for a few minutes, Wang Wu finally saw the outside world.

Compared with the last visit, Si Hun Shan showed no change.

The shuttle hovered over the wide avenue in Si Hun Shan, the ground below piled with corpses.

"Everyone, let's go," Si Tu Jin stood at the cabin entrance, shouted to the group, and then jumped down first.

Everyone lined up in order, leaping off the shuttle one by one, including Wu Geng.

Snap—

Wu Geng was like a babbling child, speaking haltingly and walking crookedly.

But his body was remarkably tough; falling from a height of several meters was no trouble at all.

He scrambled up, his body twisting as he quickly 'ran' to Si Tu Jin's side.

Wang Wu, now on the ground, looked around; Zi Yuan's great tomb was quite far, as they had landed at the entrance of Tongtian City.

He glanced at the pitch‑black forest and the winding avenue, then turned; a pristine, holy city lay before him.

There were no walls, only solemn, noble, divinely‑imbued buildings.

Countless silhouettes flickered through the city, accompanied by waves of chanting, and a dense aura of ferocious wrath swept toward them.

That foul smell seemed to be controlled by some will; when it touched a person's flesh, it went instantly mad.

It kept striking the human body, as if trying to tear the flesh apart and merge with the blood inside.

But whether because of the ring or the pill, after the bloody scent surged forward, it slammed hard into the air a short distance away from everyone's bodies.

It could no longer get within even a half‑step.

And the rhythmic, beguiling chant, though still strange to the ear, no longer affected the mind.

Moreover, compared with the sanctity and nobility it once brought, what Wang Wu now felt was mostly the uncanny.

Or rather, madness and demonic nature.

No one spoke; despite the large number, they were unusually silent. Even Si Tu Jin, who had talked the most on the ship, remained mute at this moment.

She walked at the front of the group, silently heading toward the Heaven‑Reaching City; after a short while, she formally stepped into the city where shadows swayed and chants rang.

Wang Wu followed closely, stepping in with a single step.

In an instant, he suddenly had an illusion as if he had been transported to a different era, a time belonging to the past.

The sky was no longer dark but clear.

The scorching sun hung high in the nine heavens, majestic and solemn.

Only, there was not just one sun in the sky.

But nine.

Pulling his gaze away from the sky, he returned to the city, where people came and went, each face filled with happiness and fervor.

And pride.

This is the Heaven‑Reaching City of the Great Shang Dynasty, and naturally only noble Yin people are qualified to reside here.

They wore splendid garments adorned with intricate patterns, jade pendants at their waists, and rope crowns set with gems on their heads.

But the next moment, an inconspicuous yet impossible‑to‑ignore black dot appeared, instantly warping the surrounding scene.

Even the light bent at that instant; everything turned into a rotating vortex, sucked into the deep singularity before them.

The world fell back into darkness; the sky no longer held nine blazing suns, and the ground no longer bore the proud, confident, fervent Yin people.

The city's architecture was no longer colorful and radiant.

Everything reverted to white—sanctified, noble, untouchable purity.

"Ghost…"

Wang Wu sighed, looked at the completely altered surroundings, and took a bite of a pastry.

"Wu Lang, didn't you hear that just now?"

"Huh? What? Say it again, I was zoning out," Wang Wu said as he kept walking, continuing to chat with the girls in the fortress.

He didn't know why, but now he also liked eating this thing a lot, all because of some scoundrel.

He hadn't liked it much before, but since he couldn't be at a loss, he got used to eating it.

At this moment, Si Tu Jin, who was at the front, suddenly stopped. She turned back and reached out her hand toward Wang Wu.

"?"

Wang Wu said nothing, just stared at her.

Si Tu Jin also said nothing, but the outstretched hand trembled.

Wang Wu's expression turned sour; after glancing at the people behind him and sighing, he still gave the woman a piece.

He then gave a piece to Yao Qing beside him.

The group continued forward.

There was no way around it; too many people were here now. To avoid wasting time, he could only reluctantly give it up.

He shoved a pastry into his mouth, feeling a bit annoyed. He turned his head to look at Yao Qing, noticing she was also watching him.

So Wang Wu gave her another piece; Yao Qing was startled but still took it.

Si Tu Jin at the front again slipped her hand behind her back and waved it toward Wang Wu.

Wang Wu was unceremonious, reaching into his nose, digging for a while, then pulling out a clump and smearing it on Si Tu Jin's hand.

Yao Qing stopped watching, finding it a bit disgusting. Behind her, Li Shangxuan also slightly gaped.

As for Si Tu Jin at the front, the woman's body kept trembling for ten minutes.

The group kept moving forward.

"Great Shang! Great Shang! Great Shang!!!"

While passing a street in the city, a strange intonation suddenly rang out. Si Tu Jin ahead immediately raised her hand, signaling everyone to stop.

The group halted instantly, and in less than a second, a human head sprang out from ahead.

It was still a relatively normal human face. Its eyes curved like a crescent moon, the corners of its mouth lifted, splitting all the way to the ears.

"Great Shang! Great Shang! Great Shang!!!"

He wore a strange hat; a young falcon in the fortress, upon seeing this "odd person", told Wang Wu that he was a priest in the Heaven‑Reaching City.

She of course didn't know who that was, because it was just an ordinary priest.

The priest's neck was stretched long, the skin pulled taut, some parts already split open, revealing bright red flesh beneath.

In some places, the flesh had even been torn apart.

The head turned toward the corner; upon seeing Wang Wu and the others, its joyful expression deepened, and it rushed over immediately.

But whether Si Tu Jin or the others in the group, they remained utterly calm, showing no sign of nervousness.

"Great Shang! Great Shang!!!"

The odd person kept howling, its smile growing brighter, its gaze becoming ever stranger.

"Great Shang!! Great Shang!!!!!!!"

"Hahaha, hahahaha..."

Suddenly, he burst into a loud laugh:

"Da Shang! Wang!! Wang!! Wu!!! Hahaha, hahahaha..."

"Da Shang, Da Shang!!!"

Laughing like that, his head passed over each of the twenty people in the squad, lingering over each person's head for a long time.

After a full ten minutes, after moving his gaze away from the last person's front, his head returned to the road, continuing to shout as he moved forward.

At this moment, Si Tu Jin, who had been holding a "stop" gesture, turned her head, glanced at the priest who was already facing away with the back of his head, then lowered her hand.

"Da Shang, Da Shang!!"

"Wang!! Wang!!!"

"Wu!! Wu!!! Wu!!!!"

The monster's voice kept going, and its neck kept extending from behind the corner, as if its length were infinite.

Si Tu Jin took a step forward and continued onward.

The squad followed closely behind, swiftly heading deeper into the city.

But just as everyone began to move, the head that had stopped paying attention to Wang Wu and was weaving between the two sides suddenly halted.

It then turned back.

"Wang!!! Wang!!!!!!!"

Immediately after, it emitted an extremely sharp, long howl, gaping its mouth and charging toward the direction where Wang Wu and his group were.

Everyone turned back in a rush; at the rear, Zhong Pian seized a cultivator who was about to stamp a seal, holding him firmly.

"Don't move."

Zhong Pian looked at the cultivator beside him, opening and closing his mouth, producing lip‑speech.

Within Tongtian City, unless absolutely necessary, never speak. Unless absolutely necessary, also do not write. Beyond that, absolutely, absolutely, under no circumstances, use divine thought to communicate.

"Wang!!!!!"

The priest let out a sharp screech, lunged toward the scattered crowd, and crashed into Si Tu Jin.

Facing the charging priest, Si Tu Jin remained completely unmoved, her expression calm. Beside her, Wu Geng, standing in a twisted, malformed posture, emitted a sound at that moment:

"E, e... ah... ah..."

It opened its mouth and spat out segment after segment of meaningless notes.

"Hungry ah, ah, ah, ah—"

"Wang!!!!!!!!"

The joy, or perhaps the madness, on the priest's face reached its peak at this moment.

It opened its mouth, revealing two rows of clean, orderly front teeth, and bit fiercely at Wu Geng.

"Aaaah, aaaaaaa—!!!!"

In an instant, blood splattered, and the priest bit off Wu Geng's hand.

Because a fragment of Wu Geng's soul existed, it possessed the most basic instinct.

Thus, it opened its mouth and let out a loud wail like that of a newborn infant:

"Aaah, aaaaaaa!!!!"

After biting off Wu Geng's hand, the priest's head began to chew wildly. The force was so great that even its own teeth were broken and crushed by its bite.

Wu Geng kept wailing, and Si Tu Jin jabbed two fingers into its neck. In an instant, it could no longer produce any sound.

Although it still opened its mouth to wail, only a hissing release sound remained.

Then, Si Tu Jin took out a porcelain bottle, poured a pill from it, and tossed it into the opening in its neck.

In no time, Wu Geng's hand stopped bleeding and healed, including the bloodied hole in its neck.

The squad kept moving forward; the head priest did not pursue, remaining in place, frantically chewing the food in its mouth.

Its mouth was a blur of flesh and blood, and the ground was littered with blood, broken bones, and chunks of meat.

But as Wang Wu's group departed, those things quickly vanished from the ground.

The priest likewise.

When Wang Wu and his party completely left the block, the entire street fell into a death‑like silence.

The ground bore no blood, remaining as clean as new.

Not only the monster's, but also Wu Geng's.

(End of Chapter)