Chapter 256: Qianxing Chronicle PV

The huge power gap lies before them; Fu Yan can only choose to admit defeat, and what awaits him is eternal punishment.

Although its fighting spirit is shattered for now, Fu Yan still thinks there will be a chance to make a comeback later; Suiyang is immortal, so they will always have a chance.

After dealing with Fu Yan, the Ghost‑Capture Squad's operation can be considered concluded. Having gone through this Suiyang transformation, Huo Huo's Weiba returned to seal, Su Shang now has a talking point about a dead‑heat with Yan Qing, Xiao Guizi obtained a high‑follower account, Xing Ye Jingyuan received a Xing Qiong… Everyone now has a bright future.

Death God.

Xiumu Baiya sat upright in the Sixth Squad's tea room, watching the Suiyang transformation smoothly conclude on the sky curtain; a barely perceptible smile tugged at Baiya's mouth corner.

Suddenly, the cherry blossom petals drifting outside were disturbed by a burst of spiritual pressure; Pingzi Mako hung upside down on the window frame, her golden bangs hanging down.

"Oh? Rare to see you smile; so interested in the Luofu Celestial Vessel matter?" Pingzi flipped herself and slid into the tea room, casually scooping up the tea snacks before Baiya.

Baiya closed his eyes, silently sipping the strong tea without a hint of reaction: "Trespassing into another's tea room—this is the Fifth Squad's etiquette?"

"Don't be so serious~" Pingzi sat cross‑legged, twirling an empty tea cup with her fingertips, "Aren't you curious about an organization of the Celestial Vessel during this incident?"

Baiya set down the tea cup, eyes narrowing slightly: "What?"

"Ten King Office."

"Based on current intel, the Ten King Office is an organization completely independent of the Celestial Vessel; if I were to make an analogy… it resembles the relationship between the mortal world and the Corpse Soul Realm—at least in terms of function, it's quite similar."

"Those who emerge from the Ten King Office are called 'Nether Agents' and 'Judges'… Don't you think that sounds a lot like 'Death God'? Do you think our Corpse Soul Realm might have countless ties with the Celestial Vessel's Ten King Office?"

Baiya glanced sideways at him, tone calm: "A superficial conjecture; the Corpse Soul Realm has existed for more than a few thousand years. Moreover, another issue is that the Ten King Office's location seems extremely mysterious—ordinary people have no chance of seeing it."

"As for the relationship you mentioned… it would be great if we could see the Ten King Office with our own eyes—"

"Wait, Baiya, the scene on the sky curtain seems to be changing," Pingzi Mako suddenly interrupted, pointing upward, "This time the image appears to be… Huo Huo?"

"Celestial Vessel travelers roam beyond the heavens, inevitably encountering strange forces and deities, and thus many supernatural tales arise."

On the sky curtain, Huo Huo clutches a compass, moving forward according to its direction.

Her target is a distant mountain, but the mountain is shrouded in perpetual gray mist; jagged rocks protrude from the cliffs like withered ghost claws. Ancient trees on the mountain twist and knot, their dry branches snapping in the wind with a sound like bone joints rubbing—crack crack.

"And on that day, a novice Judge of the Ten King Office received an edict to be tasked with subduing demons…"

Huo Huo finally managed to climb the mountain, only to see the gate exuding a chilling aura; two lanterns hanging at the entrance resembled bright fangs, eager to swallow her whole. She closed her eyes in fear and ran forward, hearing a faint footstep on the path; when she opened her eyes, two child attendants stood by the roadside.

Dragon Clan.

"That narrator's voice… must be Weiba, right?"

"Remove the 'must', it's just Weiba," Chu Zihang sighed lightly, "I don't know what they're playing, but the scene seems to show Huo Huo having just joined the Ten King Office, a demon‑subduing scene."

"Also, I just noticed… the directional marker on Huo Huo's compass is a Bagua diagram, right? Isn't that something only your country has?" Caesar frowned; although his history grades were poor, he could still recognize such iconic cultural symbols. "Why does the Celestial Vessel also have a Bagua?"

The Bagua has a history of several thousand years, said to originate from the Huaxia civilization's Fuxi, the 'forefather of a hundred kings.' Caesar, though not very interested in the Bagua, vaguely knows it's a powerful thing.

"Perhaps… 'Heaven's Way is not secret'?" Chu Zihang speculated.

"…What secrecy?" Caesar felt his head a bit swollen.

"Have you ever studied the Bagua Palm?" Chu Zihang changed the question outright.

"I've heard of it." Caesar had shown combat talent far beyond his peers since childhood; his family had always cultivated his fighting skills. He hadn't learned every famous martial art in the world, but had heard of many from teachers.

"The footwork of Russian Georgian dance and the thigh muscle dynamics are analogous to the Bagua Palm's 'Bagua turning walk.'" Chu Zihang explained calmly, "Although the cultures differ, what one discerns may be realized elsewhere in the world, just used differently."

"Oh…" Caesar seemed to understand, yet not quite, but his focus shifted, "You also know Russian Georgian dance?"

"Before the Lionheart Society, a female member voluntarily invited me to a dance performance."

"So, what happened next?"

"…After the show we ate together, and I noticed her face turned hot and flushed when she looked at me, so I concluded she must have a fever and took her to a nearby hospital." Chu Zihang's expression grew serious, "Anything wrong?"

"No problem, just that… your handling is very much your style."

"Huo Huo approached the two child attendants: 'May I ask…'"

The two child attendants slowly turned, their pallid faces casting a blue‑gray hue in the dim light; their mouths curled, slender tongues like crimson snake tongues nearly touching the ground.

"'Newcomer…'"

"'We shall treat you well'"

Their voices overlapped, sounding like echoes squeezed from a decaying coffin.

"Wuwaaaaa—!!"

Huo Huo finally couldn't hold back and bolted, fleeing behind a crumbling wall, panting with lingering fear. The two child attendants hopped like zombies, repeatedly chanting "Welcome" from their mouths.

At that moment, the compass's direction shifted again; a hand slowly emerged from a nearby coffin, lifting a small corner of its lid.

"N-no way…"

Huo Huo drew a copper‑coin sword from behind, trembling as she stepped to the coffin, cautiously sticking out her head to peer inside.

Inside the coffin was empty, yet a black silhouette had somehow appeared behind her. Huo Huo turned back in terror, hearing a strange "crack" sound from the person's neck; the head twisted at an odd angle, a pair of blood‑red eyes staring intently at her.

"You… are the newcomer?"