Chapter 1648: Heaven's Mandate Seven Monster Hunting Log 39

Heaven's Mandate Seven, Xuan Jin and the Crown Prince leading the imperial troops headed to the lair where the Master of the Myriad Ghost Heart controlled the walking corpses.

As Yang Yu expected, it lay underground, stretching for dozens of miles all the way to the city's outskirts.

The Heaven's Mandate Seven followed behind.

Yang Yu stroked his chin and said, "You say the Crown Prince is overly familiar with the training grounds; besides, what's a normal basement doing under the military training field? He must have been secretly training private troops here to rebel."

Rong Zixu said, "Imperial family squabbles are none of our concern; we need not speculate further."

"I have another matter," Yang Yu whispered as he caught up to Rong Zixu, "Senior Martial Brother, don't you think this Daoist priest looks a bit familiar?"

Rong Zixu exclaimed, "You think so too?"

Jin Chen: "?"

"I don't see why he wouldn't look familiar."

Yang Yu laughed nonstop, "Even your Third Month Sister doesn't remember—that shows you were all young back then and forgot… wait a moment."

His steps halted and his face suddenly changed.

"I remember who he is."

The seven slowed their steps in unison, hearing Yang Yu lower his voice: "I've seen him before; our master captured him on the mountain… he's a heretical cultivator."

Rong Zixu also gradually recalled his childhood memory and replied solemnly, "He is a heretical cultivator; I once saw him exchange blows with our master."

Our master once said the difference between a heretical cultivator and a ghostly fiend is merely whether they are alive; essentially both will commit cruel acts against the innocent—even extracting hearts after cutting open bellies to cultivate.

Jin Chen speculated, "Could Xuan Jin be related to the Master of the Myriad Ghost Heart?"

【Heh, guessed right!】

Ling Gun Gun jumped excitedly, 【Xuan Jin is the Master of the Myriad Ghost Heart!】

【……】Impressive.

Jin Chen then lifted his gaze and earnestly repeated Ling Gun Gun's words.

The six senior martial brothers and sisters: "……"

Jing Xingcan glanced ahead, dazed, while Xuan Jin still chatted and laughed beside the Crown Prince, declaring he would see to it.

Gooseflesh rose all over his body.

"But… Xiao Chen, how did you know?" Yang Yu asked after regaining his composure, "Just now you said you didn't know him, didn't you?"

Jin Chen remained silent, appearing calm and unbothered.

In truth, his mind raced frantically for an excuse.

What's wrong with the big shot knowing a few more clues!

Jin Chen: "When I was unconscious, I received a heaven‑bestowed prophecy."

Rong Zixu raised an eyebrow, not exposing him.

Clearly, that night Xiao Chen still said he dreamed of their past lives.

But Xiao Chen already bears too many secrets; a few more would hardly seem out of place.

As long as he stays and lives well, everything will be fine.

When they were young, each of the seven had received some sort of heaven‑bestowed prophecy dream, and now they harbored no doubt.

"How do we deal with him? This is clearly a case of 'catching a turtle in a jar.'" Gong Siyue rolled up her sleeves, her whole body exuding vigilance.

"Make ready and wait for developments."

Rong Zixu stroked Jin Chen's fingers, replied softly, and already had an idea forming in his mind.

The formidable thing is not the Master of the Myriad Ghost Heart, but the Myriad Ghost Heart itself.

Killing Xuan Jin is not hard; the difficulty lies in purifying the Myriad Ghost Heart that can control the ghosts of the world.

"After we go in…"

Jin Chen boasted, "Senior Martial Brother, you're amazing."

——

They entered the basement just before night fell; now it was dark, and the Crown Prince indeed heard the growing frenzy of the walking corpse horde.

The Crown Prince shrank back, "Grand Master, Master Xuan, quickly tell us how to deal with them and obtain the Myriad Ghost Heart."

Xuan Jin shook his sleeves and laughed, "Your Highness, don't rush; I naturally have a plan."

He turned and said to the Heaven's Mandate Seven, "Please lend me your strength; together we'll deal with the walking corpses inside."

Rong Zixu: "Of course."

As the basement door opened, the walking corpses surged out like madmen, but Xuan Jin then slammed a furious palm behind them, his palm's yin energy stirring a gale in the cavern.

Amid the cries, the seven toppled into a cage of walking corpses.

"Hahahaha!"

Xuan Jin tore off his disguise, "I thought you seven would be tough to handle! Indeed, youthful nature is utter foolishness."

"Crown Prince Your Highness, you don't want the Myriad Ghost Heart, do you?"

Xuan Jin slowly turned to face the blood‑less Crown Prince, patted his own chest, and gave a sinister smile.

"Here it is—if you have the ability, come take it!"

He actually got played by this guy!

The Crown Prince panicked, kept retreating, only to crash into the already sealed cave door.

"You! How dare you deceive me!"

"I am a prince!"

"The immortals you call upon—won't they soon become food for my treasures…?"

Xuan Jin's words trailed off; he widened his eyes in puzzlement at the formation that had appeared on the ground, and at the Heaven's Mandate Seven breaking open the cave door and walking toward him.

"You?"

He turned his head again to look at the cage behind.

"You're cheating!"

Jin Chen whistled, "Same to you, you're not anything either."

"Save me! Save me!" The Eldest Imperial Prince stared as those soldiers were all bitten to death by the walking corpses, terrified till his liver and gall trembled, he clung desperately to Jing Xingcan's arm,

"I have lots of silver, I can give you lots of silver, and I can grant you official posts! You must get me out!"

"Ow! Don't drag me!" Jing Xingcan was nearly pulled down by him, the seal sustaining the formation's operation almost got interrupted.

Chang Wuming kicked a foot at the Eldest Imperial Prince, snarling low: "Behave!"

But unexpectedly, after Xuan Jin's initial panic, he burst out laughing, as if he had some sure victory in hand.

"Hahahahaha!"

"I didn't expect it, you've become so strong now!"

Xuan Jin said this to Jin Chen; seeing his clean slaughter of the walking corpses, his eyes gleamed with satisfied calculation.

Jin Chen frowned, "Are you sick?"

Xuan Jin seemed not to have heard, his hoarse dark voice excited: "I'm your father!"

"【…?】 This guy's really asking for death."

"Really sick!"

Jin Chen kicked over the rushing walking corpse, raised his dagger, "I'm your grandfather!"

Xuan Jin: "……"

He choked a bit, then gave a sinister smile: "It's fine if you don't acknowledge me, but your strength now has me very interested! You are my offspring; why not stay here and let my cultivation rise another level?"

"Outrageous!"

But the one who rushed forward wasn't Jin Chen.

It was Rong Zixu.

He was filled with anger, furious that this person dared to covet Jin Chen as a cultivation sacrifice, and even spoke such words posing as a father.

Rong Zixu's longsword gleamed, combined with the formation under his feet like a wind-breaking cold blade, unstoppable.

"Xiao Chen, come over." Yang Yu pulled Jin Chen over, worriedly looking at his expression: "How are you?"

"What, how am I?" Jin Chen was in the middle of a fight, looking blankly at him.

"Aren't you sad?" Yang Yu probed.

When Xiao Chen was young, he had asked them why he only had the Tianming Mountain sect as his teachers, unlike his senior fellow students who all had their own relatives.

Xiao Chen, you still care about it, don't you?

Jin Chen: "Only if my senior fellow student gets hurt will I truly feel sad."

Jin Chen shook off Yang Yu's hand and rushed into the formation again.