Chapter 332: The Golden Family, a single Buddhist chant!

【The carriage has already slowly passed the Nai Bridge; getting off here, it is not far to go to the West Wing Pavilion.】

【You lift the carriage curtain and see that the carriage in front has already driven into the Sima family's carriage pavilion.】

【Only your two carriages remain behind, unable to park due to lack of space, waiting outside.】

【It is rather awkward!】

【The coachman asks this question only now!】

【You ponder slightly, facing this matter... you decide.】

1. Get off the carriage and head to the West Wing Pavilion. (Hint: You may be caught up in this incident; revealing your cultivation will be disadvantageous to you.)

2. Wait here. (Hint: You may invite disaster.)

3. Get off the carriage and head to the Sima family's carriage pavilion. (Hint: Ten deaths, no life.)

4. Head to the Xie family's carriage pavilion. (Hint: It may be beneficial for the future.)

5. Participate personally. (0/3)

The Great Cauldron emits ten thousand rays of rosy light, and the characters upon it slowly freeze in place.

Lu Chen looks at the five options above, especially Option 3; entering the Sima family's carriage pavilion is a situation of ten deaths and no life.

He rules out the last one, participating personally.

Judging by the hints, only Option 4 is the most suitable among the remaining choices.

Lu Chen dares not be careless now; he has begun to concentrate fully since the simulation started, as the number of options jumping out for this Flower Banquet is so high.

He hasn't even entered the Flower Banquet yet, and even a small matter like sitting in or getting off a carriage carries a life-and-death crisis.

Lu Chen chooses directly.

4. Head to the Xie family's carriage pavilion. (Hint: It may be beneficial for the future.)

【You smile and say: "Just enter the Xie family's carriage pavilion directly."】

【The coachman is stunned; go to the Xie family?】

【"My name is Xie Guan."】

【The coachman suddenly realizes; so he is a young master of the Xie family.】

【He immediately turns the carriage around and heads to the Xie family's carriage pavilion, which is quite far from the Sima family's location.】

【"Giddyup—"】

【In the carriage ahead that did not enter, a pair of slender, jade-like hands lift the curtain, revealing a pair of autumn-water-like eyes, watching the carriage behind depart.】

【These beautiful eyes ponder slightly, but then she pays no more mind and gently lowers the curtain.】

【Strangely!】

【The coachman in front of this carriage has dead, white eyes, the veins on his face are hideous, his mouth is wide open, and he looks like a dried corpse.】

【The coachman drives the carriage into the Xie family's carriage pavilion; under the vast moonlight, the carriages are parked quietly, appearing somewhat eerie.】

【It is far too silent!】

【Something is wrong!】

【The coachman frowns slightly; how could it be so quiet?】

【He pulls the carriage to a stop, "Whoa—"】

【Star patterns appear between your brows, and as your Primordial Spirit senses the surroundings, you cannot help but be startled.】

【The coachmen on the surrounding carriages are all dead, and the killer seems to have made no attempt to hide it; they all suffered severe internal injuries, their heart meridians shattered by force.】

【Not a single survivor!】

【The Xie family's coachmen and servants are all dead, including people you are familiar with.】

【However, there are no ladies, young misses, or even the head maids of the various courtyards among them; they are all servants and maids.】

【The coachman seems to have discovered something; his face changes, his entire countenance filled with terror.】

【His tone is panicked, and the whip in his hand drops to the ground, "Dead... people!"】

【The coachman's throat feels as if it is stuck; he has been in the Sima family in Bianjing for many years, when has such a thing ever happened!】

【A calm voice interrupts him, "Don't panic yet."】

【"Put the carriage inside."】

【The coachman, however, is somewhat afraid; there are dead people inside.】

【"Young Master, this servant is a bit scared..."】

【The young man walks from the carriage cabin to the driver's seat, points a finger lightly, and the whip on the ground is sucked up into his hand; he flicks the horses lightly and parks the carriage in the stable.】

【The old man looks at the young man's calm profile and composed manner, and his heart finally settles down a bit.】

【After you settle the carriage, you do not move again.】

【The old man looks at the corpses all around; blood is dripping from beneath many of the carriages.】

【A bloody scent begins to drift through the air.】

【He has never experienced such a thing and has completely lost his backbone.】

【"This old man has an aged mother above and young children below..."】

【You look at him a bit more; at his age, where would he have an aged mother?】

【The coachman finally calms down, his expression tense as he says, "Young Master, what should we do?"】

【"Should we call the estate guards, or go to the Academy or the government office?"】

【You look at the surrounding carriages and the moonlight in the sky, saying, "Wait!"】

【"The killer is still nearby; distant water cannot quench a near thirst."】

【"What!"】

【The old man is even more startled upon hearing this; the composure he had finally found is shattered, and his heart begins to pound again.】

【You sit back in the carriage cabin, a surge of quiet Qi rising in your chest, and continue to visualize the "Demon-Slaying Sword" in your heart sea.】

【When facing major events, the heart must be still!】

【The old coachman also squeezes into a corner of the carriage cabin, hiding inside and shivering.】

【He prays incessantly for the Master's blessing, then to all the gods and Buddhas in the sky, and finally ends up praying to Prince Yan.】

【You just smile helplessly; if gods, Buddhas, the Master, and Prince Yan were useful!】

【There would be no suffering people in the world!】

【You look at the sky; it is almost time for the Flower Banquet to begin, and you imagine that Xie Yuan and the others should have arrived by now.】

～

～

At this moment!

Inside the Sima family's carriage pavilion.

Of the Sima family members who just entered, except for the six remaining in the field, all are dead.

Or perhaps it cannot be called dead, but half-dead.

The people in the field are like "marionettes," being refined alive into corpse puppets.

Only six people remain in the field.

Three are surrounded in the middle, and the other three are Sima family guards and retainers, two of whom are experts in the middle three realms of martial arts, and the other is a Primordial Spirit cultivator of the Seventh Realm.

Now!

The three have only chill in their hearts, their expressions horrified, their eyes fixed on the middle-aged man standing with his hands behind his back opposite them.

"Protect the Lady and the Young Miss."

The six dare not be careless, guarding the three in the circle tightly.

The surrounding Sima family servants have all been refined into corpse puppets, their bodies twisted, rushing toward the six like mad demons.

Shen Kuan watches this scene, unable to help but swallow his saliva, his back covered in cold sweat, the hair on his hands standing on end.

Is this the method of the Demon Sect?

His own evil deeds are probably not even enough to fill the gaps in their teeth.

As soon as the Sima family's carriage team walked in here, some people seemed to be infected by a plague, losing their reason, grabbing and biting those beside them.

Before long!

Most of the Xie family members have become corpse puppets, losing all reason, like zombies, listening only to the orders of this middle-aged man.

The most terrifying thing is!

This person has done nothing, just waiting here, not moving a single finger.

The eeriness of his methods has exceeded Shen Kuan's imagination.

He remembers one thing: years ago, this Demon Master used this technique in the north to refine tens of thousands of corpse puppets, slaughtering an entire city.

Truly terrifying!

The lame old man stands silently to the side, not speaking, but his eyes grow increasingly wary.

He was just doubting the authenticity of this person, but now he has no doubts at all.

This person is the Demon Master, Xu Jiangxian!

This method is the Blood God Sect's "Demon Refining Great Art," which can refine people into corpse puppets silently.

Corpse puppets can spread the infection to other corpse puppets; if scratched or bitten, one will be infected.

And it cannot be undone; only by killing the caster can it be stopped.

The three people guarded in the middle of the field.

Two of them, if Xie Guan were here, he would recognize them as Sima Muqing and Zhu Ziqian.

Sima Muqing's face is pale and panicked, as if she did not expect such a scene to occur.

Zhu Ziqian, however, has a normal expression.

Sima Muqing is supporting a middle-aged beautiful woman, who wears a long blue dress with inlaid patterns, a golden hairpin in her hair, and her black hair coiled into a phoenix crown.

She reveals a clear and beautiful face, a high, delicate nose, and eyebrows like a painting; if one looks closely, she bears some resemblance to the middle-aged man opposite.

At this moment, her eyes are silent; even though her daughter is clutching one of her hands, she remains indifferent, her face showing only a look of "resignation."

This person is the Sima family's Lady Xu, Sima Muqing's biological mother, Xu Yuexi.

The surrounding corpse puppets rush up crazily; the three are not finding it too difficult to deal with them, but they remain distracted, keeping an eye on the middle-aged man opposite, not daring to relax for a moment.

One of the guards, holding a wandering dragon staff, prevents the corpse puppets from getting close.

Another holds a shield, standing at the very front.

Although they do not know why these servants suddenly turned into corpse puppets, they dare not let them get close.

The other Primordial Spirit cultivator drives a huge flying sword circling around him, slashing at the nearest corpse puppet with all his might, attempting to cut it in two.

Just at this moment!

"Careful!"

One of the martial arts experts warns hurriedly, but it is too late; the flying sword slashes the corpse puppet.

The corpse suddenly explodes.

Touching the surrounding corpse puppets, they explode one after another.

Corpse explosion!

"Not good!"

Xu Yuexi only then comes to her senses, waving her hand to release streams of purple Qi; the corpse puppets all collapse to the ground like marionettes whose strings have been cut, unable to move.

The three guards are shocked; the delicate Lady Xu actually possesses cultivation.

"Clap, clap—"

The middle-aged man walks forward slowly, clapping his hands, a leisurely smile on his face, as if he is not surprised by everything before him.

He looks at Xu Yuexi and says: "Little sister, you still haven't changed; you are still best at this corpse refining technique."

Zhu Ziqian's eyes change slightly, savoring the words "little sister."

Sima Muqing clings tightly to her mother's side, her face terrified.

She has never experienced such things, nor has she even seen someone die so vividly before her eyes.

Xu Yuexi comforts her: "Muqing, don't be afraid, Mother is here."

She looks at the middle-aged man and says: "I did something wrong; let me die alone, why involve my family?"

Xu Jiangxian's eyes are indifferent as he says: "So many years have passed; I didn't expect that now, you wouldn't even be willing to call me Big Brother."

Xu Yuexi remains silent, saying no more.

The lame old man's face is startled; the Sima family's Second Lady actually has ties to the Demon Master.

This is a secret even within Bianjing.

Did the Demon Master come here for this Sima family Lady Xu?

Not for Xie Guan?

Shen Kuan does not want to hear about the relationship at all; he just wants to leave this place of right and wrong quickly.

The three guards whisper: "Lady, Young Miss, leave quickly, we will handle the aftermath."

"Go to the West Wing Pavilion to find the Master; the Academy teachers are there too."

Xu Yuexi just shakes her head, mocking herself: "We can't leave."

"Since he has come, no one can leave."

The three cannot help but look at the middle-aged man opposite, truly not knowing what to do.

Sima Muqing cannot help but ask: "Mother, who is he?"

The middle-aged man smiles: "Who am I? By bloodline, I should be your eldest uncle."

Sima Muqing asks in confusion: "Eldest uncle?"

"Your mother is not originally from the Great Qi, you should know that."

"She comes from the most noble Golden Family of the Eternal Heaven."

"The blood flowing in your bones is not the Sima family's blood; you were born to be the master of the grasslands."

Golden Family!

The lame old man is naturally not hearing this term for the first time.

The royal family of the northern Eternal Heaven flows with the blood of gods, also known as the Golden Bloodline.

Legend has it in their holy books that the Eternal Heaven is both their country's name and a northern deity, who will descend upon clansmen flowing with the Golden Bloodline.

The Demon Master actually comes from the royal family of the Eternal Heaven!

This is something never heard of in the Jianghu.

Xu Jiangxian sighs and says:

"Unfortunately, your mother betrayed this noble bloodline; I have come today to reclaim this bloodline."

He sighs and says: "Unfortunately, your mother betrayed this bloodline, betrayed the family."

"I have come today to reclaim this bloodline."

Xu Yuexi has already knelt down, kowtowing continuously, tears blurring her vision.

She pleads desperately: "This is all my fault; I betrayed the family, I failed the family. But the child is innocent; can you spare her?"

However, Xu Jiangxian shakes his head and says:

"The Golden Bloodline cannot flow out of the grasslands. You should know this is the family's rule, and also the god's will."

Sima Muqing listens to their conversation, her heart filled with fear and helplessness.

She looks at her mother kowtowing and pleading, her heart aching.

Xu Yuexi also knows that struggling is useless, so she stands up, her eyes showing a bit of "fish dies, net splits" determination.

"You dare to come to Bianjing alone; are you not afraid of the Academy teachers, of this Jing Shen Array that covers the capital?"

Xu Jiangxian smiles: "Normally, I naturally wouldn't dare to come."

"But today, it is different."

"The Academy is likely too busy to care for itself, and tomorrow's Bianjing will be in chaos; who would care about an outsider like me?"

Xu Yuexi's heart chills; she suddenly thinks of a possibility: "Could it be that you were invited by him to come to Bianjing?"

Xu Jiangxian's smile becomes even brighter: "At my realm, bloodline is already meaningless to me. Coming to Bianjing is just something done in passing."

"I came here just to see an old friend."

Hearing this!

The lame old man is suddenly startled; in Bianjing, there seems to be only one person who can be called an old friend by this Demon Master, and that is the Academy's Third Master.

Was the Flower Banquet that the Master has been planning for years, preparing to conclude today, for the Academy's two masters?

How did a change occur so suddenly!

The three Sima family guards are already confused, only feeling the middle-aged man walking closer and closer, their heartbeats like thunder.

The three of them feel that if they dare to strike, there is only a dead end.

The middle-aged man walks leisurely, a smile clearly on his lips.

The three feel increasingly terrified, unable to even generate the thought of running away.

Sima Muqing looks at her mother's desperate face, her heart filled with unease and fear.

She cannot help but ask: "Mother, how to reclaim the bloodline?"

Xu Yuexi slowly closes her eyes, tears flowing, her voice trembling: "Extracting tendons and marrow, to be returned to the Eternal Heaven."

Sima Muqing hears this, horror appearing in the depths of her eyes, looking at the middle-aged man walking slowly toward them, like a soul-reaping Yama.

At this moment!

Among the three guards, that Seventh Realm Primordial Spirit cultivator senses it most strongly.

He only feels the middle-aged man opposite like a huge snow mountain collapsing toward him, pressing him so hard he can barely breathe.

Fresh blood flows from his eye sockets, and he clutches his scalp in pain, feeling as if his entire head is about to explode.

Although Zhu Ziqian also feels his breathing quicken and his heart pounding like a drum, his eyes are incredibly fervent.

He has finally seen the supreme realm of the Demon Sect with his own eyes, which makes him both excited and awestruck.

He bows hurriedly, his voice carrying a hint of excitement he cannot hide:

"Blood God Sect Holy Son Zhu Ziqian, greets the Demon Master!"

Xu Jiangxian nods slightly; the reason he learned of Xu Yuexi's whereabouts is precisely because of Zhu Ziqian's tip-off.

Zhu Ziqian sees the Demon Master nod and only then feels the mountain-like pressure fade from his body.

Sima Muqing looks at the "former friend's" backstabbing, her expression angry and complex.

The three guards feel as if thunder has sounded in their brains.

Demon Master!

This person is actually Xu Jiangxian, the world-renowned Demon Sect Grandmaster.

The three only sigh, my life is over, despair rising in their hearts.

At this moment!

The young man in the Xie family's carriage pavilion slowly opens his eyes; he seems to hear a Buddhist chant from afar.

"Namo Amitabha!"

This voice is like a heavenly sound, causing a surge of inexplicable peace in his heart.

～

Xu Jiangxian also frowns slightly, turning his head to look at the entrance of the bamboo forest.

A monk in grey clothes and cloth shoes walks in slowly, hands pressed together, chanting a Buddhist chant.

Double monthly tickets, godfathers, please give me monthly tickets, I will add more chapters tomorrow!!





(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 333 =====