Chapter 234: Since Ancient Times, One Cannot Have Both Elder Brother and Sister-in-Law (Requesting Monthly Votes!)

Without doubt, the bald, muscular man pinned down by the cat's claws was Imhotep, the villainous high priest from The Mummy 1 who slept with his own sister-in-law.

In the Main God Space's Lunhui world, this guy was a character every Lunhui team had to confront—either they had to kill him and seize the Book of the Dead he held, or help him resurrect his beloved, the Pharaoh's queen, Anck-su-namun.

This time, the Zhongzhou team's mission was the latter: helping Imhotep resurrect Anck-su-namun, squarely placing them in the villainous faction.

Theoretically, once this task was completed, the Zhongzhou team could exit The Mummy 1 world and avoid a team battle with the East Sea team and the chat group members.

But clearly, Wu Xian had no intention of doing so—he had already read Uchiha Madara's memories and understood the overall strength of the East Sea team and their chat group.

Aside from that supreme cosmic overlord, the others were troublesome, but not unbeatable for the rest of the Zhongzhou team; they were perfect for honing their own abilities.

Of course, words were one thing, but backup plans had to be ready too—prepare all prerequisites for completing the main quest, so if anything unexpected happened, they could flee at once.

In fact, the other three Lunhui teams had similar intentions, but perhaps the Main God deemed Imhotep too weak and helpless compared to Lunhui ers, so he once again altered the plot, allowing Imhotep to awaken early and greatly enhance his power.

According to Uchiha Madara's memories, the Senzhou team, the first to enter the horror film, had already clashed with Imhotep—and the two original cultivators gained no advantage, barely surviving by exhausting countless items.

Before they could even sigh in relief, the East Sea team arrived and obliterated the weakened Senzhou team, along with the new recruits they treated as livestock, reaping a massive bounty.

But strangely, after that, the East Sea team could never find Imhotep again—he vanished as if into thin air, taking the Book of the Dead with him.

With no other choice, the East Sea team followed the movie's plot, seized the Book of the Sun, and then the Demon team descended…

Thinking of this, Wu Xian glanced at Imhotep on the ground, his face twisted into a faint smile.

To be fair, Imhotep was clever—he immediately chose to hide upon sensing the East Sea team's arrival and their overwhelming strength.

Worse still, he played a trick of hiding in plain sight, concealing himself in the very place where the Pharaoh's guards had sealed him, slipping into a random coffin, pretending to be a warrior monk who once served him, and setting up a barrier that blocked spiritual detection.

This barrier was formidable—even Zhan Lan, whose spiritual power rivaled a fourth-rank cultivator, couldn't locate him in a short time.

Too bad for him—he'd run into Wu Xian.

Not long ago, Wu Xian encountered the fated one, Wu Xian, who had already passed through the Small Western Heaven, and had gathered three root dispositions.

Among them, "Ear Listens to Anger" and "Nose Smells Love" greatly enhanced Wu Xian's spiritual empathy—or rather, his sensitivity to emotional fluctuations—allowing him to sense the joys, sorrows, and rage of those around him, much like the Nine-Tails' malice perception in Naruto.

Combined with the Superhuman bloodline's heightened senses, this ability could detect emotional fluctuations across the entire planet.

Coincidentally, Imhotep had been tortured by the "Insect Devouring" seal for over a thousand years; his hatred and rage far exceeded that of an ordinary person by more than a hundredfold.

Simply locking this emotional perception range to Egypt, finding him would be effortless.

"Enough. My patience is limited. Kneel and become my dog, or I'll re-seal you for another thousand years—then I'll resurrect Anck-su-namun and the Pharaoh Seti, who got cuckolded by you two."

As he spoke, Wu Xian wore a look of amusement.

"Imagine how the resurrected Pharaoh will treat Anck-su-namun—surely the scene will be brutal."

"You!!"

Hearing this, Imhotep, who had been trembling in fear of the black cat, suddenly glared with bloodshot eyes—as if he were the one who'd been betrayed.

The next instant, his massive body collapsed into sand, coalescing into hundreds of yellow arrows aimed at Wu Xian.

But it was useless.

Wu Xian didn't even raise an eyebrow—his vast, oceanic spiritual force slammed down.

No technique, no finesse—just raw power, crushing the arrows into dust.

The writhing sand struggled to scatter in all directions, but the next second, Wu Xian's spiritual force pinned it down, and the lightning technique that followed sent out piercing screams.

In the lore, Imhotep was immortal—he was a devotee of Anubis, whose divine protection shielded his soul from normal death.

Precisely because of this, Imhotep's soul bore Anubis's spiritual imprint, making it impossible for Wu Xian to enslave him with the Dual Hands technique—otherwise, why go through all this trouble?

But this protection wasn't absolute—Wu Xian remembered that in the original climax, the clone of Hao Tian had used holy light forged from spiritual radiance to erase Imhotep, who had joined the Zhongzhou team.

That meant this so-called immortal body could be destroyed by brute force—if the right attribute was applied.

Undoubtedly, lightning techniques, specifically designed to counter evil and impurity, were perfect for suppressing undead like Imhotep.

Indeed, after about five minutes of electrocution, the gradually crystallizing sand finally emitted a faint signal of surrender.

Wu Xian smiled, halted the electric torture, but still held the slowly reforming Imhotep in his spiritual restraints. "Why make things so hard on yourself? You could've just obeyed."

Imhotep's half-melted face twisted into a bitter smile.

He hadn't wanted to resist—but Wu Xian's "invite me to behead you and then become my dog" move was too ahead of its time. Had Wu Xian shown even a little courtesy, he wouldn't have fought so fiercely…

Whatever. It was his fault anyway. He just hoped Wu Xian would keep his promise and help him resurrect Anck-su-namun.

As for Pharaoh Seti I… since ancient times, one cannot have both elder brother and sister-in-law. Let the Pharaoh rest peacefully as a mummy.

Thinking this, Imhotep reached into empty air and pulled out a black iron lump—the Book of the Dead.

In the movie, Imhotep used it to resurrect himself multiple times and to bring Anck-su-namun's soul back from the underworld.

But for Wu Xian and other Lunhui ers, the Book of the Dead was of little use—only useful as a spellbook. The Book of the Sun, however, could resurrect a dead Lunhui team member once, earning it the name "Resurrection Scripture"—at least within the Infinite series' lore.

Now, the Book of the Sun was in the hands of the East Sea team. Even for this precious resurrection item, this team battle was unavoidable.

Imhotep knelt on one knee and offered the Book of the Dead to Wu Xian, his voice trembling. "My lord, this is the Book of the Dead. Please… save Anck-su-namun."

In the movie, resurrecting someone with the Book of the Dead required three conditions—one being the corpse and internal organs of the deceased, followed by offerings to restore the body.

But Imhotep failed—the containers holding Anck-su-namun's organs had been destroyed during his battle with the Senzhou team by the two cultivators, extinguishing his hope—this was why he hid here, waiting for the Lunhui ers to leave before seeking other opportunities: waiting for Anck-su-namun's reincarnation.

"Don't worry. I always keep my word. What I promised, I'll deliver."

Wu Xian took the Book of the Dead and casually stored it in his storage space. "Now, I need you to help my friend fight a war. If you win, I'll help you find Anck-su-namun's reincarnation and bring her back to you."

Imhotep nodded. Though he didn't trust Wu Xian at all, the Book of the Dead was already in his hands—he had no choice but to follow through.

Wu Xian smiled, about to speak again, when suddenly his expression changed in surprise.

The next instant, he shot into the sky, reaching two to three thousand meters above ground, squinting coldly at the empty air.

"Come out. Isn't it you who wanted to meet me?"

Hummm—

A transparent ripple spread, revealing a medium-sized spacecraft, shaped like the Quinjet from the Avengers series. In Wu Xian's vision, a familiar figure sat in the cockpit.

Glasses, buzz cut, expressionless—it was clearly Chu Xuan.

No… it was the clone of Chu Xuan!

(End of Chapter)