Chapter 317: The Second Fragment of the Wan Ling Tu (Request Monthly Votes!)

Wu Xian spoke with mocking disdain, showing not the slightest concealment of his contempt—or rather, indifference—toward Shi Ziling.

Just as he had just said, brothers are brothers, but how one treats one’s brother’s parents depends on the circumstances.

After all, this world has never lacked bizarre parents who, under the guise of doing what’s best for their children, commit all manner of unthinkable acts.

And as a friend of their children, if you truly show them face, they will inevitably push further, even daring to dictate to you as elders.

Of course, Shi Ziling and Qin Yining were not that bad, but after spending some time together, Wu Xian had come to understand their personalities.

Indecisive and overly sentimental—whether this was their nature or the result of being imprisoned for too long by the Qin clan, having been locked away until they developed depression—they were simply too fussy to make decisions.

In fact, by this standard, Shi Ziling was indeed unsuited to be the Wu Wang—at least not a competent ruler.

But what could be done? He had a good son; for that alone, even if he were a useless fool, Wu Xian would still push him into power—no one else would do.

Shi Ziling sighed helplessly, but finally nodded in agreement. Immediately after, he faced the first task of becoming Wu Wang: how to deal with those in the Wang Fu tied to Shi Yi’s lineage.

Clearly, when Wu Xian crushed the Wang Fu, most of those he killed were direct relatives and participants from Shi Yi’s branch.

The rest who were close to Shi Yi’s line or had vested interests had been spared, placed under control days ago, and now awaited final judgment.

“Remove their cultivation, and let them live as ordinary people henceforth.”

Shi Ziling sighed. The masterminds and those who had participated in that affair had already been punished—he did not wish to stain his own hands with kin’s blood, for otherwise, how would he differ from Shi Yi and his kind?

“Feels like a waste.”

Wu Xian smiled, offering a different opinion.

“Those fellows may be turncoats, but they’ve served Shi Yi’s branch faithfully for years. Since they’ve already honed their skills, why not put them to use? It’d save trouble.”

“Don’t forget, though the Yu Wang Fu has fallen, as the saying goes, even a clever rabbit has three burrows—I don’t believe the Yu clan has no other backups, like some hidden ancestral ground. Let these dogs handle it for us. Consider it a test.”

The others listened in dread—this was a plan to exterminate the Yu clan completely, leaving them no path to survival!

Come to think of it, why are you so practiced in such matters? Are you really not some demonic sect’s agent?

The others thought this silently, but after discussion, they agreed to Wu Xian’s decision: dispatch these “repentant” Shi clan members to hunt down the Yu clan’s remnants within Shiguo’s borders, turning their sins into merit.

Wu Xian was thoroughly satisfied. He then ceased interfering in the Wang Fu’s reorganization and began wandering freely within the capital of Shiguo, eventually entering a pawnhouse called “Gu Gu.”

As one of the mandatory holy sites in xianxia novels, pawnhouses appear with high frequency, much like the Yuelai Inn in wuxia tales.

Usually, when the protagonist enters a pawnhouse, he finds many rare treasures—objects that appear utterly ordinary and are ignored by others, allowing him to snatch them up at a bargain.

This Gu Gu pawnhouse was no exception. If memory served, Shi Hao had acquired here, years later, a fragment of the Wan Ling Tu, a shattered Immortal Body, and a dusty Double Pupils.

This time, Wu Xian did not participate in the auction; he stormed straight into the pawnhouse’s storage and began searching—forcefully.

There was no choice: Wu Xian didn’t want to show off his wealth publicly during the auction because, according to the timeline, these three items had not yet been put up for sale—they might still be gathering dust in some corner of the warehouse, or hadn’t even been cataloged yet.

Only this method offered any hope of finding these treasures.

Fortunately, Wu Xian’s luck held. Though he found neither the Immortal Body nor the Double Pupils, guided by the bone fragment he’d obtained from the Never-Old Mountain, he quickly located another pale, luminous bone shard—identical in material—precisely the second fragment of the Wan Ling Tu.

“Two out of three. Only the fragment in Xi Ling Beast Mountain remains.”

Wu Xian’s eyes gleamed. Compared to the two fragments in his possession, the one in Xi Ling Beast Mountain carried greater risk—it was said to hold the remains of several Immortal Kings; even their shattered bones possessed immense power, demanding extreme caution.

Thus, Wu Xian remained in the capital of Shiguo for about a month. While Shi Ziling reorganized the Wang Fu, Wu Xian studied the two bone fragments of the Wan Ling Tu and continued his secret cultivation of the Six Paths Reincarnation Heavenly Art, accumulating proficiency.

Until news arrived: the Bai Duan Mountain trial, held once every few centuries, had ended, and the prodigies of major sects began returning.

According to current intelligence, a Bu Tian Ge disciple named “Hao Tian” had shone brilliantly in the trial, gaining many opportunities within.

Yet at the same time, he had committed bizarre acts in Bai Duan Mountain—insulting and even crippling many prodigies, leaving their sects fuming, desperate to grind him to dust.

But due to Bu Tian Ge’s ancestral spirit having revived—and now regaining its former power—these sects could only suppress their fury for now, waiting for a future chance to retaliate.

“No surprise—he never stays quiet when he can stir things up.”

Wu Xian heard this and felt exasperated, but knowing it was Shi Hao, everything suddenly made sense.

“Let’s go. It’s time to reunite your family.”

Wu Xian told Shi Ziling and his wife. Both were deeply moved. Qin Hao, who Wu Xian had brought from the Never-Old Mountain with them, felt conflicted—unsure how to face a brother he had never met.

Of course, Qin Hao dared not harbor any ill thoughts; a month ago, he had witnessed firsthand how Wu Xian dealt with the Wang Fu and the Yu clan. Unless he was insane, he would never dare entertain ill will toward his brother—his only option was to be a good, obedient younger brother.

As if sensing Qin Hao’s thoughts, Wu Xian paid no mind and simply led Shi Ziling’s family away from the capital of Shiguo.

As for what to do with the Wang Fu… didn’t the original story show the Wu Wang going into seclusion every few days, never bothering with affairs?

After all, this is a xianxia world—those in power need only grow stronger and make key decisions. Other matters are handled by others. If they tried to manage everything themselves, they’d likely make a mess of it.

Another half-month passed swiftly.

Wu Xian rode the ancient beast he had subdued, bringing Shi Ziling’s family close to the ancient pure land where Bu Tian Ge resided. He was about to descend early when he sensed something was wrong.

With a sweep of his divine sense, he saw a colossal golden spider looming outside Bu Tian Ge, radiating overwhelming might.

“Hand over the Double Pupils user! Or Mo Ling Lake will never cease its war against Bu Tian Ge!”

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Perfect World is nearing its end—only two or three chapters left. The next world is tentatively set to be Black Myth: Wukong.

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