Chapter 28: Chapter Twenty-Eight: Different

Tu Shan Ge’s cry was filled with terror and shock, his face stiff and pale with fear, clearly terrified out of his wits.

Chen Hang forced down his inner shock and asked casually:

“What did you see?”

After Tu Shan Ge recited the text, Chen Hang’s expression changed as well.

…

Blood River Cart Treasure Wheel—

Take three hundred and sixty-five women of common lineage, force them to conceive simultaneously during a yin year, yin month, and yin hour, then boil them into glue using salt, talc, mercury, and red horse herbs; after conception, feed them this glue daily, and when the fetuses are born, slit their mothers’ bellies open to extract them.

These dead infants, steeped in the resentment inherited from their mothers’ wombs, are perfect for smelting with gold-bearing ore and cinnabar, refined slowly over low flame; after forty-nine days of labor, you will obtain a Blood River Cart Treasure Wheel.

This wheel excels at corrupting the body; once struck, within an hour and a half, the victim’s skin turns purple and black, then melts into a foul, rotting pus. It also nullifies the spiritual radiance of talismans and artifacts—even a mid-grade talisman, when pitted against it, will suffer spiritual damage, while a low-grade talisman shatters instantly upon impact.

Only a high-grade talisman can withstand it for a time, immune to its corruption.

It is, without doubt, a true demonic treasure, profoundly sinister!

A “treasure” of this kind is a magic artifact that cannot be enhanced through refining or bound by any restrictions.

Though difficult to consecrate and subject to numerous prohibitions, its power is typically astonishing.

“How could this be?”

Hearing Tu Shan Ge recite the text, Chen Hang found it utterly absurd.

The one he had taken out…

Wasn’t it the *Divine Chamber Shu Hua Dao Jun’s Discourse on the Primordial True Scripture*?

“Are you certain you didn’t misread?”

“Absolutely certain—the characters are right before my eyes, Master. How could I possibly be wrong?”

Tu Shan Ge scratched his head in confusion, speaking with firm conviction.

“…”

Tu Shan Ge, at a loss, rose from his chair.

“Call your clan members over. Have them all take a look.”

After a moment of silence, Chen Hang suddenly spoke.

Tu Shan Ge didn’t understand, but he obeyed.

Soon, a line of foxes filed past, each taking turns to read the *Divine Chamber Shu Hua Dao Jun’s Discourse on the Primordial True Scripture*—but the result was the same.

In their eyes, they saw only the consecration method of the Blood River Cart Treasure Wheel.

Not a qi-condensation technique.

Not an arcane true qi method.

But a genuine demonic artifact-crafting method!

The foxes were horrified by the bloody text, whimpering and scattering in panic, running wildly in all directions.

Among them, Tu Shan Zhuang—the fox who had once deceived Chen Hang with illusion and been shot in the buttocks by him—was utterly terrified.

He had witnessed this man’s killing intent firsthand and knew Chen Hang’s merciless nature.

Tu Shan Zhuang feared Chen Hang intended to slaughter them all and forge them into a Blood River Cart Treasure Wheel; his body trembled like a sack of bran, and he let out a wail, lunging to clutch Chen Hang’s leg and beg for mercy.

But Tu Shan Ge acted swiftly, grabbing him by the nape of the neck and hurling the dazed fox out, ending the scene.

“How could this happen?”

Chen Hang sat silently, his heart churning.

It was clearly a qi-condensation technique… yet…

“Is it because of this body? Yes, it must be—the qi-condensation technique was my predecessor’s father’s legacy. I heard Uncle Chen Zhan mention that before he died, he specifically instructed my predecessor to open the wooden box once grown. Inside, besides a few strange talismans, was this qi-condensation technique.”

Chen Hang closed his eyes slightly, deep in thought:

“Because of the same bloodline, am I the only one who can glimpse the truth?”

In that case…

It was at least plausible…

The Chen clan had always feared the book in the wooden box, deeming it heretical, not orthodox.

Chen Hang had initially assumed they suspected the technique’s dangerous aspects, hence their misunderstanding.

But now, looking back, it seemed the Chen clan, like the foxes, saw only the consecration method of the Blood River Cart Treasure Wheel!

And Chen Hang, having been reborn into this body, had, by sheer chance, uncovered the true legacy left by his predecessor’s father.

“Yet, this raises questions about my predecessor’s father’s death… If he possessed such deceptive abilities, how did he die? Or… was he truly dead?”

His predecessor’s father died young.

It was said he suffered a mental injury during visualization practice, reactivating old wounds, and thus passed away prematurely.

But with such power, and leaving behind such a technique, what had he visualized?

The *Divine Chamber Shu Hua Dao Jun’s Discourse on the Primordial True Scripture* was personally annotated by a Dao Jun, its status equal to the *Chong Xu Zhi De Dao Jun’s Explanation on the Nourishing Spirit Qi* of the Red Ming Sect.

Even among Red Ming Sect disciples, few ever received its true transmission.

Just as Tu Shan Ge’s former master, unable to glimpse the *Imperial Su Jade Truth*, had been forced to abandon his path and instead cultivate the eighth-rank high-grade *Dong Ling Yuan Sha*…

“The magistrate’s division of the deer was but a dream; the old man’s loss of his horse turned out to be fortune.”

Chen Hang sighed softly.

At that moment, a soft, furry sensation brushed his palm.

He lowered his gaze.

Tu Shan Ningning was rubbing her head against him; seeing him look, the little fox wagged her tail and whimpered anxiously.

“Thank you, I’m unharmed.”

A faint smile touched Chen Hang’s handsome face as he absentmindedly stroked her.

His fingers were pale and slender, exquisitely shaped; the touch felt pleasant to Tu Shan Ningning, who happily lifted her chin—until those same fingers gently trailed down her tail.

“Ying!”

The little fox erupted in fury, embarrassed and indignant, arching her back in protest.

But Chen Hang had already turned his gaze away, ignoring her.

Tu Shan Ningning stormed out the door, then turned back—only to find Chen Hang still not looking her way. She flew into a rage, scratching furiously at the door with her tiny paws, sending wood shavings flying everywhere.

“Thank you, Brother Tu Shan, for helping me resolve this mystery.”

Putting aside all thoughts, Chen Hang bowed respectfully. Tu Shan Ge immediately rose and saw him to the door.

“But… what words do you see on the cover of this book?”

As he was leaving,

Chen Hang took out the *Divine Chamber Shu Hua Dao Jun’s Discourse on the Primordial True Scripture* once more and asked.

“Ah, eight characters… *The Complete Collection of the Blood River Cart Treasure Wheel*.”

Tu Shan Ge blinked, then answered honestly.

“Understood. Thank you.”

Chen Hang slipped the book back into his sleeve, gave a slight bow, and walked away, no doubts remaining.

…

…

Days passed, and before long, five more nights had gone by.

That day,

Chen Hang had just finished his cultivation within the Zhen Fa Realm and returned to the external world when he suddenly sensed something, stood up, and listened intently.

Moments later,

A sharp whistling pierced the air, shrill and crackling.

Faintly, laughter and chatter could be heard.