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“Is this the spirit tablet of my deceased husband, Wei Ning?” Yang Na glanced at the inscriptions carved by Ling Su and remarked, “They say a person's writing reflects their character. Lin Lingsu may be fair and delicate, but her handwriting is... less than satisfactory.”
“Bah,” Zhang Ye spat, having already treated his shoulder wound with Yang Na's help. The injury was shallow, and thanks to her effective plaster, it was nothing serious for someone as brave as him. While others might cry out in pain over such a wound, it was merely a minor inconvenience for him.
“That bitch doesn’t deserve it,” Zhang Ye growled, cursing Lin Lingsu with foul language that even made Yang Na uncomfortable. She had to interrupt him, saying, “Enough already, let’s get to work.”
With a swing of his large knife, Zhang Ye chopped down the acacia tree on the spot. Still unsatisfied, he took out his frustration on the grave marker before starting to dig.
“You keep digging; I’ll keep watch,” Yang Na said casually as she sat on the severed acacia tree.
Zhang Ye shot her a glance while continuing his tirade against Lin Lingsu. With every strike of his shovel, he muttered another curse at her, each one unique enough to keep Yang Na’s ears perked up.
Gradually, Zhang Ye began to feel something was off. At first, the soil seemed normal, but as he dug deeper, its color darkened ominously, resembling earth soaked in blood. A chill ran down his spine.
Yang Na could no longer sit still. She stood up and picked up some of the soil, squeezing it in her hand and sniffing it. “This is blood soil; it’s a sign that the Blood Corpse is about to rise.”
“Blood Corpse? You mean our Wei Zi?”
Yang Na stood tall with her hands clasped behind her back and sighed, “The energy flow of this Yin House is indeed peculiar. The burial site is perfectly aligned with the five elements and possesses the rare Flying Phoenix Falling Sun formation. Coupled with this acacia tree drawing energy from the ground, Lin Lingsu really takes good care of her husband.”
“Bah!” Zhang Ye spat out another mouthful of phlegm. “Don’t mention that whore in front of me; just thinking about her makes me itch all over.”
Yang Na shot him an annoyed look and said, “Just keep going.”
Zhang Ye had just made a few more cuts when suddenly a clear sound rang out, and his thick back knife was unexpectedly bounced back. Yang Na leaned in to take a look and said, "This is that old man's Golden Cask, Ning Suwen. He really invested heavily in this. It seems he is determined to succeed, but unfortunately for him, he ran into me, Snake Charmer Yang. Heh heh, sorry about that..."
Yang Na clasped her hands together and shouted, "With the left hand transformed into a copper fork and the right hand into an iron fork. The copper fork strikes the snake's head, the iron fork strikes the snake's tail. Copper nails for the snake's head, Iron Nail for the snake's tail. When encountering a snake, catch it; when encountering a tiger, seize it; when facing a mountain, advance; when facing water, proceed; always keep sword and medicine close at hand. Supreme Lao Jun commands urgently!"
Before long, a swarm of brightly colored snakes began to crawl out from the legs of Yang Na's suit pants. Zhang Ye felt his scalp tingle and instinctively shifted away from her.
In truth, Yang Na was a young talent from the Laoshan school, renowned for her snake-handling skills that surpassed all in her sect. The Taoist Sect had a long-standing tradition of snake techniques that had been passed down for thousands of years, rich in profound content. Wang Chongyang was once revered as the ancestor of snake techniques—Zhenwu Patriarch—and was widely known among the people. However, the transmission of these techniques now involved complex rituals and historically followed the tradition of "passing to sons but not daughters," leading to a decline in heirs and ultimately the loss of these skills. Thus, Zhang Ye's astonishment was understandable.
The snakes began to slither towards the Golden Cask as Yang Na transformed one hand into a sword and chanted softly, "This place is not extraordinary; this snake is not an extraordinary snake. Transform into a ribbon and do not leave; I invoke the Golden Knife Technique. I serve Supreme Lao Jun with urgency!" Under Yang Na's command, the snakes burrowed into the ground. After a while, the soil began to shift, and with a loud crash, the Golden Cask was completely overturned. Inside sat a corpse stripped of flesh and skin; though it was unclear how long it had been there, its flesh still retained a reddish hue as it sat cross-legged with a serene expression.
Upon seeing the Blood Corpse, Zhang Ye exclaimed in shock, "Could this be…"
Yang Na nodded.
Zhang Ye let out an angry roar, "Lin Lingsu! I will not rest until we settle this!" Then he suddenly knelt down, tears streaming from his eyes: "Brother, you have suffered. I will take you home today and give you peace." He moved forward to carry Wei Ning.
"Don't move," Yang Na warned in a low voice. "This is a Blood Corpse that hasn't emerged for a thousand years. If you get too close and disturb its energy, it could strike you dead in an instant, and we would both perish here today."
"Are you just going to leave my brother's soul restless in this cursed place?!" Zhang Ye shouted at Yang Na.
"Calm down, calm down..." Yang Na soothed Zhang Ye's agitated emotions. "Since I've come here, I will naturally take Wei Ning with me. You can rest assured; just watch closely."
With that, Yang Na prepared to perform her ritual.
"Put down Blood Corpse and get lost immediately. I'll spare your life this time," Lin Lingsu said coldly, having rushed over.
"Bitch!" Zhang Ye's eyes blazed with fury at the sight of Lin Lingsu. Gripping the hilt of his knife, he was ready to pounce.
Yang Na swiftly wrapped her arms around Zhang Ye's waist, chuckling, "Madam Wei, where did you just come from? Why aren't you helping your Deceased Husband guard his spirit? And why are you dressed so strangely?"
Lin Lingsu was covered in blood, her clothes torn, revealing patches of smooth skin that caught Yang Na's eye. Yang Na unabashedly let her gaze roam over Lin Lingsu.
Lin Lingsu recognized Yang Na's deliberate provocation but remained unfazed. "You, leave. This person stays."
"Haha, Madam Wei truly sees me in a new light. I had no idea that a fairy like you had just come from a fierce battle, leaving you so out of sorts. I didn't step in to save the day; please forgive me," Yang Na replied with a smirk.
"Yang Na, I don't have time to chat with you. Put away that disgusting, hypocritical mask and get lost," Lin Lingsu said flatly.
Yang Na was clever enough to understand that due to Lin Lingsu's earlier battle with Wu Haozi, she had lost many of her elite fighters and no longer had the confidence to take both him and Zhang Ye down together. Thus, she was letting him go. Yang Na laughed and said, "Madam Wei, you're being too formal. We're all siblings of the Taoist Sect; it's time we got a little closer."
As soon as Yang Na finished speaking, disciples from Dragon Tiger Mountain rushed in, surrounding the two tightly.
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