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The disciples below chanted in unison, "The earth has righteous energy," their voices resonating across the wilderness.
Bai Maoren then led the disciples in a deep bow before the massive portrait of the Bull-Headed Monster behind them. After clearing his throat and gathering everyone's attention, he declared, "Every five years, we hold this assembly. This year, the elite of Zhu You School have gathered here to showcase our thousand-year legacy. All of you present are exceptionally talented individuals. Young Man, tonight belongs to you! Let’s see who among you is the foremost of the younger generation of Zhu You!"
As soon as Bai Maoren finished speaking, the disciples erupted in cheers. He raised his hand for silence and proudly pointed to an iron box at the front. "Do you see this iron box? This is the reward for the victor—the Hell's Key. Its wonders need no elaboration. Are you intrigued? Then come forth and demonstrate your skills! Let’s see if our Zhu You generation can push forward like the waves of the Yangtze River. Do you have what it takes to claim this Hell's Key?"
Upon hearing the name Hell's Key, some gasped in surprise, others expressed envy, while a few asked questions out of ignorance. The atmosphere became chaotic as everyone whispered among themselves.
After a moment of ceremonial acknowledgment to the heads of the Fang and Wu families, Bai Maoren continued, "Our Zhu You assembly occurs once every five years for one night only. Time is short; let’s begin."
Wei Ning frowned deeply. The Zhu You assembly was originally meant for the Disciples of Blessing to understand each other better and strengthen their friendships. It had turned into a battleground for bravado and competition, which contradicted the original purpose set by Wei Family's ancestors. The three heads of families not only failed to stop this but seemed to encourage it, even offering heavy rewards—it was truly...
A silence fell over the Mass Grave area. For a moment, no one stepped forward; clearly, no one wanted to be the first.
After a brief pause, a young man finally stepped up and proclaimed loudly, "Since no one else will go first, I, Yan Feng of the Yen Family, will take the lead." The Yen Family was a sect under Corpse Driver and affiliated with the Wu Family. Over recent years, they had gained notoriety for their arrogance, leading to discontent among others. A burly man stepped forward from the crowd and said gruffly, "Du Bian is willing to learn from you."
Yan Feng nodded and replied, "In that case, brother Du should be prepared. I wonder if God of Joy is available tonight or if you've been too busy rushing around that you've left God of Joy under your wife's bed." At this remark, laughter erupted from below. Du Bian, being straightforward and oblivious to Yan Feng's insinuation, replied innocently, "My wife usually keeps God of Joy under the bed; why would she put him on top?"
More laughter followed.
Yan Feng glanced at Bai Maoren, who signaled that they could begin.
Yan Feng took out a short staff from his sleeve and with a flick of his wrist, it transformed into a meter-long weapon. Chanting an incantation, he summoned a shadow that swiftly approached from not far away. As everyone focused their gaze, they were astonished to see that it was a child not yet three years old. Instantly, the crowd erupted into whispers like an oil cauldron boiling over.
In the Corpse Driving World, the older the God of Joy became, the greater the resentment and the harder it was to control them. Yan Feng's ability to control a God of Joy that was less than three years old clearly set him apart as a rare talent among the younger generation. This particular God of Joy appeared to have reached the realm of a White Zombie, which was hard to come by, indicating Yan Feng's considerable strength.
Yan Feng nodded with a smile, seemingly pleased with the commotion below. He turned to Du Bian and said, "Brother, my God of Joy has arrived. I wonder if yours is here too. Could it be that you've hidden it under your wife's bed?"
Du Bian shook his head and replied, "Respect for the dead is paramount. The God of Joy is sacred; my mother taught me to honor them. I would never use a God of Joy as a weapon. I can rely on my own hands."
As soon as Du Bian spoke, the crowd fell silent, not a single person dared to utter a word. Wei Ning couldn't help but look at the straightforward man with newfound respect, while the one who had been boasting seemed to Wei Ning nothing more than a show-off.
Yan Feng was momentarily taken aback by Du Bian's words but managed a forced smile. "Then Brother Du should be careful."
With that, he pointed forward with his Corpse Driving Stick. The childlike figure with wide eyes lunged at Du Bian with incredible speed. A loud crash echoed as Du Bian stood his ground, facing the White Zombie head-on.
What a brave man, Wei Ning thought to himself.
However, this White Zombie was a precious creation forged through countless trials by the Yen Family. How could Du Bian's mortal body stand against such an opponent? Instinctively, Du Bian took three steps back to steady himself.
But the relentless creature continued to command the God of Joy, repeatedly charging at Du Bian. Despite being a tough man who had exchanged blows with the White Zombie for dozens of rounds, Du Bian's human limitations began to show. How could he compete against a White Zombie with rigid muscles and coagulated blood? He was gradually losing strength but refused to concede; this battle could not end yet.
At that moment, a faint smile appeared on Yan Feng's lips as he softly chanted an incantation. Suddenly, the White Zombie transformed into countless afterimages that surrounded Du Bian. For a moment, he couldn't tell which was real and which was illusionary. Then, with a piercing scream, the White Zombie fell backward.
Du Bian's face suddenly twisted in agony; he began frothing at the mouth and shaking uncontrollably as if possessed.
Seeing this, Wei Ning could no longer stand by. He leaped forward and grasped Du Bian's Spirit Cap tightly. A plume of black smoke escaped from Du Bian's spirit and entered the nostrils of the White Zombie. Slowly, the White Zombie returned to its original form while Du Bian let out a muffled groan and fainted.
"Wei Ning" exclaimed angrily, "Yan Feng, we are all disciples of Zhu You. How could you be so cruel as to take his life!"
As soon as "Wei Ning" spoke, the crowd erupted in an uproar, with many disciples close to the Du family showing expressions of indignation.
It turned out that just moments ago, "Yan Feng" had used an illusion technique to confuse "Du Bian" with a shadow of the "White Zombie." He then cast the "Exorcism Spell," extracting the malevolent spirit of the "White Zombie" and directly forcing it into "Du Bian's" body, attempting to seize his soul. In the realm of magic, this was referred to as "Soul Snatching."
It was simple: if "Du Bian" fell victim to "Yan Feng's" "Soul Snatching," he would likely be a fool for the rest of his life.
That was why "Wei Ning" had leaped into action at such a critical moment to save him.
Seeing that his scheme had been uncovered, "Yan Feng" glanced at the three elders on the platform. "Wu Yunhe" was still asleep, "Fang Yujue" seemed to be waiting for his son who would never return, and as for "Bai Maoren," he was gazing up at the moon, counting its phases.
With determination in his heart, "Yan Feng" coldly said, "Who are you to dare disrupt the rules of the Corpse Driving Conference?"
"Wei Ning from Chen Prefecture!" "Wei Ning" declared loudly.
At this declaration, the crowd below erupted once more like an oil cauldron boiling over, reaching a fever pitch.
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