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Wei Ning ultimately chose to respect his master's last wish and brought Wang Tuozi's coffin to the Miao Village, the place he had visited with Wang Tuozi before. At this moment, Miao Village was draped in a silver sheen, with long icicles hanging from the treetops, looking vastly different from its usual appearance, yet possessing a unique winter beauty.
Wei Ning felt heavy-hearted; he had no mind to appreciate the scenery. Taking a breath of the crisp winter air, he arrived at the village gate with Wang Chuyi's coffin. The gatekeeper was still the same burly man from years past, but it seemed everything had changed. Upon seeing Wei Ning, the man regarded him with great hostility and coldly said, "So it’s you who came. Meng Ge the Elder mentioned you would arrive. Go on in."
He shot a fierce glare at Wei Ning and ignored him.
Wei Ning understood that due to the incident with the Spirit of the Cave, he had become deeply hated by the entire Miao Village. If it weren't for Meng Ge's prior warning to restrain them, he would likely have been torn apart by these Miao People by now.
Unfazed, Wei Ning carried his master's coffin up to Meng Ge's stilted house.
Inside, smoke still swirled around as Meng Ge sat cross-legged by the fire pit, where a human head continued to spin above the flames.
Wei Ning was no longer the naive youth he once was; he felt no fear of the head now. He sat down by the fire pit and coldly watched Meng Ge, who was like an artist applying spices to the head.
Meng Ge was focused on his task and after a long while nodded in satisfaction. Stealing a glance at Wei Ning, he said, "I knew you would come. The Wang Chuyi I know is not someone who breaks his word."
Wei Ning replied coldly, "And so what?"
Meng Ge looked at Wei Ning and chuckled softly. "That child from back then has finally grown up. Over these past few years, there have been constant rumors about you in Miao Village; you’ve certainly made quite an impression."
Wei Ning understood that Meng Ge was referring to the incident with the Spirit of the Cave and was mocking him for it. He retorted, "If you believe I have disrupted your traditions, feel free to hold me accountable. I, Wei Ning, will take full responsibility."
Meng Ge laughed lightly and said, "Young man, don’t be so agitated. A few nights ago, I gazed into the stars and saw Wang Chuyi's star falling; I knew he was no longer among us. So I began preparing herbs early on. Rest assured, I will turn your master into my most remarkable masterpiece."
Wei Ning stood up and said, "Are you really going to use my master's head for roasting?"
Meng Ge replied calmly, "I helped Wang Chuyi extend his life. He promised to give me his head in return. It's a fair trade; do you want to back out now?"
Wei Ning exclaimed, "No, I cannot allow my master to be dismembered. He should not suffer even after death."
Meng Ge continued indifferently, "When a person dies, it's like a lamp extinguished. Your master is now just an empty shell; what’s there to mourn? Besides, this is also for his own good. It can offset the sins he committed in life and allow him to escape the suffering of hell sooner, leading to his reincarnation."
Wei Ning was taken aback and stammered, "What do you mean?"
Meng Ge glanced at Wei Ning and said, "Wang Chuyi created the Drought Corpse and went against the natural order. He has already angered the heavens. The karmic debts he accrued in life must be repaid after death. Good deeds bring good rewards, while evil deeds bring evil rewards; it’s not that they don’t come, but that the time hasn’t arrived yet."
"What?!" Wei Ning felt as if struck by lightning upon hearing Meng Ge's words. He trembled and asked, "Does that mean my master will not find peace after death? Will he still suffer?"
"Exactly!" Meng Ge replied. "Otherwise, how could he repay the sins he committed? Should thousands of lives be lost in vain?"
Wei Ning grabbed Meng Ge's clothing tightly, glaring at him and said, "You’re lying to me, aren’t you?"
Meng Ge gently brushed Wei Ning's hand away and stood up, gazing out the window at the distant mountains. The snow-covered Miao Village looked fresh and serene. Meng Ge slowly began, "This matter goes back to when your master was young."
"During the peak of Zhu You Sect's prosperity, at that time, the Wei Family—originally part of Zhu You Sect—began to show signs of decline. However, the Wang Family rose rapidly with many talents emerging. Among them, your master Wang Chuyi stood out alongside Wei Xianjun from your family as equals. In those chaotic times of war and corruption within the Qing Court, with foreign powers humiliating China, your master was young and ambitious. Naturally, he was unwilling to accept this fate and vowed to achieve great things. Thus began his journey across the Three Mountains and Five Peaks in search of every Zombie mentioned in legends."
"Whether it was luck or misfortune, he indeed found a Zombie. At that time, this Zombie had already lost its intelligence. Yet Wang Chuyi proved himself to be an extraordinary talent who appeared once in a century. After ten years of effort, he managed to avoid the Calamity of Thunder, Earth, and Fire and successfully refined a Drought Corpse."
"Wang Chuyi, in his youth, was full of ambition and grew up amidst praises, which inevitably fostered a bit of arrogance in him. He truly believed himself to be the greatest talent of all time, confident that he could control the Drought Corpse. However, once the Drought Corpse emerged, it was far beyond Wang Chuyi's ability to control. The appearance of the Drought Corpse demanded the blood sacrifice of a hundred thousand Yang Persons. In a single night, it slaughtered seventy-four members of the Xu Pu Wang Family, leaving no one alive, and continued its rampage beyond the village. It was only then that Wang Chuyi realized the gravity of the situation. He exhausted all his efforts to subdue the Drought Corpse by dawn, but by that time, it was too late; a grave mistake had already been made. The three thousand karmic debts had been incurred."
"At that time, Zhu You School feared that the emergence of the Drought Corpse would cause panic, so they claimed it was merely a lost Corpse Driver from the Wang family that had transformed into a Corpse Evil. To atone for this, the entire Wang family committed suicide. However, Wang Chuyi's only son, who was not yet ten years old, happened to be away at that time and thus became the sole survivor of this calamity. This son believed that Wang Chuyi had destroyed their family and thus harbored an eternal grudge against his father. He joined the greatest rival of Zhu You, the Dragon-Tiger Lineage, changing his name to Lin and dedicating himself solely to killing Wang Chuyi."
Wei Ning interjected, "My master was killed by Lin Lingsu, a descendant of the Lin family. I must avenge this."
"When will this cycle of vengeance end? Even if you kill Lin's descendant, what difference will it make? Perhaps your master would not want to see you like this. If he wished to destroy the Lin family, it would have been as easy as blowing away dust. After all, she is your master's only heir in this world; let it go."
"But she also killed my grandfather!" Wei Ning exclaimed angrily. "What grievance do my Wei Family and she have? How could she be so ruthless as to not spare my grandfather?"
Meng Ge sighed deeply and said, "The Drought Corpse failed to kill a hundred thousand people and thus could not ascend to sainthood; instead, it had to attach itself to Wang Chuyi and coexist with him. Originally, Wang Chuyi had committed heinous acts and should not have lived past sixty years old. However, he was determined to resurrect the seventy-four members of his family who died unjustly at the hands of the Drought Corpse. Therefore, he sought me out to extend his life."
"Extend his life?"
"Yes, using future Lifespan to compensate for this life."
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