Mythology

Chapter 159: Inheriting the throne of the Shang Dynasty from infancy

[The identity "Guard" has been revived and can be played again]

[Guard (white): The harem of the Great Shang Dynasty is not peaceful at night. You wake up in a trance and find that you have lost all your energy.]

Yang He secretly felt fortunate that he had sent all three ghosts to their deaths before he died. Otherwise, if he did not continue to play the role of a guard, his character would likely become an evil spirit, which would cause great chaos in Chaoge.

"Pity."

"According to the amount of Yin energy in the harem, the ghosts will be able to break through in a few days."

Yang He scanned the three characters, which were still the musician, porter and guard. According to the current situation of the Great Shang Palace, passive refresh was unrealistic.

[Whether to consume 1 point of spiritual vision to refresh identity]

"Refresh and try to find characters related to Lutai."

“As long as we are sure that Jiang Taigong is in Lutai, we can play a permanent role, and then attack the evil ghost realm of the three ghosts as soon as possible.”

Yang He communicated with various seals, and the related seals were dim except for Jiang Ziya's, proving that Nezha and others were not in Chaoge.

"If nothing unexpected happens, Jiang Taigong will have to flee Chaoge sooner or later. Summoning them to the Heart-Digger will inevitably make the situation even more out of control."

[Whether to consume 10 point of spiritual vision to refresh identity]

Yang He refreshed the game twice in a row, and the white-rank characters that appeared were all relatively ordinary, all of them being servants with different duties in the various halls of the harem.

"It's unrealistic to use a menial character to force his way into Lutai. I'm afraid your fate will be the same as Zhong Liang's."

[Whether to consume 100 point of spiritual vision to refresh identity]

"Let's refresh it again. If there are no reliable characters, it's better to just play as a permanent character. At least..."

"kindness?"

Yang He raised his eyes and saw a deep blue light flashing before his eyes.

[Prince (blue): Babies are often born in the harem of the Great Shang Dynasty, but you are different from them. You are the eldest son of the Great Shang Dynasty royal family.]

"What the hell?"

Yang He was slightly stunned, thinking of the many babies taken away by Queen Jiang.

"The eldest son, you should be referring to the Crown Prince Yin Jiao of the Shang Dynasty. Could it be that Yin Jiao in the historical world has died prematurely, and Queen Jiang has become ill from overwork and has come up with some replacements?"

"If you play the role of a baby, you may not know how you died."

"Hey, let's give it a try. It seems that the story is indeed centered around Queen Jiang."

After Yang He imparted the four Taoist traditions, the character's qualities suddenly took on a hint of purple.

[Prince (Blue): Babies are born every night in the harem of the Great Shang Dynasty, but you are different from them. Not only do you have innate magical powers, you are also the eldest son of the Great Shang Dynasty who is highly regarded by the royal family.]

[If you do not choose an identity, you will go to the historical site as your real self to play]

"Confirmed to play the role of [Prince]."

.........

The moment Yang He confirmed it, he felt a splitting headache.

Different from the roles he had played before, his body seemed not to belong to him. Not only could he not control his limbs, he couldn't even open his eyes.

The baby can be heard crying unconsciously.

The only thing to be thankful for is that the three ghosts in the body were not affected. With a little guidance, the faint yin energy had already circulated through the meridians.

Yang He did not expose the three ghosts and it took him a long time to open his eyes.

I found myself in a magnificent bedroom, with two or three hundred palace maids busying around me, their faces full of fear.

The marble floor is as smooth as new.

The walls are decorated with gold powder to depict images of flying phoenixes.

In the center was a four-meter-long carved phoenix bed, on which Queen Jiang lay sleeping.

To be precise, it means raising ghosts.

The inside and outside of the phoenix bed are carved with patterns, forming an extremely complicated magic array, so that Queen Jiang can be nourished by the rich yin energy at all times.

Queen Jiang is an evil ghost, but she is not far from being a killing ghost.

"How do you feel?"

The more Yang He looked at the magic formation, the more familiar it became to him. There was a similar description in the Three Lives Sutra.

"It should have nothing to do with Jiang Taigong, but it must have come from a disciple of the Chan Sect. It seems that the situation of the Heart-Digging Ghost is more complicated than imagined."

Yang He noticed that there were six babies in total, and the cradles were right next to the phoenix bed.

All the babies are born from corpses, without three souls and seven spirits. They are most likely the products of acquired refining, and their yang fire is becoming increasingly weak.

Yang He was not immune and managed to slow down the loss of his vitality with the help of three ghosts.

The maids whispered to each other, "Six princes were born last night, more than ever before. Your Majesty can sleep a little longer."

"Alas, it's probably the same as the last few times, no one will survive."

"If they all die, the Queen will probably go crazy again."

"Stop talking, be careful not to wake up the Queen."

Yang He waited until the baby's fragile meridians adapted to the Yin energy, and then began to intensify the Great Circulation.

A baby is like a wooden barrel full of holes, and the yang energy is the water inside. It won't take long for the baby to die.

At this moment, the crying in the cradle suddenly stopped.

As soon as the baby's life was gone, corpse spots quickly spread all over the body, and soon the skin and flesh showed signs of decay, with yellowed bones exposed.

Queen Jiang's eyelids moved slightly, and the concentration of yin energy in the palace continued to intensify.

"Hurry up and call Granny Wen!!"

The maid hurried to the window and rang the rusty bell.

They looked at the phoenix bed in panic. Queen Jiang was breathing heavily and her face looked extremely hideous. She might wake up at any time.

Squeak.

The door was pushed open.

A hunchbacked old man walked slowly into the bedroom, his skin full of wrinkles and he exuded a faint yin energy, obviously he had practiced cultivation.

Yang He's young face showed a hint of sneer, "In the evil ghost realm, the method of cultivation is obviously a Taoist orthodoxy. It's possible that he is from the same lineage as the one who set up the Phoenix Bed Array."

The midwives in the palace were usually called Wen Po Po, and this person should have infiltrated the harem.

"Come on, come on."

Granny Wen came to the baby's bones, muttered something mysterious for a while, and then put the bones into an ordinary earthenware jar. The jar was placed under the bed, and there were already dozens of baby bones in it.

It feels like a way to raise a ghost.

"what."

Just as Granny Wen was about to leave, her eyes fell on Yang He.

"It can actually actively absorb Yin energy. Is it an exception?"

Greed flashed in her eyes, and she took out a pill from her arms and fed it to Yang He, "Maybe it's a good material for refining a corpse puppet."

Granny Wen glanced at Queen Jiang and said, "They are all stillborn anyway, why not let me practice magic?"

After Yang He took the pill, a cool feeling flowed from his stomach and intestines to his limbs. The power of the medicine caused the external Yin energy to flow into his meridians uncontrollably.

Granny Wen looked expectant, just waiting for Yang Heyang's fire to go out.

"Hey hey hey."

Yang He laughed strangely.

Granny Wen couldn't help but be stunned, then Yang He opened his pupils between his eyebrows, swallowing up more than 30% of the negative energy in the bedroom, and the ghosts cheered.

"Born with supernatural powers? Isn't the Great Shang Dynasty already on the verge of extinction? The harem is full of evil spirits, how could a seed of Taoism with supernatural powers be born?"

"It doesn't matter. It's more valuable for refining corpse puppets. They don't have intelligence anyway. You can even refine them into life corpse puppets."

Granny Wen couldn't help but be ecstatic, and fumbled to take out the scattered materials from her arms.

"Take off the limbs first. I need to refine the bones, otherwise..."

"Grandma Wen, do you have any more sugar pills? Give me another one."

Granny Wen widened her eyes in disbelief, then looked around before she confirmed that the sound was made by the newborn baby in front of her.

The thick ghost hand hung in the air, and the oppressive feeling it brought was as real as reality.

"No way, no way."

Granny Wen repeatedly confirmed that the aura of the ghost hand had reached the realm of sitting elixir, but this baby was just born last night, and it was caused by the strange phenomenon of Lutai, so it would definitely not have intelligence! !

"What a monster! Is this the only thing you can do with a natural immortal body?"

"No, even an immortal body needs to be cultivated. He is a natural born demon child!!"

Granny Wen was so frightened that her face turned pale, but she saw Yang He stretching and crawling out of the cradle, with a ghost appearing behind him and his cultivation level rising steadily.

The palace maids were already scrambling to flee the bedroom; Yang He was simply too terrifying.

The baby's every move and gesture is no different from that of an adult, yet there is a sense of weirdness that is hard to conceal, not to mention that Yang He has the protection of three ghosts.

"Grandma Wen, you..."

"evildoer!!"

Granny Wen didn't dare to stay and crawled towards the gate.

Roar!
The corpse dragon extended seven or eight meters from the cradle, and coiled beside Grandma Wen, staring at the latter with its rotten dragon head.

Grandma Wen fell to the ground and tried to get up several times but failed every time.

"Grandma Wen, are you from the Chan sect?"

Granny Wen came back to her senses, and when she heard Yang He mention the Chan sect, her face regained some color.

A baby? It was clearly a powerful being taking over the body!

"I... I am just an outer disciple of the Chan Sect. I was entrusted to guard Queen Jiang. Don't kill me, please don't kill me!"

"Who?"

"Yes……"

As soon as Granny Wen opened her mouth, her breathing became extremely unstable, and then her internal organs began to swell wildly, and within a few breaths they fell apart.

The corpse turned into minced meat, making the bedroom filthy.

Yang He snorted coldly and took back the corpse dragon.

He sat in the cradle exhausted, and Pupil Ghost couldn't help but smile into a crescent shape.

"What kind of useless character is this? He is so weak that he can't even use the power of the Three Ghosts. If he uses even a little bit of Yin Qi, he will suffer internal injuries."

Yang He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. If Grandma Wen didn't die, he would be seriously injured.

"Grandma Wen is indeed a monk of the Chan Sect. Since it was not arranged by Jiang Ziya, then the biggest possibility is only one person."

"Shen Gongbao."

Yang He did not notice any strange aura near the bedroom.

But I am 80% sure that I won’t be wrong.

Shen Gongbao is one of the few original characters that Yang He left a deep impression on. He is a pure old silver guy and he is also the villain in the animated film Nezha Conquers the Dragon King.

As disciples of Yuanshi Tianzun, Shen Gongbao and Jiang Ziya are brothers.

In the original work, Shen Gongbao became jealous when he learned that Jiang Ziya held the List of Gods. Jiang Ziya fled to Xiqi, and Shen Gongbao fought against Xiqi in Chaoge.

Jiang Ziya was on the verge of death many times because of Shen Gongbao's underhanded tricks.

"No matter if it's Shen Gongbao or not, we need to contact Jiang Taigong as soon as possible."

Yang He stretched his limbs, intending to sneak to Lutai with the help of the baby character.

"Your Majesty."

Yang He's whole body stiffened, and the huge Queen Jiang woke up from the phoenix bed.

"Emperor!!!"

Queen Jiang was overjoyed. She threw away the corpses of twenty or thirty babies, grabbed Yang He and held him in her arms, her face full of love.

She then noticed that the hall was covered in minced meat and a gloomy aura was rising.

"Where are the maids?"

There was a scratching noise from the earthen altar under the bed, and an evil spirit was about to come out.

Yang He said with a stiff face: "Mother, it was my son who caused it while playing."

"My son is still sensible. Go to sleep. Mother will comb your bones for you."

The corners of Yang He's mouth twitched as he secretly looked for an opportunity to escape.

(End of this chapter)