Mythology

Chapter 331 Dowry: Whatever You Want, We'll Give You
The red candles flickered dimly, their wax dripping like blood, and the tightly closed hall was deathly silent.

The two coffins stood side by side, their surfaces adorned with faded double happiness characters, each stroke winding like a snake, gleaming eerily in the candlelight.

There were no guests, no joy, only a chilling wind swirling the ashes of paper money through the hall.

On each of the two coffins rested a bronze mirror wrapped in red silk. The mirror was cloudy, and specks of rust resembled a crimson corner of a wedding dress.

Suddenly, a muffled heartbeat came from the left side of the coffin.

With a creaking sound, the coffin was opened only half a finger's width.

Eyes opened in the darkness.

"It's been a few days since we seized the Sea-Stabilizing Pearl. What's the situation in Jiuqu Town now? Have the immortals caused any trouble?"

Yang He moved his limbs; the Three Corpse Taoist's injuries had healed.

He slowly pushed open the lid, then turned over and left the coffin. Every move he made was focused on his spiritual vision, but his spiritual vision remained calm.

Yang He was wearing heavy makeup to resemble a corpse and a bright red dress.

Looking around the hall, he glanced at the coffin on the left.

"It shouldn't be the Three Immortal Maidens, otherwise their spiritual vision would be off the charts."

Yang He's forehead pupils were wide open, but due to the special rules governing Jiuqu Town, it was impossible to know whether there was a corpse inside the coffin.

He hesitated for a few moments, then communicated with his fellow practitioners of the Chan sect through the Dharma Seal.

He clearly sent a message to everyone, but there was no response.

Yang He lifted the lid of the coffin on the left side, and as expected, it was empty except for the wedding dress that reeked of a fishy smell.

"That's bizarre."

He carried nothing on this trip, which perfectly illustrates that he was not worth dying for.

"It's good that the Three Immortal Maidens aren't here. Let's find Kong Xuan's location first."

Yang He gently pushed open the wooden door.

It turned out that what was outside the gate was not a side room of the mansion, but a square courtyard.

The gaps between the blue bricks were overgrown with withered grass, and a dilapidated copper basin sat in front of the door, with some unburnt paper money still remaining at the bottom.

The courtyard walls were shrouded in an extremely thick fog, so thick that even spiritual vision could not penetrate it.

Yang He's expression was strange, but he couldn't find anything amiss.

"What the hell?"

He leaped over the courtyard wall, only to find the same hall on the other side.

The hall was furnished exactly the same, and the embers of the copper basin drifted in the wind.

Yang He's expression was solemn as he pushed open the wooden door to the hall. Inside were two empty coffins, a wedding dress, and a formal suit.

"Am I trapped in a maze, or is someone setting up a magic circle for me?"

Yang He repeatedly climbed over the courtyard wall, and no matter which direction he came from, he was always in the main hall. He could even return to the original main hall by the same route.

The halls are densely packed together, arranged like frog eggs.

Yang He was initially a little impatient, but quickly regained his composure. He then secretly communicated with the Blood and Flesh Taoist Temple, allowing the roots of his avatar to extend outwards.

He narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth to exhale a wisp of five-colored divine light.

The only thing he carried was the Five-Colored Divine Light, mainly to use it to sense Kong Xuan and dig out a half-pound piece of flesh and bone to practice the Subjugation Technique.

The five-colored divine light remained motionless in his palm, as if it were a dead object.

"As expected, I'm probably in a container similar to a mustard seed space..."

The moment the thought arose, the five-colored divine light suddenly surged and nearly broke free of its restraints.

Yang He looked bewildered. The sudden reaction of the Five-Colored Divine Light indicated that Kong Xuan was likely nearby, which was quite inexplicable.

He followed the guidance of the five-colored divine light and wandered through the layers of halls.

Every time I came to the courtyard, what I saw were red candles, a coffin, a bronze mirror, and two wedding dresses inside the coffin that smelled of blood.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the five-colored divine light began to tremble violently.

Yang He was on high alert, because even if Kong Xuan was seriously injured, he was still not someone that Yang He, a mere Guixu Realm cultivator, could deal with, unless he was just a shell of a person.

He carefully climbed the wall and arrived at what appeared to be an ordinary courtyard. The courtyard was no different on the surface, still paved with blue bricks and overgrown with weeds, except for a faded mahogany table in the center.

On the table was a jar of aged Shaoxing wine, with faded red paper pasted on the seal, and next to it was a large piece of meat wrapped in red paper.

According to traditional folk wedding customs, this should be an essential part of the wedding ceremony, a "farewell meat" for the bride.

Yang He approached the table, and the five-colored divine light flashed with a dazzling light.

He reached out and lifted the red paper.

It wasn't some kind of large piece of livestock meat at all; it was actually a piece of shoulder blade meat that shimmered with iridescent colors, with most of the shoulder blade exposed and a layer of fine bird feathers covering the skin.

They are Kong Xuan's flesh and blood!
Yang He looked slightly incredulous, then raised his eyes to look at the sky. His spiritual vision had fluctuated not long ago, but it had just stopped abruptly.

"Refine it!"

"There's no reason not to take advantage of a good deal. Let's refine the Five-Colored Ghost's body first."

Yang He grabbed a large piece of meat, opened his mouth and spat out a large amount of bloody water to soak it, and according to the records of the Hundred Ghosts Chaos Scripture, he inscribed spiritual patterns on it little by little, inside and out.

.........

Meanwhile, at the wealthy man's residence.

The hall was already decorated, with red silk and white cloth intertwined. The candlelight was dim, and only a graceful figure could be seen standing inside.

A chilling wind blew, yet the red candles flickered and burned with eerie flames.

The figure is Lady Yunxiao.

Her wedding dress was decorated with five-colored feathers, swirling with an eerie halo, and the lining was soaked with dark red bloodstains. Upon closer inspection, one could see the tendon patterns left over from when the skin and flesh were peeled off.

Lady Yunxiao did not choose the Twelve Golden Immortals; her wedding dress was clearly a replica of Kong Xuan's.

He even had half a bloody piece of shoulder blade in his right hand.

"Is my lord satisfied?"

Lady Yunxiao gazed gently at the Hunyuan Golden Bucket, which was shaped like a rice container and also resembled a three-legged golden cauldron.

The Hunyuan Golden Bucket has no lid, and you can see that there is a miniature courtyard inside.

Inside the courtyard, Yang He was refining the flesh and bones.

"My husband is so thoughtful; he didn't even prepare meat for the wedding ceremony!"

Lady Yunxiao muttered to herself, dark purple blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, and there were marks of ropes wrapped around her neck.

"That's right~~"

Her smile remained unchanged as she led the Hunyuan Golden Bucket out of the hall.

"My lord contacted fellow practitioners earlier; he must be lonely."

The monks from both religions had been sitting idly at the banquet for four days. The marriage alliance had not begun, nor did it show any signs of ending, as if they were being slowly tortured to death.

At that moment, heavy footsteps approached from afar.

They turned around in terror, only to see Lady Yunxiao smiling before them, her five-colored wedding dress still bearing the features of Kong Xuan.

"Yang Jian."

"Nezha."

"Huang Tianhua".

"Yang Ren."

"Hey! You old hag!!" Nezha lost his patience and, even though he was facing Lady Yunxiao, he didn't hesitate to pull out his Fire-Tipped Spear and thrust it forcefully.

The flames of karma surged.

"Brother Nezha, you mustn't be reckless!!"

Yang Jian stood protectively in front of Nezha, gritting his teeth and trying to escape under the cover of the karmic fire. However, before he could make a move, the wedding dress of Lady Yunxia emitted a burst of five-colored divine light.

With a flick of its wrists and accompanied by five-colored divine light, the four members of the Chan Sect fell into the treasure.

Lady Yunxiao ignored the remaining cultivators and disappeared from the hall again, leaving behind a faint, chilling murmur.

"My lord, whatever you desire, I will give you."

(End of this chapter)