Young master, why not become a corpse immortal?

Chapter 392 Slaughtering the Manor
Donkey Head returned to his mansion located within the divine city.

Upon his return, he instructed his servants to brew a cup of tea, while he himself leaned lazily against a large chair, savoring the tranquility alone.

Just two days ago, guided by Li Fuqi, he explored the outer area of ​​the Shencheng Ruins.

I had never experienced the strangeness of the Divine City before, but this trip allowed me to truly understand how bizarre and wonderful it is.

The vast wilderness on the outskirts was formed by the sheer number of fallen stars, whose vital energy leaked from their bodies after death, intertwining and spreading, ultimately creating that strange celestial phenomenon. As for the divine city itself, it was entirely due to the many ancient artifacts left behind during the ancient war between immortals, which underwent unpredictable changes during the conflict.

While the power of pointing stars is indeed extraordinary, it is ultimately far inferior to the methods of immortals, and the resulting celestial phenomena are naturally far inferior as well.

On this trip, Donkey Head brought several of his men with him, including several trusted lieutenants.

However, while traveling along a seemingly ordinary, long road, without any incident, several ghostly hands suddenly emerged from the shadows at a street corner.

It was this seemingly ordinary and harmless thing that suddenly seized a military officer.

Although Donkey Head reacted quickly and rescued the man in time, the adjutant's soul and spirit had been mostly destroyed, and he could no longer be considered a normal person.

This is only the outer ring of the divine city. It is said that the location of the imperial palace is even more terrifying, and no one has been able to enter it to this day.

"The immortals... are truly unfathomable in their divine power. Even the treasures they left behind are clearly beyond what Dianxing can achieve today."

Donkey Head sighed sincerely.

Just then, his subordinates hurried in from outside the mansion, their faces showing anxiety.

The donkey's head tilted slightly, its drooping half-face staring blankly at its subordinate with empty eyes:

"What happened?"

"My lord, most of the accompanying civil officials have disappeared without a trace."

"Missing?" Donkey Head's previously calm tone suddenly wavered. "What about Zhou Canshen? How is he?"

"He's gone too..."

The donkey's head stood frozen in place like a stone sculpture, motionless and silent for a long time.

After a long silence, he slowly opened his lips:
Do you have a list?

The subordinate nodded immediately and quickly presented a list.

Donkey Head glanced around and noticed that nearly half of the civil officials had disappeared.

A sigh also came from beneath his donkey head hood.

He never expected that in such a short time since he left, almost all the people of Daxing in Chen Kingdom had been wiped out.

Have you found any other clues?

Upon hearing the donkey-headed man's question, the subordinate immediately replied:

“During this period, before they disappeared, it was basically Zhou Shenshen who lured them out of the city, and then they would disappear without a trace. We don’t know much else about it.”

"That's it..."

Donkey Head did not blame his subordinates, but instead began to think carefully.

According to his subordinates, it was actually Zhou Canshen who first started acting strangely.

Luring people out of the city means it will be difficult to take action inside the city.

It must have been done by people from outside the city.

"Go and investigate. Find Zhou Canshen's former subordinates and ask them who Zhou Canshen has been in contact with recently and whether he has sent anyone away from Chen Kingdom."

The servant immediately agreed and then turned and left.

Before long, the servant hurried back, bringing important information:
"Old Zhou has been meeting with the six young masters in the city frequently recently. He did borrow many people from them, initially claiming it was to pursue General Li, but many of the pursuers died and never returned."

"When Li Guang left, she had already been severely injured by the local Li family using talismanic techniques, so she should have been powerless to resist the pursuers. Before entering the Divine City, we also issued similar orders. Therefore, the one who was able to kill all the adjutants was definitely not her."

After hearing Donkey Head's words, the subordinate nodded in agreement:
“It was definitely not her doing. According to the few followers left behind by Elder Zhou, it was Da Xing who sent people here.”

"Who?"

"Yu Wenyun, one, two, three, Jiang Jinyue, and there's someone named Lin Jiang," the subordinate reported. "It seems there are others, but details are unknown."

Donkey Head fell silent.

Lin Jiang.

He had heard this name many times and had clashed with it several times.

This young man seems to have inherited the secrets of alchemy and is well-versed in the astonishing methods of physical cultivation.

The Taoist techniques he cultivated were even closer to the realm of star-pointing, or perhaps even surpassed it.

However, Donkey Head's biggest impression of him was just the conversation he had with Lin Jiang back in Lan Ke. Now that he had come to Chen Kingdom, he had lost touch with news from Da Xing for a long time and didn't know how Lin Jiang was doing.

Yu Wenyun had already followed the eldest prince into the capital at that time. Logically speaking, it was impossible for the people in the capital to be so kind as to let him move freely.

As for one, two, three...

She is not mentally stable.

Jiang Jinyue is even less worth mentioning; she is far from reaching the realm of Star Pointing, and would barely be fit to serve as a piece in this game.

It's likely that the real mastermind behind this group is Lin Jiang.

It's very troublesome.

Their combat strength is indeed not weak. If I were to show myself rashly, it would be tantamount to suicide. Moreover, they are small targets and move nimbly. Even if a large force is mobilized to surround them, they can fight and retreat at the same time.

With no time to deal with this for the moment, Donkey Head turned his attention to another matter:
Zhou Shenshen actually led the civil officials out of the dusty country.

Something is obviously wrong.

Donkey Head knew the old man's character well.

He was the most typical person in the capital who considered himself clever but was easily deceived. His only significant advantage was that he was extremely afraid of death and had an exceptionally keen intuition for danger, which always helped him avoid fatal situations.

Given his personality, there's no way he would voluntarily leave the city. Lin Jiang and his group must have used some method to trap Zhou Can.

What is the medium?

Sixth Young Master?
Donkey Head got up and walked outside.

Behind him, his subordinates also asked anxiously:
"Sir, where are you going?"

"Find Li Fuqi and have him take a look at what's wrong with his son."

……

The thief rubbed the three hearts connected to his bones in his palm, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

This elixir is a treasure!

After swallowing it, one can transfer the injuries suffered by oneself to the pill, and then throw it out to complete a damage transfer.

In the eyes of a thief, this treasure surpasses any rare gem in the world!

Even if he is beaten to the point of death, he can immediately regain his strength and start anew after swallowing just one pill.

Although few could possibly push him to the brink with his abilities, it's always good to be prepared.

Just as he was happily putting the pills into a specially made small gourd, there was a sudden commotion at the door.

He subconsciously looked toward the gate of his manor, and there stood a familiar figure standing in the wide-open gate.

It is the Sixth Young Master.

The thief's pupils contracted, and cold sweat instantly broke out all over his body.

The Sixth Prince should have been completely controlled by him by now, his life stolen. He should never have shown himself like this!

He also caught a glimpse of the two women who should have been guarding the gate, now lying in pools of blood.

not good!

The thief suddenly jumped up, instinctively trying to back away.

But in an instant, he noticed a figure behind him.

The man was burly and imposing, resembling a towering black mountain under the scorching midday sun. His shadow completely enveloped him, and his sharp eyes were fixed intently on him.

Those steel-like hands landed directly on him.

The thief glanced at it sideways.

They discovered that Li Fuqi was standing behind them.

"You've turned a thief into a thief. You've got some nerve, taking advantage of my absence to turn my sixth son into your puppet."

Li Fuqi's voice was completely calm, as if he were stating an extremely ordinary little thing.

But when these words reached the ears of the thief, they struck him like a thunderbolt.

The thief tilted his head, forcing an extremely awkward smile onto his face. Then, his entire body suddenly exploded into a dark shadow, transforming into a streak of light that leaped into the air and fled rapidly into the distance.

However, he had only flown a short distance when he suddenly felt an immense force approaching.

It had no way to continue flying in the air and crashed straight to the ground, losing its balance.

After rolling around in the mud in a disheveled state, I looked up at the blue sky and found that a figure with a donkey's head had suddenly appeared in mid-air.

The man was holding a bell in his hand and gently shaking it.

The power controlling his body comes from the bell in front of him.

Besides the donkey's head, the thief also caught a glimpse of two other figures floating on the distant horizon.

Both of them were Li Fuqi's subordinates.

As an eighth-level expert, Li Fuqi had two subordinates who each possessed some level of cultivation. As for the strength of the donkey-headed man in front of him, he was unsure, but perhaps he also had some level of cultivation.

With so many people surrounding him, the likely outcome is that they intend to take his life!

Li Fuqi circled around to the back of the thief, suddenly stepped on his back, and looked down at him from above.

The blazing sun hung directly overhead, but its blinding rays were blocked by his head, casting a shadow on the thief.

The thief turned around and looked up at Li Fuqi, but the bright light made it difficult for him to see clearly.

He could only vaguely see that Li Fuqi's eyes were wide open like copper bells, and the corners of his mouth were curved downwards in an exaggerated arc, almost drooping to his chin.

Just from that expression, the thief could sense the overwhelming hatred emanating from that distorted face.

Also piercing to the ears were the cries of the women that the thief had painstakingly kept over the years.

The bombardment had destroyed most of the mansion, and the group of girls closest to him were swallowed up by the aftershocks.

How could mere mortal bodies withstand the power of a single star? In the blink of an eye, they were reduced to a pile of bloody flesh and mangled limbs, and the remaining few were also severely injured and on the verge of death.

A woman, whose body was reduced to half its original size, was still alive. With her last breath, she picked up some rubble and threw it at Li Fuqi, screaming:

"Let go of the master..."

Li Fuqi casually grabbed the stone and threw it back, causing the woman's head to split open.

Thief, now a thief, raised his head high and shouted fiercely:
"Li Fuqi! You!"

“A murderer is prepared to die.” Li Fuqi’s knuckles tightened around the hilt of his sword. “You harmed my own flesh and blood, and you still expect a peaceful end?”

He pulled the cold iron blade inch by inch from his palm, reflecting the crimson color of the courtyard.

"Since you have broken the rules of the Dust Kingdom, you must pay with your life."

Li Fuqi raised his longsword high:

"Rules cannot be broken."

(End of this chapter)