One divination a day, a trainee celestial master

The basement of the Zhao family villa in the northern suburbs.

The dim candlelight cast an eerie and sinister glow over the entire basement.

Behind the wide, thin gauze curtain, the gaunt old man, sitting cross-legged on a futon, slowly stopped shaking the Sanqing bell in his hand.

His eyes, as sinister as a vulture's, were fixed on the heavy security door leading from the basement to the first floor.

"Strange..." The old man's withered lips twitched slightly, producing a hoarse, unpleasant sound like sandpaper rubbing together. "I clearly sensed a very faint trace of a wandering spirit just now, how could it vanish without a trace in an instant?"

He placed the soul-summoning banner, which was saturated with yin energy, on his knees, and made a few calculations with his withered fingers, but to no avail.

"Never mind, it's probably some wandering ghost that was attracted by the extremely yin energy of this basement and scared away by the pressure of my array."

The old man shook his head, no longer paying attention to the faint fluctuation. His entire focus was now on the formation before him, which was about to be completed.

The old man, respectfully addressed as "Mr. Liang" by Secretary Zhao of the County Political and Legal Affairs Commission, had long since abandoned his real name. In the underground world decades ago, his colleagues were more accustomed to calling him by another name—Mr. White Bone.

Bai Gusheng is a remnant of the "Luoyingmen" sect in western Hunan.

The Luoyin Sect was once one of the ancient and vicious evil sects in the "Ten Thousand Mountains" at the border of western Jiangxi and western Hunan. Its disciples specialized in practicing heinous and immoral methods such as soul capture, refining resentment, gathering yin energy, and corpse refining.

Decades ago, the Luoyin Sect angered both heaven and man due to its eccentric behavior. Not only was it severely suppressed and banned by the authorities, but it was also attacked by several reclusive Taoist masters who stormed into the Hundred Thousand Mountains, uprooting the sect and almost wiping it out.

As one of the few remaining fugitives who escaped capture back then, Bai Gusheng lived in hiding for most of his life, living like a rat in the sewers.

His sole purpose in surviving to this day is to master the forbidden technique of the Fallen Yin Sect—the [Yin Embryo]!

The so-called Yin fetus is not a human pregnancy and childbirth. Rather, it is a terrifying evil creature that is half-human and half-ghost, neither alive nor dead, yet absolutely controlled by the caster, forcibly conceived by collecting extremely large amounts of Yin energy and soaring resentment into a specially made soul-summoning banner and using a corpse as a furnace!

Once the Yin Embryo is fully formed, Bai Gu Sheng will be able to use this evil object to nourish himself, not only prolonging his life but also restoring the once formidable power of the Yin Sect!

However, the conditions for refining a Yin Embryo are extremely demanding. Not only does it require a place with excellent feng shui that gathers Yin energy, but it also requires a great many extremely Yin vengeful spirits as sacrifices.

In recent years, Bai Gusheng has been wandering around, and in today's modern society where surveillance is everywhere and the police crackdown is extremely strong, he has gone to great lengths to commit all kinds of heinous crimes, collecting resentment in the soul-summoning banner, waiting for a good opportunity.

Until recently, when he was traveling through Qiyun County, he immediately "set his sights" on the only son of Zhao Jianguo, the secretary of the county's Political and Legal Affairs Commission.

This young master Zhao is no pushover.

Relying on his father's power, he acted arrogantly and domineeringly in Qiyun County. He was a long-term drug addict, indulging in unrestrained lust, and even had a history of murders committed by his underlings. In a jealous dispute, he even crippled his rival in love. The girls he had tormented to death were all covered up by Zhao Jianguo using his power.

In Bai Gusheng's eyes, this young master Zhao's body had long been depleted by wine, women, and drugs, and his soul was extremely weak, making him a perfect natural vessel for a "cauldron"!

The Zhao family's luxurious villa, located in the northern suburbs, is nestled against the mountains and beside the water. It is situated in a natural yin-gathering feng shui formation, making it ideal for setting up a grand array to refine yin embryos!

Thus, a meticulous and vicious plan took shape in Bai Gusheng's mind.

Zhao Gongzi's death was not a simple accident caused by a drug overdose. Rather, Bai Gusheng secretly tampered with Zhao Gongzi's usual "extra meals" and naturally designed a "sudden death from a drug overdose" scenario.

When a person dies, the lights go out, but this is only the first step in the White Bones Rebirth Plan.

On the first two nights, as the Zhao family was grieving and setting up the mourning hall in the villa, Bai Gusheng hid in the shadows and only gave them a slight "push".

He secretly used the evil corpse-driving technique of the Fallen Yin Sect, causing the corpse of Young Master Zhao, which was placed in the coffin in the mourning hall, to suddenly open its eyes in the middle of the night; causing the corpse's fingernails to turn into a strange purplish-black overnight; and even causing the white candles as thick as an arm in the mourning hall to mysteriously go out on their own without a breath of wind.

Not only that, Secretary Zhao and his wife dreamed for three consecutive nights that their son, who had died a violent death, was standing at the head of the bed covered in blood, crying out that it was so cold down there and that many wronged spirits were tearing him apart.

These rapid-fire attacks terrified the usually aloof Secretary Zhao to the point of a mental breakdown, completely shattering his defenses.

Just when the Zhao family was in a state of constant anxiety, Bai Gusheng changed into a gray Tang suit with an air of otherworldly elegance and, under the identity of "Mr. Liang, the successor of the Xiangxi Gu Dao Sect," was "invited" into the Zhao family's gate with a large sum of money by a wealthy businessman who was eager to curry favor with Secretary Zhao.

Standing before Zhao Gongzi's coffin, Bai Gusheng uttered only one sentence, which completely shattered Secretary Zhao's psychological defenses.

"Your son died a violent and untimely death, and he accumulated too many sins in his life. Now his resentment is extremely strong. If a grand 'one husband, three wives' esoteric ghost marriage is not arranged to resolve his resentment and appease his wandering soul, he will surely become a bloodthirsty vengeful ghost within seven days!"

Looking at Secretary Zhao, who was drenched in cold sweat, Bai Gusheng lowered his voice, each word piercingly piercing: "Once your son becomes a vengeful ghost, the first to seek revenge will be his closest blood relatives. Not only will the Zhao family line end, but it will also backfire on your career and family's feng shui, ruining your reputation!"

In fact, Bai Gusheng had already investigated this Young Master Zhao's background.

This little beast committed numerous evil deeds in his lifetime. Not only did he once cause a death in a hotel by drugging and torturing a girl to death, but he also hired thugs to break the leg of a rival in a jealous dispute and throw her into the river to drown.

All these messes were forcibly suppressed and smoothed over by Secretary Zhao using his power as Secretary of the Political and Legal Affairs Commission.

Therefore, when Bai Gusheng mentioned "the sins he committed in his previous life" and "the torment of vengeful spirits", the fear in Secretary Zhao's heart, who was already feeling guilty, was magnified infinitely!

He was terrified. He was afraid that his son would really become a vengeful ghost after his death, and even more afraid that the wronged souls of those his son had killed would come knocking on his door, ruining his official post and destroying the feng shui of his Zhao family!

"Mr. Liang! Please save my Zhao family! As long as you can ensure my son rests in peace and that the feng shui of my Zhao family is not ruined, I will agree to anything you ask for!"

The dignified secretary of the county's Political and Legal Affairs Commission knelt down before a heretical and evil Taoist priest.

Bai Gusheng, going along with the flow, made that horrific request: "We need to find three young women whose birth charts are purely Yin and who died in despair to serve as their Yin wives, to be buried with your son, in order to suppress all the karmic resentment."

At first, upon hearing that three innocent girls would be murdered, Secretary Zhao was filled with shock and hesitation. Although he had protected his son, such premeditated serial killings, if exposed, would be a capital offense punishable by death!

But Bai Gusheng had long since grasped the dark psychology of these corrupt officials—their selfishness and disregard for human life. Through step-by-step manipulation, the intimidation of ruined feng shui, and the brainwashing of his son's tragic death, he gradually succeeded.

finally.

His extreme superstition about power and feng shui completely overwhelmed the last shred of humanity in Secretary Zhao's heart.

In his eyes, the lives of ordinary people were nothing compared to his own official position and the fortune of his family.

What followed was perfectly logical.

Secretary Zhao mobilized his most secretive henchmen, using his authority to cover up the traces of Skynet surveillance, and in just three days, precisely kidnapped the three young girls with pure Yin birth charts designated by Bai Gusheng.

He handled these three disappearances cleanly, and even at a task force meeting, he slammed his fist on the table and told his subordinates to "solve the case within a time limit."

In the basement of this villa in the northern suburbs, the humiliation and torture suffered by three young and beautiful girls and a strong, evil Taoist priest with secret magic can be imagined.

After the three girls died from extreme and perverse fear, Bai Gu Sheng drained their blood, processed it, and then dressed them in bright red wedding gowns.

"Hehehe..."

In the basement, Bai Gusheng looked at the three female corpses dressed in bright red phoenix coronet and wedding robes in front of the altar, and let out a chilling laugh as piercing as an owl's.

"Secretary Zhao, Secretary Zhao, do you really think that I went to all this trouble just to arrange a ghost marriage for your good-for-nothing son to ensure his safety?"

The withered, bony fingers of the white bone plant gently stroked the runes on the soul-guiding banner, which were already faintly tinged with dark red blood.

Within this soul-guiding banner, the pure Yin souls of those three girls, filled with boundless resentment, are currently sealed!

As long as tomorrow passes.

These three streams of pure Yin resentment will be completely refined and infused into the male corpse's body. At that time, the male corpse will be transformed into the most terrifying killing weapon in the Luo Yin Sect's history of a hundred years—the [Yin Embryo]!

"Once the Yin Embryo is formed, I will not only be able to extend my lifespan, but also restore the glory of the Yin Sect! At that time, which bastard Daoist sect will be able to stop me, Bai Gu Sheng, from taking even half a step?!"

The white-boned creature stood up abruptly, and the brass bell in its hand shook violently once again.

"Ring... Ring..."

A crisp yet eerie ringing sound echoed through the stench-filled, dark basement.

The resentment emanating from the three female corpses dressed in bright red wedding gowns continued to gather towards the soul-guiding banner, drawn by the sound of the bells.

What Bai Gusheng failed to notice was that on the pale skin of one of the female corpses, a strange black and red vein was faintly visible.

At this moment, Bai Gusheng was immersed in the ecstasy of about to master terrifying power.

Meanwhile, behind the heavy darkness of the night, at the Western Suburbs Guardian Temple, a pair of clear eyes with a faint golden glow had just closed, and the Dao Seed in the dantian was slowly and steadily sending true essence to the buds.