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Chapter 703 - 348 Taoist Ancestor Shows His Spirit_2

Chapter 703: Chapter 348 Taoist Ancestor Shows His Spirit_2

Wiped clean.

Feng Yichen felt that his love was gone.

Especially when he inadvertently saw the kiss mark on the girl’s neck, he felt like he was going to split apart.

The goddess he had been yearning for ended up in someone else’s bed.

Who could endure this?

"The Heavenly Dao is unjust!!" Feng Yichen wailed a heart-wrenching cry to the heavens, then turned and sprinted away.

Within the courtyard, the two people were utterly bewildered and confused.

"Does this guy have a screw loose?" Qu Hongling blinked her bright eyes.

Jiang Shouzhong scratched his head and made a wild guess: "No idea, maybe he got into a fight outside and someone knocked his head silly."

...

After a simple breakfast, Jiang Shouzhong and his group headed for the Taoist Ancestor’s tomb at Cold Winter Mountain.

Since it was an absolute forbidden zone of Zhenxuan Mountain, apart from outsiders like Dugu Luoxue and Qu Hongling, everyone else consisted of elders from Zhenxuan Mountain, along with the Sect Leader and Sword Leader.

Looking at the handsome and extraordinary Jiang Shouzhong, the people of Zhenxuan Mountain couldn’t help but feel particularly conflicted.

At first, they had detested and underestimated Jiang Shouzhong, but as he completed the trials of the Nine-layer Sword Storage Tower, no one dared to look down on him anymore.

They grew increasingly worried about the ownership of the Taoist River Map.

Though the Sect Leader kept proclaiming that Jiang Mo was his nephew-disciple, everyone knew just how exaggerated that claim was.

"Master Dugu."

Sect Master Qi stepped forward with a smile to greet Dugu Luoxue and said apologetically, "Indeed, it’s been quite busy these past few days. I hope Master Dugu won’t mind the neglect."

Dugu Luoxue nodded in return and replied, "No matter, as long as you don’t neglect my disciple Jiang Mo."

Her tone carried an underlying message.

If Jiang Mo failed to gain the recognition of the Taoist Ancestor today, as his master, she’d have no choice but to seize it by force.

Sect Master Qi stroked his beard and chuckled, "Everything is dictated by the heavens, not by man."

Dugu Luoxue dismissed his comment with a smile.

Seeing that the woman expressed clear disinterest in continuing the conversation, Sect Master Qi turned to Jiang Shouzhong with his usual friendly tone and said, "Nephew-disciple, your uncle holds you in high regard. Go on."

"Where’s Feng Yichen?"

Jiang Shouzhong glanced around and asked.

Sect Master Qi replied, "He’s already gone ahead."

The old man casually glanced at the captivating and charming Qu Hongling, silently shaking his head.

This disciple of his life seemed destined for misfortune—losing the Taoist Ancestor Sword Manual to another, having the Taoist River Map snatched beforehand, and even the girl he liked being claimed by someone else.

It seemed as though he’d live his whole life in Jiang Mo’s shadow.

All the Sect Master could hope for was that the Taoist Ancestor would offer the child some solace this time.

Jiang Shouzhong nodded, turned to give Dugu Luoxue and Qu Hongling a reassuring glance, and then stepped through the tomb gate.

Watching her lover’s silhouette gradually disappear, Qu Hongling curiously asked, "Sect Master Qi, how long does the Taoist Ancestor’s trial usually take?"

"At least half a day, at most three days."

Sect Master Qi answered with a smile.

"What? That long?" Qu Hongling puffed her pink lips in dissatisfaction, then asked again curiously, "So what exactly constitutes passing the Taoist Ancestor’s trial?"

Sect Master Qi patiently explained, "It’s actually quite simple—if the Taoist Ancestor’s corpse reacts, it counts as a pass. However, since the Taoist River Map is significant this time, the Taoist Ancestor must give a more definitive response. In short, let’s wait patiently; the results will come."

"Make the corpse react?"

Hearing such a bizarre test, Qu Hongling couldn’t help but critique, "You people really love making the Taoist Ancestor revive as a zombie, huh?"

This girl—how could she say such a thing? Reviving as a zombie?

Sect Master Qi’s face twitched a few times, and he couldn’t help but joke, "If Jiang Mo truly has the ability to make the Taoist Ancestor revive, I wouldn’t mind relinquishing my position as Sect Master to him."

...

Jiang Shouzhong passed through a dimly lit corridor and arrived at an ice-cold burial chamber.

The air was beyond frigid, and the bone-chilling cold was palpable even with each breath. Even Jiang Shouzhong, tempered by the Fire Tao Body, couldn’t help but tighten his collar.

The walls of the chamber were covered in talismans,

and at the center was a stone coffin encased in thick ice.

The surface of the coffin was coated in a thin layer of frost, with occasional droplets of melted water slowly sliding along the edges, making fine, clearly audible sounds that stood out in the near-motionless space.

"You’re here."

Feng Yichen was kneeling on a meditation mat before the stone coffin, his expression calm.

Jiang Shouzhong nodded lightly.

Feng Yichen said dismissively, "You shouldn’t have come."

Jiang Shouzhong paused for a moment, staring at the other’s pretentious demeanor, then sneered, "Acting like an idiot. Spill—what’s the trial? Lie inside the coffin?"

On hearing himself called an "idiot," Feng Yichen clenched his fists.

He took a deep breath and said coldly, "Kneel before the Taoist Ancestor like I did. When the Taoist Ancestor shows a sign, it means the trial is completed."

Fearing Jiang Shouzhong might not comprehend, Feng Yichen explained, "As long as the Taoist Ancestor’s corpse moves, it’s considered a success. At that moment, you’ll get a Spirit Talisman on your body."

"Uh, what about making the Taoist Ancestor talk?"

Jiang Shouzhong asked.

Feng Yichen looked up at him, his gaze akin to looking at an idiot: "Can the dead speak?"

Jiang Shouzhong countered with, "Can the dead move?"

"That’s different."

Feng Yichen couldn’t be bothered to argue. Thinking about his goddess being shared with the other man only made him feel more agitated, almost to the point of vomiting blood. "Just kneel before the Taoist Ancestor and get on with it."

"I’m not kneeling."

Jiang Shouzhong plopped onto the meditation mat, "Not my ancestor. I wouldn’t even kneel for an emperor."

Feng Yichen froze, not expecting such defiance from the other.

Still, this worked in his favor—the less reverence shown toward the Taoist Ancestor, the less likely he’d earn recognition.

After all, the revered Taoist Ancestor wouldn’t degrade himself.

Feeling confident, Feng Yichen smirked coldly and said, "Without sincerity, how can you pass the Taoist Ancestor’s trial? No kneeling? Fine, but don’t regret it later."

With that, he closed his eyes and tried to calm his mind.

Jiang Shouzhong mimicked the method he’d once used to communicate with corpses, allowing himself to enter a meditative state.

To be honest, he didn’t think this approach would work.

The previous instance involved conversing with a corpse that had died within seven days. But the Taoist Ancestor had been dead for over six hundred years—if there was still a way to communicate, that’d truly be supernatural.

However, this time, Jiang Shouzhong really did encounter something supernatural.

Not long into his meditation, familiar black liquid inexplicably appeared and spread into every corner, transforming the small space into a void of absolute darkness.

The black liquid, like a tide, gradually engulfed the stone coffin.

Inside the coffin, faint creaking noises began to emerge.

They sounded like rats scurrying.

Detecting the noise, Feng Yichen abruptly opened his eyes and stared at the stone coffin in awe, exclaiming, "Already responding so quickly?"

Then, a horrifying scene unfolded before him.

A skeletal hand slowly rested on the edge of the coffin, followed by half a skeleton gradually sitting up.

"This... this..."

Feng Yichen’s eyes widened in shock, rendered speechless.

In the past, the Taoist Ancestor’s trial typically elicited slight movements in fingers or toes. How was it that the Taoist Ancestor now fully sat up?

"Disciples of Zhenxuan Mountain, step forward. Outsiders, leave."

The Taoist Ancestor’s voice was low and resonant.

Without hesitation, Feng Yichen threw himself before the coffin and exclaimed eagerly, "Taoist Ancestor, I am the disciple of the Sixth Sect Master, Feng Yichen, and I have come for—"

"Annoying. Out with you!"

The Taoist Ancestor swatted Feng Yichen away with a single blow.

Feng Yichen flew backward like a sandbag, hurtling through the corridor and crashing outside the tomb, landing heavily.

The crowd waiting outside was stunned by the spectacle.

"Yichen, why are you out here?"

Sect Master Qi looked puzzled.

Feng Yichen, still dazed and clutching his cheek, answered blankly, "The Taoist Ancestor showed a sign... but he kicked me out."

"..."

The onlookers exchanged bewildered glances.

Sect Master Qi couldn’t help but ask again, "Why did the Taoist Ancestor kick you out?"

Feng Yichen shook his head dumbly: "I don’t know either. He said that disciples of Zhenxuan Mountain should stay, and outsiders should leave. Then he just hit me and sent me flying."

Sect Master Qi’s face contorted.

The old Sect Leader took several deep breaths, forcing a brilliant smile as he stroked his beard and sighed, "This nephew-disciple truly has the same vigor I possessed in my youth—no wonder the Taoist Ancestor holds him in high regard."