Killing Dao Fruit
Chapter 747 - 608: Returning to Old Trades, Li代桃僵_2

Chapter 747: Chapter 608: Returning to Old Trades, Li代桃僵_2

"Those who achieve great things do not fuss over the small details; for today’s plan, this was the only option,"

He held his breath again, listening intently to the sounds outside the window to ensure that no one approached in the short term.

Casually discarding the "Qin Record" which he used as a guise, he carefully retrieved another unmarked scroll from his bosom.

As he slowly unrolled it, to his surprise, it revealed one colorful painting after another of naked men and women indulging in pleasures.

— A scroll of Erotic Paintings!

"Corpses" during the fasting period could only eat vegetables and drink water, strictly forbidden from all meat, alcohol, and sexual content, for violating the Taboo could easily infuriate the Ancestors and refuse communication.

There was also a definite possibility it could lead to even direr consequences.

The Zhao Clan encouraged fertility; such erotic paintings were plentiful in the clan. Previously disdainful, Ying Buqu now, desperate to survive, could no longer afford to be selective.

Spending a lifetime confined in a tomb certainly limited his exposure, yet even with merely his wit, he could easily sense the unusual nature of this Corpse Sacrifice.

Doing something was a hundred times better than sitting idly, waiting for death.

The situation could hardly become more perilous.

Ying Buqu scrutinized the vivid Erotic Paintings twice, still finding them insufficiently profane.

Just as Ying Buqu stared at the Erotic Paintings and swallowed, his exceedingly agile right hand reached down into his trousers.

"Ahem."

Suddenly, a soft cough sounded from behind.

In the utterly empty and silent side hall, it was like a thunderclap.

It made the hair on his back stand on end, and he turned around abruptly.

The scroll of "Erotic Paintings" slipped from his hands and fell to the ground, unrolling along the floor of the hall to reveal a fiery, nearly ten-foot-long scroll.

And more fiery yet was Ying Buqu’s normally stern face.

Seeing the figure of a "young Palace Maid" appearing ghostlike behind him, his face first turned an excessively frightened pale, then flushed with utmost shame.

He very stiffly withdrew his right hand from his trousers.

The large joints of his fingers cracked loudly, and a beast-like fierce killing intent suddenly burst forth, filling the entire side hall in an instant.

His eyes flickered menacingly, clearly pondering whether or not to kill to silence her!

Being a corpse might lead to death, but possibly not.

But if today’s events were to get out, even if he survived the Corpse Sacrifice, he was essentially already dead.

Dead completely!

After a long while, Ying Buqu sighed deeply, contained his urge to kill, and squatted down to pick up the scroll.

Towards the Palace Maid, who looked as if she were scared stiff, standing dumbfounded in place, he weakly waved his hand:

"Forget it, just go."

"You should be very clear about the palace laws in Efang Palace; no matter what you saw just now, don’t speak recklessly to anyone.

If you speak out, I might not be harmed, but you will certainly face lethal retribution!"

He had just started rolling up the scroll when he suddenly stiffened as if he had just thought of something.

Plop plop...

Beads of sweat the size of beans dripped from his forehead to the floor.

Because at that moment he was shocked to realize:

Before the Palace Maid coughed softly, despite being a Military Leader with peak Military Skill Cultivation, he had not sensed her presence at all!

She had no breath, no heartbeat, no scent... as if she were a completely nonexistent phantom.

Even now, if he didn’t look down at her, he still couldn’t sense the existence of any other living person in the hall besides himself.

A formidable opponent!

The only reason he couldn’t detect her was likely because her realm was far beyond his own.

Furthermore, in the tomb of the Great Qin Empire, there certainly were no female Martial Saints, which immediately made the identity of this "Palace Maid" quite apparent.

"Outsider! Tomb Robber! Even a terrifying Weird!"

Ying Buqu was no fool and guessed the truth immediately.

Slowly lifting his head, he saw the Palace Maid sitting casually like a master on a low stool, looking at him with great interest.

"Just now, your Good Heart saved your life.

If you dared to attack me, you would have been dead by now."

"Rarely, in this Ancestor Dragon’s Imperial Mausoleum, one sees someone who has accumulated as much as one hundred thousand Yin Morality.

Enough to meet the threshold to join the Nine Soldiers and claim a position of an Immortal Official."

"There’s an old saying in Divine Land that goes, ’A wise man submits to circumstances.’ I like dealing with clever people.

Since you are the ’corpse’ in this Corpse Sacrifice, how about doing me a small favor?"

Wang Yuan had indeed planned something for this ritual.

Since even those Official Qin, Palace Attendants did not kill, they certainly wouldn’t directly kill this "Corpse".

He was just another pitiable person with a fate resembling my own.

I was made to be a Corpse, because of the Wang Family’s greed; he was made to be a Corpse, because of the jealousy of the Zhao Clan.

If I did not intervene, this descendant of Emperor Shi would inevitably meet a fate no better than mine when I was first made a "Corpse".

I might still have the ability to resist, but once he fell into Emperor Shi’s hands, his death was certain!

Taking the initiative to touch iron also violates taboos the same way.

After all, no matter if the ancestor is a Ghost or Weird, the only way for the "Corpse" to have a hundred percent chance of survival is to quickly make a great escape.

Only someone who sympathizes with his misery could most deeply understand the desperation of his current situation.

More importantly, not having indiscriminately killed anyone even in this nearly insane situation is indeed quite rare.

Wang Yuan saw him staring blankly without snapping back to reality, so he repeated himself:

"Emperor Shi might be the Eternal Emperor who contributed greatly to the civilization of the Divine Land, but he is definitely not a good person.

If you want to live, it’s best not to harbor any false hopes."

As soon as he had spoken, he saw Ying Buqu suddenly straighten his back on the ground, righteously shouting:

"Kill or slice as you wish! I, Ying Buqu, will not betray my ancestors!"

His words, along with his upright face, truly bore the semblance of a man of iron will.

Wang Yuan glanced at him oddly.

"Whether you betray them or not, can you first stop kneeling and stand up to speak properly?"

"No, I am not kneeling; I just find it more convenient to talk to you in this way."

Ying Buqu lifted his head at a forty-five-degree angle to look up at Wang Yuan, genuinely feeling that this angle was just right.

In his mind, however:

’With such strong tactics from him, rather than resisting, it’s better to voluntarily adapt to his shape; surviving is more important than anything.

I have gotten through so many years of breeding pigs, what else is there to not be open-minded about?

Moreover, I really do not want to die!’

The false [Undying Martial Art]: flexible flesh and limbs.

The true [Undying Martial Art]: flexible moral baseline!

Hearing his words, Wang Yuan showed a trace of admiration in his eyes, thinking truly a hero, this practicality without any hesitance.

He stepped forward and patted Ying Buqu on the shoulder.

"Alright, the difference in our realms is too vast, I have already heard everything on your mind.

If this deal goes smoothly, naturally everything is finished.

But if the action goes well, I indeed can offer you a chance to fulfill your ambitions in the Great Thousand World."

In the past, Wang Xiaoyuan struggled to survive, always relying on himself.

Now that Ying Buqu showed great ambition, he didn’t mind at all saving this life, and casually granting him some favor.

A Magician’s cultivation is about following Precepts and Taboos, balancing Heavenly Spirit, Earth Spirit Qi,

from a nameless nobody, rapidly grown to now a Sage of Dharma Image.

Still retaining a Good Heart, without stooping to achieve ends by any means necessary.

Of course, Old Master Wang, while doing good deeds, also never forgot to incidentally (primarily) scoop up a bit of profit for himself.

After a short while.

Thud! Thud! Thud!...

"Teacher above, please accept your student’s bow!"

This "Corpse," who should have become a carrier for his ancestor’s will, paid three bows and nine prostrations to Yin Mountain Taoist Master Old Master Wang, establishing their master-disciple relationship.

In the future, regardless of what high ranks might be conferred on Ying Buqu named "Corpse," he was destined to always be a whole generation shorter than his master.

Just like The Three Pure Ones, what does it matter if they are authentic successors of Pangu?

Once they set a relationship with Ancestor Hongjun, the latter is undoubtedly the Primordial Dao Ancestor.

Mysterious Vault God could not escape conventions either.

Wang Yuan casually took a drop of blood from his fourth disciple Ying Buqu and threw him and his Erotic Paintings into the [Three Realms Beyond].

He himself then executed the [Painted Skin Ghost]’s [Innate Divine Ability·Faceless Ghost King], with that drop of blood as a bond, transformed in a flicker, and completely replaced the "Corpse" from its root.

"In this world, no one understands being a ’Corpse’ better than I do."

Sitting back down at Ying Buqu’s desk, he closed his eyes, seizing the time to further contemplate the incomplete [Imperial Decree Twelve Laws] in his hands.

A night without words.

By the time he opened his eyes again, it was the next day’s Corpse Sacrifice ceremony.