Killing Dao Fruit
Chapter 92 - 90 Stirring the Pond, Watching the Turbulence (Please Subscribe)

Chapter 92: Chapter 90 Stirring the Pond, Watching the Turbulence (Please Subscribe)

In the Hall of Enjoyment, where the yellow curtains fluttered gently.

Luoyang King Zhou Wenye was unaware of the impending catastrophe looming overhead, as he gazed quietly at the portrait of the seated Yili King hung behind the divine altar.

This ancestor of the Yi lineage appeared deceptively young, having died at just twenty-six due to excessive indulgence.

However,

it seemed as though temperament could indeed be inferred from one’s appearance; even through the portrait, one could distinctly sense the Yili King’s past tyranny and grimness.

Zhou Wenye silently shook his head:

"Zhou Yi, Zhou Yi, with such a great opportunity in your hands, you failed to achieve anything notable even after two hundred years.

Apart from tyranny, arrogance, and shamelessness, how were you any different from trash?

If I had been born two hundred years earlier and possessed your great fortune, by now I would likely have already ascended to immortality and become an ancestor."

Although he only enjoyed the throne due to his status as a descendant, Zhou Wenye was full of disdain for this old forefather.

As the most beloved youngest son of the Ancestor, he was appointed Yili King at the mere age of three.

The realm ruled by the Yifan was no other than Luoyang, one of the top ten cities in the world, where only a few among all the Ancestor’s twenty-five sons could compare in terms of glory and favor.

Such was the degree of his honor and privilege.

Yet, at the age of ten, after his mother Consort Li of Ge was buried alive with the Ancestor, his personality underwent a drastic change overnight—becoming tyrannical, bloodthirsty, and debauched...

Until his death at twenty-six, he hardly did anything upright.

No, there was still one thing.

Zhou Wenye’s eyes sparkled as he looked at the spiritual tablet enshrined within the hall, inscribed with the Yifan founder’s birth time and date.

But to anyone with a minimal understanding of physiognomy and divination, it was clear that this life chart was not "Owl God Snatching Food Formation" but rather "Rolling Wave Peach Blossom Formation"!

Life reading: When the stems and branches in the four pillars combine to form a clash, it’s often due to lust that one loses their life; if it coincides with Yang Blade and Seven Killings, one is destined to walk the Netherworld Road.

Most with such a formation live in wanton indulgence, harming oneself through sensual pleasures.

Moreover, this birth time had been engraved before Zhou Yi’s death, and everyone—from the palace, Divine Palace Supervisor, Imperial Observatory Bureau, to the Ancestral Affairs Office—knew about it.

So, why would one have two different life charts?

There is only one answer: Zhou Yi’s innate life chart was altered after birth!

This was not beyond reason.

After all, as the Ancestor’s youngest son, one of the most revered figures in the Great Yan Dynasty.

If he had been born with the "Owl God Snatching Food Formation" that would doom his parents, the Imperial Observatory Bureau would have noticed it immediately, and he might not have been allowed to grow up safely.

As a descendant, Zhou Wenye guessed that Zhou Yi must have harbored resentment in his heart for the Ancestor and the entire dynasty he left behind, after his mother was made to follow the Ancestor in death.

He then used the treasure to change his own fate, turning himself into a great calamity perched atop Beimang Mountain after his death!

Perhaps harboring some delusions of shaking the very source of the Dragon Energy of the Yan Han lineage.

Thus, with this living example before him, how could Zhou Wenye not be covetous of that very treasure?

"You were full of sins in life, and even in death, you have devoured the eight counties of Beimang Mountain for two hundred years.

After today, go and rest in peace.

Once I obtain the Immortality Wine, I will be able to live forever. With that treasure, I will then change my own fate to that of the Emperor’s and rule over the Great Yan for thousands of generations! Hahaha..."

Zhou Wenye was highly satisfied with his skill at killing by proxy.

The evil consequences would be borne by the Tomb Guardians, and the Owl God Tomb would suffer a heavy blow.

Now, with all the Tomb Guardians gathered at Bird Beak Slope, and as long as those who took the "life-saving money" hadn’t all perished, this "weird" power couldn’t hurt him in the slightest.

He just had to make his move and pluck the ripe fruit from within the Owl God Tomb.

However,

Crack—!

A sound of something shattering suddenly echoed in his ears, followed by an inexplicable sense of dread that rapidly spread across Bird Beak Slope.

If the Tomb Guardians merely felt apprehensive, then these descendants of the Yili King were trembling from the depths of their hearts.

It was as if they had been blindfolded and led to the edge of a beast cage, only an arm’s length away from a ravenous man-eating creature!

"What... what has happened?"

Zhou Wenye turned his head to see his eldest son, who was disguised as a "corpse", his eyes suddenly turning into indifferent golden bird-like pupils.

...

At the northeastern corner of the royal mausoleum,

a small cross courtyard concealed an ancient well.

Someone had deceived heaven itself, setting up a Dharma Altar made of yellow earth in front of the well.

Old Taoist Ge, who seemed to have recovered to normality, wearing an apricot-yellow Taoist robe, burned a talisman at the mouth of the well.

He took out a rope braided from the hair of the Yi King descendants, tied to it a hook made of locust wood upon which he had sincerely prayed for seven days, and tossed it into the dark abyss of the ancient well.

When the Owl God Tomb responded to the sacrificial dance of its descendants and opened its tomb to enjoy the sacrifices,

an invisible force began to pull.

While one end of the rope took the opportunity to hook the "medicine bait" that had already been swallowed by the Owl God Tomb, the other end was tied to the thousands of Yi King descendants performing the sacrificial dance.

The improved Tomb Raiding Technique had three steps. First: administer the medicine bait, to cloud its spirit; second: breach the accompanying tombs, to remove its power; third: establish the Dharma Altar, to steal its fortune.

All the preceding plans were for seizing the moment during the grand ceremony, to fish out the two treasures from the gravely wounded Owl God Tomb using the already devoured "medicine bait"!

As Master Ge was casting, only the Big Green Donkey, who had returned to human form, the Ma Brothers, Lang Qi, a group of Fungal Corpses, and several other guards were by his side, while Wang Yunhu had also quietly arrived at the scene.

He was most eager for the cup of Immortality Wine that had long been promised to him; for that wine, he and the Wang Clan had truly paid far too much.

Even though there had been unexplained deaths every day for the last ten days, Wang Yunhu had not gone to trouble Old Taoist Ge.

Although he himself had some suspicions, wondering if the old Taoist was using his own people to practice some evil technique.

At this moment, seeing Old Taoist Ge seated on the Dharma Altar with an air of calm composure, he couldn’t help but frown and ask:

"Master Ge, didn’t you say that in addition to Lady Peach Fairy, you had specially prepared a superior ’elixir’? Why have we not seen a trace of it so far?"

Old Taoist Ge lifted his eyes to glance at him, and said indifferently:

"No hurry, no hurry. That elixir is right now within the Royal Mausoleum, surely it can’t escape."

Then, he turned his head and continued to stare intently at the well opening in the pitch-black darkness that was gradually emitting white mist, a fiery light gleaming in his eyes as he murmured:

"Heavenly Book! Small Book of Life and Death! My great path!"

Clearly, even if "stealing luck" was his goal, his first target would be the legendary Small Book of Life and Death, not the temporarily useless Immortality Wine to him.

Just then, the bronze music outside the courtyard suddenly intensified.

The rope made from the hair of the Yi King Descendants immediately tightened, and Master Ge’s face lit up with joy.

Even though those around him were utterly jinxed, he felt his own fortune had been supremely auspicious as of late.

"Pull! Pull quickly!"

At his command, everyone alongside him seized the rope.

However, the next instant—

Crack—!

With a crisp snap by their ears, they felt the strength on the other end of the rope suddenly increase countless times.

Wang Yunhu, the current Wang Clan Leader, was the first to grasp what had just happened and immediately changed color:

"The ’Golden Cage Prison Bird Formation’ has been broken? Who? How is that possible?!"

Following that, an extremely ferocious cry of a bird suddenly exploded.

Afterward, the sounds of a chanting that was as agitated as autumn winds, as frost, and as the wailing of birds echoed throughout the entire Bird Beak Slope.

"Three Gods of the Plain Owl, commanding the Kui Dragon. The Mighty Sword God King, slaying evil and erasing tracks. Purple Qi Rides the Sky, danxia striking vehemently..."

Above their heads, rolling dark clouds suddenly converged, but only above the small area of Bird Beak Slope.

The grand ritual interrupted, everyone’s complexion changed.

"What’s going on?!"

"Mama mia, the ancestors have manifested, run for it!"

"..."

But what was even more terrifying was—

As the chanting began, everyone currently on Bird Beak Slope—

From the Zhou Family offspring who lorded around using their royal lineage, to the house servants of the Prince Mansion who committed heinous crimes, and the Tomb Guardians huddled together like quails, were all rendered unable to move.

On the mountain top, Wang Yuan, Huang Wu, and Lady Peach Fairy, standing behind a circle of locust stakes, witnessed all of this.

"If we were to wait until the grand sacrifice in two hundred years, when the Yili King’s fortune would dissipate, the ’Golden Cage Prison Bird Formation’ would naturally become irrelevant.

But authority unused expires. Although it’s just a day early, it has given the Owl God Tomb a chance to struggle in its death throes.

The charging Wang Yunhu, Old Taoist Ge, and Zhou Wenye, the Luoyang King who harbors ulterior motives, all of you please enjoy the warm reception from the Yili King.

Locked together, no one can run away. Only then can we have a real fight to the death."

Wang Yuan had broken the "Owl God Snatching Food Formation," opened the "Golden Cage Prison Bird Formation," but also modified the array foundation originally used for "tomb raiding" on the outskirts of Bird Beak Slope.

As a result, the "Owl God Snatching Food" formation, which was initially designed to cover Beimang Mountain and the eight surrounding counties, shrank instantly to encompass only Bird Beak Slope.

It was as if, just when everyone was "bitten," Wang Yuan hurriedly came over and... gave them all a vicious kick from behind.

Shriek—!

In front of Wang Yuan, the giant vulture wrapped in decaying copper bells reappeared above the Royal Mausoleum.

With a lament like a blood-crying high-pitched bird call, the on its body dissolved, and it lowered its head to fiercely inhale towards Bird Beak Slope.

The rope that was originally meant for "stealing luck" was suddenly pulled into the tomb in the opposite direction, along with all the people whose vital energy it tethered, none escaping.

In the blink of an eye, atop Bird Beak Slope, inside and outside the Royal Mausoleum, thousands of people instantly disappeared without a trace.

"A great success!"

Although Wang Yuan’s side was the weakest in strength, and the only notable ones he had were Lady Peach Fairy, the Red Seal Mage, and Wang Yuan, the Daoist Soldier, along with a little girl ghost who had just finished Refining Form.

Yet from light to dark, continuously gathering strength, they ultimately became the darkest manipulator behind the scenes.

Crafty hands, even craftier heart.

Stirring the water, watching the wind rise and clouds churn! In one stroke, he pitifully trapped everyone!

Wang Yuan stood under a shaded pavilion, chuckling softly:

"It’s so rare for Beimang Mountain to be this clean.

Now it’s noon, and according to Grandfather’s hints, after another six hours when almost everyone is dead, I’ll go into the tomb to pick peaches.

You two reserved ’elixirs’ mustn’t keep delivering yourselves. Stay outside and be ready to back me up at any time.

By midnight tonight, everything should be settled!"