The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 1277 - 546: Returning to Mortality, The Fallen Kuijin Realm_2

Chapter 1277: Chapter 546: Returning to Mortality, The Fallen Kuijin Realm_2

In a mansion, Wang Tong’s face revealed a ferocious expression, "That old bastard had no decency, despite us treating him like a father for so many years. And after his death... not leaving us any inheritance?"

Xu Jiaoyun nodded in agreement, "Do you think Master might have left everything to Zhao Yan, that kid?"

Wang Tong, Xu Jiaoyun, and Zhao Yan were all residents of Yunxue City and all were orphans.

Thirty years ago, a white-haired young man came to Yunxue City and adopted the three of them, raising them to adulthood.

Not long ago, the white-haired man had died of old age.

Regarding this Master, Wang Tong and Xu Jiaoyun were quite fearful.

After all, maintaining a youthful appearance for thirty years, it was clear he was a Soldier Commander.

How could such a Soldier Commander not have any inheritance?

Regrettably, they had turned the old man’s mansion upside down, but had found nothing of high value.

Xu Jiaoyun couldn’t help but let her gaze fall on Master’s last disciple, Zhao Yan.

"Master was buried by him, so it’s indeed possible he was given something... It’s also possible..." A murderous intent flashed in Wang Tong’s eyes, "that the items are in the old man’s coffin!"

"Hmph, Zhao Yan has repeatedly prevented us from opening the coffin, he is truly courting death. He should be given a ’biogong’ and sent to the Rebirth Institute!" Xu Jiaoyun said viciously.

’Biogong,’ according to the language of Blue Star, refers to a woman’s womb.

In Yunxue City, there was a mysterious Deceit Institute called the Rebirth Institute.

The Rebirth Institute would take in young women all year round, specifically for breeding, propagation of the human race... or cultivating Strange Spirits.

Each year, numerous innocent women were sent into the Rebirth Institute.

Of course, in addition to women, some men were sent as well.

Using malicious methods, men were transformed, implanted with ’biogong,’ and sent to the Rebirth Institute.

"If he prevents us again this time, I’ll contact the Blood Tiger Gang and have them send him there!" Wang Tong affirmed Xu Jiaoyun’s words.

In Yunxue City, the highest are those transformed into Strange Spirits, the Thornblood.

Next are the Aristocrats, then Officialdom.

Below them are the various gang organizations.

As for the ordinary citizens, they are bred within enclosures, and every year, suitable men and women are selected to be sent to the Rebirth Institute.

"The Blood Tiger Gang has not given us much time, we must dig up the old man’s grave tonight!" Wang Tong declared.

He had joined the Blood Tiger Gang, becoming a member of the gang.

To climb up the ranks, he had to offer up some treasures.

At that moment, a lean and fierce man entered, his eyes revealing an ambiguous expression as he looked at Xu Jiaoyun.

He walked into the room and casually slapped Xu Jiaoyun’s buttocks, obviously very familiar.

"I just saw Zhao Yan heading towards Purple Dawn Forest," said the short and fierce man, a member of the Blood Tiger Gang and one of Xu Jiaoyun’s lovers.

"Darn it, this guy is preventing us from digging the grave, probably planning to keep all of Master’s treasures for himself!" Wang Tong said angrily.

Xu Jiaoyun quickly stood up, "We have to stop him!"

"Don’t worry, I have two brothers who have already followed him. If he thinks he can leave with the treasures, he’s dreaming," the short and fierce man declared.

Xu Jiaoyun gave him a seductive glance.

The three of them quickly headed towards Purple Dawn Forest.

Their Master was buried in Purple Dawn Forest.

Meanwhile, in the sky above, the cold moonlight mingled with bloody hues, the land painted a bloody red, vast and clear.

Zhao Yan, with a handsome face, was deeply troubled and hurried in his steps.

"Have they no humanity left? If it wasn’t for Master taking them in, they would have died of starvation long ago!"

Zhao Yan’s heart was filled with sadness and indignation.

Towards his Master, he held respect and treated him like a father.

Yet, upon Master’s death, the other two disciples were heartless, coveting Master’s inheritance.

His steps were swift as he headed towards Purple Dawn Forest.

About an hour later, Zhao Yan arrived at Purple Dawn Forest.

The forest was teeming with shadows, many violet bamboo stood tall, and graves were scattered everywhere.

The night was pitch-black, with red light casting eerie shadows on the tombstones.

Even Zhao Yan, preoccupied with his thoughts, felt that Purple Dawn Forest was frightening.

"I must move Master’s grave to another place, otherwise, with Wang Tong and Xu Jiaoyun’s character, they will surely desecrate Master’s remains!" Zhao Yan contemplated this in his mind.

Wang Tong and Xu Jiaoyun, having failed to find the inheritance in Master’s coffin, would certainly dissect Master’s body to see if anything was hidden within.

Such defilement was unbearable for Zhao Yan to witness.

With a hoe and a shovel in hand, he quickened his pace.

Soon, Zhao Yan reached the familiar grave.

The grave was still new, appearing to have been buried not long ago.

Seeing Master’s grave, Zhao Yan couldn’t help but feel a surge of grief.

"Master, your disciple has offended."

Zhao Yan knelt on the ground and bowed his head, then picked up the hoe to begin digging, and with the shovel, he cast soil aside.

Under the crimson night sky, Zhao Yan dug at the grave, soon drenched in sweat.

Although he practiced cultivation and had a cultivation level, it was meager.

Thornblood also controlled the lower-class citizens, granting them some martial prowess, but never too strong.

To improve one’s cultivation level, one would first have to register with Thornblood and obtain eligibility.

Before long, the soil was unearthed, revealing a red coffin.

Zhao Yan’s heart was tense as he repeated, "Master, I have offended!"

He prepared to go down and pry out the nails sealing the coffin.

However, just then, footsteps sounded.

A mocking voice came through.

"Zhao Yan, weren’t you the one who respected Master the most? How come after Master’s death, you’re ready to dig up his grave in search of treasures?"

A group of five approached, with Wang Tong at the forefront, his eyes filled with mockery.

Zhao Yan’s expression stiffened, his face flushing red, "I didn’t... I’m digging up Master’s grave to prevent you from defiling his body!"