chapter 17
Although it stood as a solitary city, it still caused considerable trouble for the Barbarians who sought to invade the Central Plains at the time.
In order to breach this place, they came up with an evil method.
Corpse Refining.
They continuously plundered the lives of villagers along the border, sacrificing more than a thousand lives to refine a Corpse King.
The Corpse King was innately violent, gathering the resentment of over a thousand wrongful deaths into one, transcending the Three Realms, outside the Five Elements, undying and indestructible.
Such evil filth could not be eliminated by a Spirit Binder through ordinary means.
At that time, the Abbot of Baoxiang Temple fought the Corpse King for three nights, both sides suffering heavy injuries. In the end, with the help of a passing Daoist, they managed to successfully seal the Corpse King!
But it was precisely because of this sealing that both Spirit Binders exhausted themselves and died. The Daoist left behind a prophecy: in 300 years, the Corpse King would break free.
Moreover, due to the three hundred years of sealing, the resentment would grow even stronger, and there would no longer be any Spirit Binder in the world capable of restraining the Corpse King.
Yet, in all things, when the extreme is reached, it must reverse; no matter how desperate the situation, there is always a sliver of hope, never an inevitable death.
There will always be a glimmer of life.
And this glimmer of life is the hope to completely resolve the Corpse King.
The Daoist prophesied that three hundred years later, a Spirit Binder with the complete inheritance of the master would arrive here.
And he would be the only Child of Prophecy in this world capable of resolving the Corpse King.
This Corpse King is now sealed beneath Baoxiang Temple.
Behind the stone door before them.
Child of Prophecy? Me?
Hearing the Old Monk’s story, Li Yi shook his head inwardly.
He could be certain that he was definitely not the Child of Prophecy spoken of by the old Daoist back then.
Because he was not a native of this world, but a transmigrator from another world.
When the old Daoist left the prophecy, he was still living an ordinary life in another world. How could he have entered the Daoist’s divination?
If the Daoist truly had the ability to prophesy about someone from another world, how could he have died so easily at the hands of the Corpse King?
“The master’s prophecy also said that whoever can pull out the Corpse Suppressing Sword that seals the Corpse King is the true Child of Prophecy.”
As if to make his words more convincing, the Old Monk gritted his teeth and revealed another secret.
It turned out that the old Daoist not only prophesied that the Corpse King would break free in three hundred years,
He even foretold the process by which the Corpse King would escape.
It would be the Child of Prophecy who personally undoes the Corpse King’s seal, and he would also be the one to resolve the Corpse King.
“The Corpse Suppressing Sword can suppress any evil filth, but there is one limitation.
That is, it must pierce the target to be effective.”
“And once the Corpse Suppressing Sword is pulled out, the evil will also break free.”
“Then if you just watch over this chamber and don’t let anyone else discover it, wouldn’t the Corpse King have no chance of escaping?”
Li Yi smiled and shook his head, turning to leave.
To pull out the Corpse Suppressing Sword, let the terrifying Corpse King break free, and then risk his life to eliminate the Corpse King?
He wasn’t a fool.
“Old Monk, I’m not the one you’re waiting for. As for the Corpse Suppressing Sword, you’d better wait for someone else to take it.”
Li Yi’s figure grew more distant, his voice echoing from afar.
But the Old Monk’s gaze became even more resolute-he was convinced that Li Yi was the Child of Prophecy spoken of by the master.
Regarding the prophecy, the Old Monk had actually concealed something: the Child of Prophecy would visit Baoxiang Temple three times in total.
At the Spirit Bureau, due to last night’s incident, all the Spirit Binders in Shen City had gathered together.
Someone mentioned Li Yi, who had acted the night before.
“Are you certain that the young man who acted last night summoned thunder from above?”
The director of the Spirit Bureau spoke with astonishment-such an extraordinary person had appeared in Shen City.
“That’s right, we saw it with our own eyes. The technique he used was the authentic Five Thunders Technique.”
“The Five Thunders Technique? That sounds like the legacy of the Mount Longhu lineage. Could he be a disciple of Mount Longhu?” someone ventured.
“Impossible. When the report was sent yesterday, Mount Longhu reacted very strongly, even repeatedly asking us about the reliability of the incident.”
The suggestion was immediately dismissed.
“In fact, there are rumors that Master Chen from Mount Longhu has already descended the mountain and is coming to Shen City to investigate.”
Some well-informed Spirit Binders wore looks of regret.
Mount Longhu’s reaction made it clear that this mysterious person was not a disciple of Mount Longhu at all.
Someone not belonging to Mount Longhu yet mastering its techniques-the consequences are easy to imagine.
Master Chen’s descent means he intends to clean house.
“That’s truly a pity. We originally wanted to recruit Li Yi into the Spirit Bureau as an External Member. With such skills, it’s a shame for him to die at the hands of his own kind,” a Spirit Binder said regretfully.
With Master Chen already on his way, Li Yi’s fate was all but sealed. As one of the strongest Spirit Binders in the world, Master Chen’s strength was beyond question.
No matter how gifted Li Yi was, he could never be a match for Master Chen.
No matter how talented, if one cannot grow, they are destined to return to dust in the end.
“If Master Chen is going to act against Li Yi, should we…”
A voice rang out, and at once everyone in the meeting room began to scheme.
If they could kill Li Yi before Master Chen arrived in Shen City, could they perhaps gain the master’s favor?
To have Master Chen owe them a favor-the value of that was immeasurable.
And the price would simply be the life of a Rogue Cultivator who had nothing to do with them.
“No, I don’t agree with what you’re suggesting.”
Seeing the greedy glint in everyone’s eyes, Wu Qian slammed the table and stood up angrily.
“He’s also a hero who protected the city. Why should we treat him like this?”
Wu Qian recalled the imposing figure who had stood before them, and then looked at her greedy, insatiable colleagues, her brows furrowing.
“You should remember, if he hadn’t acted last night, the losses to Shen City would have been far greater.”
With that, Wu Qian strode out in her black boots, furious.
After leaving the office, Li Yi’s confident smile appeared in her mind again.
She quietly clenched her fist.
There is justice in this world.
“The five-star red flag flutters in the wind, the song of victory is being sung…”
After leaving Baoxiang Temple, Li Yi vanquished a few more reckless ghosts on the road, humming a tune as he returned to his apartment.
Today’s harvest was decent; he’d earned a few hundred Skill Points, all of which he allocated to the Golden Light Incantation.
The Golden Light Incantation could be used for both offense and defense. Alongside the Yin-Yang Five Thunders Technique, it was one of Mount Longhu’s supreme legacies, and its power was equally formidable.
Most importantly, just like the Thunder Technique, it had one word to describe it-cool.
Perfect for showing off.
He opened the door, and a gust of cold wind swept in.
Li Yi rubbed his eyes, his hair standing on end.
He… why is he here!