Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 1296: Chapter 842: Ghost Soldiers and Corpse Ghosts

"These past few days, I’ve been feeling a bit uneasy at heart!"

"Uneasy?" Shengyuan looked at him oddly.

"Yes, very uneasy, as if some disaster is looming!" Shi Pingshan said solemnly.

For a Martial God level expert, having a foreboding sense isn’t unfounded.

Though they can’t predict the future, sometimes they can sense danger ahead of time.

The usually casual Shengyuan turned serious upon hearing this.

"Could it be that our ancestor is in danger on his trip? It shouldn’t be, the Nether Prison Sect shouldn’t be waging war with us at this time!"

Shengyuan’s first thought was whether Master Yuqian, who went to the Ancient Relic Array, might be in danger, but after thinking it over, he believed Master Yuqian wouldn’t be endangered.

Not to mention whether the Nether Prison Sect would ignite war again, the fact that there were ten Martial God level experts heading to the Ancient Relic Array means that even if a fight breaks out, Master Yuqian’s prowess should be enough to ensure his survival.

Shi Pingshan furrowed his brow deeply, "I don’t know either, I just feel something significant is about to unfold!"

Shengyuan stood up, tidied his disheveled clothes, and donned his cloak.

"Uncle, there’s no need to worry too much. Even if a disaster is to befall us, we can just adapt to whatever comes our way! Overthinking not only brings no benefit but also disturbs your mental state!"

Although he seemed nonchalant, it didn’t mean he lacked ideas.

He just followed a mindset of following one’s heart and going with the flow. To him, martial arts was like this, so was life.

"I’ll accompany you for a walk, Uncle!"

With that, he headed towards the door, and Shi Pingshan, unable to figure it out, followed Shengyuan out of Lingyun Residence.

The two strolled through Cloud Abyss Valley, admiring the picturesque scenery and watching the young, energetic younger generations; soon, Shi Pingshan’s agitated mood began to calm significantly.

What they were unaware of was that at that very moment, Mo Xuanyu had already arrived not far from Cloud Abyss Valley with his subordinates.

The vast Yun Xiao mountains provided them with the perfect cover. With over thirty people entering the mountains, it was extremely easy to hide their tracks.

On the lofty mountain peaks, Mo Xuanyu was cloaked in black robes, revealing only a pair of mocking eyes.

"The Beishi family, haha, it’s said that the Master’s family’s history is even longer than the Xuanqing Sect’s, who knows if it’s true!" he chuckled lightly.

"It should be false; the Xuanqing Sect’s heritage dates back three thousand years, bestowed by the Heavenly Sword True Monarch from Hidden Sword Mountain, while the Beishi family rose eight hundred years ago. It’s said the first Family Head of the Master family established it after joining the Xuanqing Sect." An old man with a rosy face and white hair spoke.

This was none other than the Lian family’s ancestor, who never seemingly died of old age.

His state at this time was very peculiar; outwardly, he appeared decades younger, free from any decay, but if one sensed carefully, they would detect an extremely chilling aura emanating from him.

An eerie, sinister aura filled with a stench of blood.

"Doesn’t matter how long their heritage is, just wipe them out!" Xuanzhen glanced at the Lian family’s ancestor, speaking irritably.

"Haha, that’s right, doesn’t matter how long their heritage is, just wipe them out!" Mo Xuanyu laughed heartily.

The Lian family’s ancestor looked at Xuanzhen, sensing the displeasure in Xuanzhen’s tone towards him, but he ultimately dared not argue with Xuanzhen, for Xuanzhen was an Immortal Cultivator, while he was just a Martial Cultivator.

Moreover, this Martial Cultivator had been refined into a Blood Puppet.

The Yin Ghost Department had two methods to refine Ghost Soldiers: one was to plant a restriction in the Divine Soul to control others, and the second was to refine the person into a Blood Puppet, soak them in the Blood Pool, and then plant a Corpse Puppet Talisman.

Xuanzhen belonged to the first type, thus he was a Ghost Soldier under Mo Xuanyu’s command.

The Lian family’s ancestor belonged to the second type, thus he was Mo Xuanyu’s Corpse Ghost.

In other words, the Lian family’s ancestor was actually already dead, only refined into a Blood Puppet by Mo Xuanyu’s special technique, while still retaining his consciousness.

The difference between Ghost Soldiers and Corpse Ghosts was clear as well, as removing the restriction from the Divine Soul would free one from Mo Xuanyu’s control, while becoming a Corpse Ghost was irreversible; even if Mo Xuanyu died, the Lian family ancestor would remain a Corpse Ghost.

The reason for this difference also lay in the disparity between Immortal Cultivators and Martial Artists.

The Corpse Puppet Talisman could control Martial Artists but couldn’t control Immortal Cultivators; Immortal Cultivators had stronger Divine Souls, requiring a restriction planted within the soul for control.

Xuanzhen watched Mo Xuanyu laughing, with deep-seated resentment in his eyes.

"Just wait, one day I’ll make you into a Corpse Ghost, so you can experience what it’s like to be controlled."

The petty-minded old Taoist had his grievances again, wishing he could turn Mo Xuanyu into a Corpse Ghost right then.

Luckily, he wasn’t the impulsive type, merely entertaining the thought without any real intent to act.

As night fell, Cloud Abyss Valley remained peaceful and serene.

Mo Xuanyu and his group quietly moved towards Cloud Abyss Valley under the cold moonlight, with Xuanzhen following behind, his Spiritual Sense released, constantly observing the surroundings.

"No need to be so nervous, the Beishi family’s power can’t possibly stop us!" Mo Xuanyu sensed Xuanzhen’s Spiritual Sense and mistook it for Xuanzhen being anxious about the night’s operation.

Xuanzhen calmly remarked, "A little caution never hurts."

Mo Xuanyu, hearing this, had nothing further to say.

Though Xuanzhen was his controlled Ghost Soldier, Xuanzhen had his own thoughts, and was no different from an ordinary person as long as Mo Xuanyu didn’t use controlling spells.