Chapter 2603 - 2601: Violence at the Mausoleum

Chapter 2603: Chapter 2601: Violence at the Mausoleum

Wu Song frowned upon hearing this, not expecting Ximen Qing to have such prestige at Yang Valley Pass.

Wuu Yong was not surprised, as Rejuvenation Hall took advantage of the epidemic to win people’s hearts.

Even if they know Ximen Qing has issues, without evidence, they can do nothing against him.

Ximen Qing knew this well, which is why he dared to come and even report his name.

An Daoquan confidently raised his hand and said, "If Young Master Ximen has a solution, then try it at the back!"

Ximen Qing asked, "May I know who this gentleman is?"

Wu Song introduced, "This is the doctor we invited from the Capital City, and he was the last to treat my elder brother!"

Ximen Qing nodded, "So I met a colleague, please forgive me."

He walked over and checked the pulse of Wu Zhi, already dressed in funeral clothes, at the back of the hall.

Wu Zhi’s limbs were cold and stiff, and there were even blood stains on his body, indeed showing signs of death.

Ximen Qing took out a Dust-Dispelling Pearl, a family heirloom of Ximen Qing.

It can verify life or death; if there’s any vitality, the pearl reacts when held in hand.

He held it in Wu Zhi’s hand, but the pearl remained dim and colorless.

Ximen Qing’s lips curled as he took the pearl, returned to the front hall, and said with a pained expression, "Alas, didn’t expect General Wu to be so gravely ill. Even my family’s rejuvenation technique is now ineffective."

The local gentry and families quickly comforted him, telling him not to feel too guilty.

Ximen Qing feigned a moment of sorrow, then clasped his fists to bid farewell to everyone in the hall.

As he was leaving, he glanced at Pan Jinlian.

For some unknown reason, Pan Jinlian’s heart suddenly raced twice, as if poisoned, causing her to sweat upon awakening.

Wu Song personally escorted Ximen Qing out, following him until they reached a secluded place outside.

Ximen Qing turned back, curled his lips at Wu Song, and said, "Won’t Brother Wu stop?"

Wu Song clenched his fist and said, "You know, the kind of person I hate most in my life is those with the face of a man and the heart of a beast."

Ximen Qing laughed, "Why do you speak like this, Brother Wu? I came with good intention to mourn your elder brother; is this how the Wu family treats guests?"

Wu Song straightforwardly said, "You know how my brother died. Everyone else might be deceived by you, but I know everything. You and that dead bat wait and see; once my brother’s funeral is over, I will avenge him by taking down our enemies!"

Ximen Qing calmly replied, "Though I’m not sure what you’re talking about, I wish you success."

He fanned his fan, and left smugly.

Wu Song was so angry that his jaw hurt; he wanted to kill this hypocrite immediately.

Wu Zhi’s tomb was chosen to be at Dragon Head Mountain.

On the day of the funeral, the streets were packed with townsfolk coming to bid farewell.

The Wu family carried the coffin, with Wu Song holding the memorial tablet at the front.

Pan Jinlian followed behind, crying so sorrowfully that she needed a maid’s support to walk.

Paper money scattered all over the ground along the way.

The suona’s long cry filled the air; even though it was false, a feeling of desolation welled up in Wu Song’s heart.

A seven-foot man couldn’t help but shed tears.

As people climbed the mountain, their numbers dwindled.

Only the Wu family reached the Wu Family Mausoleum on Dragon Head Mountain, where the wind howled so fiercely that they couldn’t keep their eyes open.

As they prepared to lay the coffin into the ground, a shadow suddenly fell from the sky, landing atop the coffin.

With a loud thud, the coffin slammed heavily to the ground.

The ten or so Wu family members carrying the coffin staggered and all fell to the ground.

All the mourners drew their long knives from their waists, tensely glaring at the figure in black.

Behind the person was a pair of massive wings, sinisterly scanning the crowd, finally fixating upon Wu Song and Pan Jinlian, who let out a long howl, "Brats of the Wu family, you destroyed my magical treasure! Your grandfather is here to settle the score."

"What audacity!"

A Wu family descendant shouted, drawing his blade to attack.

With a flash of his wings, he suddenly stirred up a white mist, enveloping the Wu family members within.

Wuu Yong quickly used his fan to summon a gust clearing the mist.

Yet, over ten Wu family members still perished.

They lay on the ground, foaming at the mouth, faces turning gray, their legs kicked a few times before lifeless.

Wu Song roared furiously, "Bat Demon, haven’t you caused enough sin? Look at this mausoleum, how many Wu family servants have died because of you. As brutal as you are, how could you be an Immortal?"

The man in black was none other than the Plague Demon Monarch.

He stared at Wu Song and laughed disdainfully, "How I become an Immortal is none of a child’s concern."

He suddenly brandished a Blood Knife, slashing fiercely at the coffin beneath him.

With a puff, the knife’s aura split the coffin in half.

But inside there were only clothes, nothing else.

The Plague Demon Monarch cried out in astonishment, "How can this be?"

Wu Zhi emerged from the crowd, taking off his mourning clothes, clutching a longbow in his hand, and shouted at the Plague Demon Monarch, "Wu Zhi is here!"

He raised his hand, pulling an arrow, and shot it at the Plague Demon Monarch’s rear.

With a whooshing sound, the arrow whistled.

Someone leaped down from the treetop in the back, holding a paper fan, evading the arrow, hiding behind the Plague Demon Monarch and said, "Surprise, what a big surprise! Didn’t think General Wu was so fortunate, able to come back from the dead!"

Wu Zhi glared at him and shouted, "Ximen Qing, you miscalculated. For your own selfishness, you enlisted this Demon Daoist to wreak plague upon Yang Valley Pass, leaving corpses everywhere, many losing their families. You could die a thousand times and still not atone for your sins!"

Ximen Qing laughed aloud, "Seems General Wu already knows my purpose, no need for me to explain. Yes, I was the one who once sought you to develop Dragon Head Mountain together. Had you not been so stubborn, would things have escalated to this point? All the souls of Yang Valley Pass died because of you, General Wu!"

"You’re talking nonsense!"

Wu Song cursed vehemently, clutching the Gold Arrow in his hand.

Ximen Qing shook his head, "This whole act was to lure me out. I shall play along and let the reality unfold."

In the sky, two white lights descended, landing beside Ximen Qing.

Untouched by dust, they exuded Immortal Clan grandeur; upon arrival, the surroundings felt immediate pressure.

Wu Zhi, Wu Song, and Wuu Yong exchanged glances, surprised Ximen Qing enlisted two experts to aid him.

No wonder he dared disrupt the funeral.

Ximen Qing gazed at them like corpses, smirked, "No one present will leave; after descending the mountain, I’ll tell the townsfolk you all contracted the plague from General Wu, perishing on the mountain. They’ll soon pray for your send-off."