12dz Chapter 84 The Lost City of Time 4
Chapter 84 The Lost City of Time 4
"I heard there's another war in the mortal realm! Today's funeral seems to be for the second master of the Befari family! Judging from the number of female slaves buried with him, there must be over a hundred, right? They're really rich!" One of the two people next to him exclaimed.
“Female slaves aren’t worth much these days. One is worth one coin of gold. Now one coin of gold can buy three female slaves. I’m thinking of buying a few from those merchants to serve me. Who knows, the price might go up in a few days.” The other person nodded.
"Speaking of which, I remember they've already built tombs for over a thousand people..." The man shuddered as he mentioned this: "They're really rich!"
"Those big shots just don't treat us like human beings!" The man said indignantly.
"Are you out of your mind? That's the master of the Berfari family! If he hears this, think about your family!" the man threatened in a low voice.
"When will this ever end!" the man lamented.
"What kind of head is this? Can it live for a day? It's a day!" Another man picked up a bottle of liquor and gulped it down his throat.
Cheng Jiu and the others exchanged glances, paid the bill, and joined the funeral procession.
The seven people, all highly skilled, followed the funeral procession at a respectful distance. They passed through the oasis and entered the vast desert. The further they went, the louder the weeping became, and even the previously numb female slaves began to cry!
The seven people behind him were anxious, but they still kept their minds at ease and followed. After walking for a while, they arrived at a huge desert underground palace.
The main burial chamber door slowly opened, revealing a long passageway. The coffin bearers placed the coffin on the smooth passageway, and it quickly slid in. Faintly, one could hear people wailing and calling for help.
The next moment, the guards lifted up the coffin bearers, the funeral procession members, and the female slaves, and pushed them into a large pit.
"Young Master Shifa, you only told us to carry the coffin, what are you doing!" The burly men carrying the coffin struggled violently.
A richly dressed man adorned with gold jewelry stepped out from the funeral procession: "You know the location of my Berfari family's tomb? Do you think you can still go back? Attack!"
At his command, the guards pushed them into the pit and began burying them alive.
Cheng Jiu and the others, who had been observing from the sidelines, could no longer stand it. Such a heinous thing as live burial was actually happening right under their noses!
Who are you?
“Your grandfather!” Yingyue sneered.
"Hmph, I didn't expect there would be such a bold little rat as to follow the funeral procession, and what's more, she's a beauty! Now that you're here, you're not leaving. The women stay here, and the men will all be buried with you!"
Young Master Xifa looked at Yingyue with a lewd glint in his eyes, then glanced at Cheng Jiu, who was holding a sword beside him. Although the little beauty hadn't fully blossomed, she had a unique charm.
At this point, he was so engrossed in his lust that he couldn't even begin to imagine how Cheng Jiu and the others had managed to catch up without alerting them!
Gong Yu was furious at the way he looked at his junior sister. What kind of look was that bastard giving her?! She charged forward and punched him in the face: "Take your eyes off me! How dare you covet my junior sister?"
The next second, he kicked the other man in the lower abdomen, and young master Hipha screamed. The members of the Befari family who were originally attending the funeral were also dumbfounded. They wanted to call for guards, but they were all dealt with by Miyagi.
It was truly an easy battle. The highest cultivation level among them was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, and he crippled them without much effort.
"Do you want to make enemies of the Berfari family?" the man behind him shouted, his voice sharp but his voice weak.
"Who are the Berfari family?!" Gong Yu said, arm in arm, glaring menacingly at the group of nobles. Just now, when that young master Shifa said to bury these people alive, they all had expressions of taking it for granted and as if it were an honor for them.
But now, both men and women have faces filled with terror and fear! Compared to their previous arrogance, they look like clowns.
"Don't come any closer! I'm warning you, don't come any closer!"
"I'll hit!"
Gong Yu couldn't stand this kind of bullying guy who actually did such a heinous thing as a live burial! None of these guys had clean hands, and their bodies were covered in filthy blood.
A total of ten men and six women, including their servants, were all tied up by Gong Yu and lay on the ground with bruises and swelling on their faces.
The once magnificent funeral procession was now a shadow of its former self, with many dead, wounded, or maimed, lying on the ground, no longer displaying its former grandeur.
Yingyue reached out to pull the female slave out of the pit: "Don't worry, it's alright!"
The female slave she was pulling cried uncontrollably, "I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."
The moment her hand touched Yingyue's fair hand, her originally rough, slender fingers turned into white bones. Yingyue's pupils shrank. Where was the person in front of her?
All that remained were a pile of corpses and a ghostly realm composed of black mist. The space was densely packed with vengeful spirits, both male and female, all with blood-red tears streaming from their pupils, constantly muttering, "I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."
"Senior Sister!" Wen Sishu saw that she was about to be pulled into the Ghost Realm and pulled her back.
The air here is thick with resentment, and from here, the ghost realm continues to expand.
Meanwhile, Cheng Jiu, Gong Cheng, and Gong Yu were desperately setting up formations outside to limit the expansion of the ghost domain.
If this ghostly realm truly permeates this space, not only will it become a desolate wasteland, but it's also uncertain whether they can survive here!
They were all ready to curse. How many people had this damned Berfari family killed to create such intense resentment! Judging by his cultivation level, he was probably a powerful figure at the Tribulation Transcending stage!
In the Xuan Tian Continent, where the Ghost Emperor resides, how could they possibly encounter a vengeful ghost in the Tribulation Transcending stage outside the Ghost Realm? How incredibly lucky they are! They managed to witness something even rarer than ascending to immortality in broad daylight!
Cheng Jiu was grateful that his master had left him his natal sword. The Qingxu Sword, which had gone through countless storms with Qingxu Venerable, was in some ways even more ferocious than this vengeful ghost. Using it as a suppressing weapon, the vengeful ghost was directly suppressed and unable to move.
Seeing the ghost domain slowly shrink inward, the group breathed a sigh of relief, but were still somewhat shaken. If they hadn't followed when the ghost domain erupted, they would still be in the city, doomed, unable to escape, with no chance of escape.
In just a brief encounter, Yingyue aged more than ten years in an instant. If a cultivator is infected by ghost energy in a short period of time and does not expel it in time, it can easily affect their lifespan.
Such vengeful spirits possess even more ferocious and corrosive power.
Yingyue sat on the ground, holding her head and murmuring, "I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."
This is clearly a sign that the body has been invaded by ghostly and evil energy. If it is not expelled in time, it will not only affect the mind but may even destroy one's cultivation.
"Who among you brought the exorcism pill?" Cheng Jiu asked, looking at Gong Cheng and the others.
The Exorcism Pill was a pill specifically developed by the cultivation world to target evil spirits. It was once very popular, but after the demise of demonic and evil cultivators, this pill was abandoned.
After all, with the Ghost Emperor around, powerful vengeful ghosts can't really form without human intervention, so it becomes rather useless.
Gong Cheng and Gong Yu searched through their rings. Who would prepare such a thing during training? Cheng Jiu didn't have one, and neither did Qingxu Venerable.
Wen Sishu and Liu Shaoyuan were certain they didn't have any; as alchemists, they were very clear about the pills they carried.
Nan Yanzhe didn't carry many pills; they were mostly for healing injuries and restoring energy.
At this moment, he was circulating his cultivation technique to channel spiritual energy into Yingyue's body to help alleviate the ghostly energy and resentment within her.
Although the two from the palace did not find the exorcism pill, they had the main ingredient, the Ghost Spirit Flower, which lived in the Ghost Realm and was a unique spiritual herb there.
The Evil-Expelling Pill is a sixth-grade elixir, and there happens to be a sixth-grade alchemist here.
Wen Sishu breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the Ghost Spirit Flower. As long as they had the main ingredient, they could piece together the rest of the ingredients to make the Evil-Expelling Pill.
Yingyue's condition improved considerably with Nan Yanzhe's help, and she became much more lucid.
Cheng Jiu refined pills very quickly, producing nine pills with nine different patterns. Yingyue took the pills, her voice a little hoarse: "Thank you! Junior Sister."
The remaining vitality could be replenished with bamboo wine. Yingyue was fed bamboo wine by Wen Sishu and rested for a while to restore her vitality.