Chapter 5: Slaying the Corpse King Again, The Twin Lotus of Duality Blooms Together

Chapter 5: Slaying the Corpse King Again — The Dual Lotus of Yin and Yang

Early the next morning, before dawn, the group was already prepared and setting off into the forest.

“Uncle San, why do we have to get up so early?” Wu Tianzhen yawned repeatedly as he spoke.

“Nephew, do you know why?” Wu Sanshu didn’t answer directly but instead turned to Wu Yu with keen interest.

“I know a little,” Wu Yu nodded. “Back in the day, without lights, traveling at night or setting off early was to avoid drawing attention. If anything happened, the darkness helped cover a quick getaway. But now… it’s mostly because the morning is cool, so we can climb longer without getting too exhausted. We don’t carry much water or food.”

“Got it, big nephew!” Wu Sanshu smiled at Wu Tianzhen. “No vehicles can reach this place, supplies are limited, and we have to carry all our gear. Every little bit saved counts!”

“Okay, okay, I get it!” Wu Tianzhen nodded, thinking to himself that he had to study harder when they got back. It was really frustrating always letting Wu Yu steal the spotlight.

Though they were brothers, Wu Tianzhen didn’t like that feeling.

Wu Sanshu, the sly old fox, naturally saw through Wu Tianzhen’s thoughts. After all, he had raised him since childhood—he could tell what was on Wu Tianzhen’s mind just by his expressions.

He nodded with satisfaction. It seemed that having another brother around to tease Wu Tianzhen was not a bad idea.

But when he saw Wu Yu’s helpless expression, his face froze for a moment, and he forced a sheepish smile.

“That kid’s so sharp, almost on par with his old man’s street smarts,” he muttered inwardly before stopping.

“Master San, I’ll go scout ahead!” Panzi took the lead, gripping his dagger as he crept forward.

Pushing aside the grass, several camouflaged tents appeared faintly ahead.

Panzi’s jungle warfare experience was truly impressive. If they hadn’t been watching him from the start, no one would have found where he was hiding or how he was moving.

“Panzi, you’re amazing!” Wu Tianzhen exclaimed in surprise.

“If I hadn’t saved Panzi’s life back then, he’d have been taken away long ago!” Wu Sanshu said proudly.

Soon, Panzi waved and called out, “Master San, come here! It’s safe — the place is empty!”

Seeing this, everyone hurried forward.

“Judging by how these tents are hidden, these people are professionals,” Wu Yu examined the area, then carelessly dropped his gun on the ground.

“Wow, foreign-made!” Tianzhen’s eyes lit up. “Little brother, you think your Dragon Serpent sword can beat that?”

Wu Yu smiled silently; Tianzhen was still innocent at heart.

“Here!” Suddenly, the cold young man called everyone over.

Ahead, they saw many bullet casings scattered on the ground, along with chaotic footprints and drag marks.

“Looks dangerous. Everyone, stay alert!” Wu Sanshu waved his hand and gripped his gun tightly, scanning their surroundings.

“But I never heard any villagers say there were large beasts in the mountains,” Panzi frowned.

“Hard to say what it is, but this camp surely had guards. Yet it’s completely deserted. So either these people were rookies who abandoned the camp, or something bad happened and the guards were all taken out,” Wu Yu analyzed.

“Definitely the latter!” Wu Sanshu looked at the casings and the weapons left behind. “Get ready. We’re moving out! Looks like someone has cleared the way for me this time.”

The old fox’s thoughts were obvious. Wu Tianzhen instinctively wanted to rescue anyone in danger but hushed himself at his uncle’s cold tone.

No doubt, this outing with Wu Sanshu was incredibly thrilling for Wu Tianzhen.

Based on the ancient manuscript and Wu Sanshu’s knowledge of geomancy, they quickly pinpointed the location.

“Let’s start!”

At the command, Panzi and Dakuai moved skillfully, digging out a six-meter square area in less than half an hour.

“Found it, Master San! This should be the tomb entrance!”

Panzi raised his tool to strike.

“Bang!” The cold young man swiftly knocked Panzi’s pick away. Panzi stumbled and nearly fell backward, but Wu Yu caught him steadily and patted his shoulder.

“Careful! You can’t break this tomb door by force.”

“Th-thanks, Young Master Two, for saving me!” Panzi nodded, eyeing the tools pointed dangerously at his head. Had he fallen, his skull would have been crushed.

“What are you doing? You almost killed Panzi!” Dakuai glared at the cold young man, threatening to swing his military shovel.

“The walls can’t be smashed — only pulled outward!”

“Pulled?” Dakuai stepped forward, touching the smooth, sturdy wall and sneering. “Even chipping this wall with tools is tough. Pull it? You’re dreaming…”

“W-what… it really pulled out!” Dakuai shouted from the pit, staring incredulously at the cold young man.

Wu Yu’s gaze focused on the young man’s two fingers.

“Didn’t pay close attention in the water cave — is this the legendary ‘Rich Lady’s Happy Finger’?”

“The bricks are made complex to conceal an anti-theft layer inside. Anyone trying to enter must forcibly break this layer!” The young man explained as he extracted a corrosive acid from the hidden layer.

In an instant, a large area of the pit corroded, emitting a foul odor.

Panzi swallowed nervously. “Th-thanks!”

If that stuff had sprayed on him, survival would have been impossible.

“Is this the danger of ancient tombs?” Wu Tianzhen asked, trembling.

“Dangerous? That’s nothing yet,” his uncle replied gruffly but didn’t say more.

He knew that Wu Tianzhen had to experience it firsthand to truly understand. No explanation, even from him, could substitute for that.

Passing through the dim corridor, they finally reached the burial chamber.

The first thing to catch their eyes was a massive bronze tripod.

“Wow, a bronze artifact!” Uncle San sighed heavily.

What a treasure just at the entrance — but alas, they couldn’t take it.

Even if they stole it, selling it would bring trouble; someone would surely come knocking for tea.

Great treasures were useless without life.

Panzi, less knowledgeable, jumped right in.

“Jackpot! So many treasures inside!” He stuffed gold and jewels into his backpack.

“Whoa! Bones!” Dakuai grabbed a handful and jumped back in fright.

“Stop being such a scaredy-cat! I’ve followed Master San so many times; you’re still afraid of bones?” Panzi scolded fiercely.

“Uh… wasn’t ready for that,” Dakuai stammered nervously.

“Get down!!”

Suddenly, the cold young man spoke and immediately pulled Panzi out. He then stared fixedly at the stone coffin on the raised platform ahead.

Though his lips didn’t move, a chilling sound issued from his throat, teeth, and tongue — a terrifying noise that sent shivers down their spines.

His icy gaze locked onto the stone coffin as if something horrific lurked inside.

“Cough… gurgle… hiss…”

“What’s that?” Tianzhen shivered and whispered.

“Corpse speech — a lost art,” Uncle San said, now alert.

“Bang!”

The stone coffin radiated ominous energy, its lid bubbling and pounding with a dreadful thudding.

In such an atmosphere, the scene was terrifying beyond words.

The young man stepped forward, about to kneel, but Wu Yu stopped him.

“Kneeling before this thing? That’s nonsense!” Wu Yu smiled and seated himself cross-legged, placing his guqin horizontally in front of him.

He plucked the strings, but the sound that filled the air resembled the clash of countless armies in battle — swords and spears ringing with deadly intent.

“Roar!!!”

The coffin lid flew open, revealing a giant figure over two meters tall, emerging through the dark aura. The creature’s skin looked as if it had been flayed alive.

“A blood corpse!” Uncle San shouted, pulling his trigger.

The others followed suit.

But their firearms were useless against the blood corpse.

“This is the Blood Corpse King!” The cold young man’s expression solemn. “You all fall back to the entrance. Leave this to us.”

With that, he drew a black-gold ancient sword and charged forward.

Under the guqin’s melody, the Blood Corpse King thrashed about wildly like a headless fly. The suppressing dark energy couldn’t dissipate but instead stirred inside, causing it immense pain.

The young man’s swordplay was fierce and fluid, never clashing head-on.

“Aim for the head!” Wu Yu called out.

“Shing!”

The black-gold sword, reforged with kirin’s blood, was unbreakable — especially devastating to creatures like the Blood Corpse King.

Seizing the moment, a heavy strike was launched. The Blood Corpse King tried to react but was too late.

Surprisingly, it didn’t protect its vital points but instead lunged at the young man as if to take him down with it.

Yet in the next moment, the sword only pierced three inches before stopping, followed by a metallic clang.

The young man spun on his heel, circling the Blood Corpse King before retreating. The sword slid a full 360 degrees and flew toward Wu Yu.

Just as it neared, a guqin string shot out, wrapping around the sword’s hilt. With a gentle tug, it flipped back into the young man’s hand.

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