Chapter 992: Chapter 992
As time passed, the hungry ghosts began to slowly recover their intellect, and gradually differences started to manifest.
Those with talents have already begun to emerge, but the majority of hungry ghosts still remain somewhat muddled, their intellect not particularly high. Yet, in this process, basic social order and special ways of interacting have slowly formed.
The overall atmosphere has always been quite good, with disputes merely about where to live.
However, this intense competition has its benefits, providing a channel for some hungry ghosts who wish to rise.
Some prefer to lie low, others like peace and quiet, while some want to stand out; it all depends on their individual desires.
Indeed, for those like the Deceitful Ghost who are willing to push forward, Yu Ziqing has prepared beef jerky for them.
Days with a bit of anticipation can be bearable.
Yu Ziqing stayed at Jinlan Mountain for some time, cultivating diligently. Not only did he need to practice the Dayan Preface, but also Body Refinement, and he had to cultivate the Yin God.
The more he practiced, especially Refining God and Body Refinement, advancing side by side, it gave off a feeling of achieving twice the result with half the effort.
No wonder all the powerful cultivators, even if they cultivate both paths, only primarily cultivate one to the Ninth Tier, while the other reaching the Seventh Tier already demands considerable effort.
No one has ever seen someone reach the Ninth Tier in both paths.
The more such direct experience, the more one understands how challenging the specialization mentioned by Yang truly is.
Had he specialized in one path, with his foundation and accumulation, he would have easily advanced to the Seventh Tier by now.
Back in the days, he would boast, saying casually to refine Qi in the future.
Looking back now, he was truly young then. If he were to cultivate all, Refining God, Qi Refinement, and Body Refinement simultaneously, his cultivation progress would be delayed by two or three thousand years, at least.
While Yu Ziqing was cultivating in Jinlan Mountain, on the other side, Daqian was becoming increasingly unstable recently.
Cheng Jing no longer merely raised the butcher's knife without putting it down, but the blood on the butcher's knife hadn't yet dried before new blood stained it.
The issues of Langya Institute were not newly arisen problems, but age-old ones, only now slowly becoming exposed.
Simply correcting them is futile; only bone-deep treatment may work, amputating if necessary.
Deep within Langya Institute lies a Mausoleum, originally used to bury those who have contributed or achieved within Langya Institute.
Today, Dragon Tiger Daoist, Jianzhen, Cheng Jing appeared here together.
Besides them, several Deans supporting Cheng Jing also arrived.
From afar, there was tunneling light approaching, those opposing Cheng Jing.
One person descended, looking extremely grim.
"Cheng Jing! Do you truly wish to go this far?
Killing so many people is not enough, now you truly wish to dig up the elders' Mausoleum?
What grudge or resentment could warrant this?"
There are limits to killing.
Even in life-and-death enmities or grand hindrances, you wouldn't involve individuals to the extent of opening elders' Mausoleum, desecrating coffins, scattering ashes.
Cheng Jing's face was resolute, his gaze firm, not waiting for Dragon Tiger Daoist or Jianzhen to speak on his behalf.
He then waved his hand, sending a whirlwind, breaking open the Mausoleum in front of everyone.
Low, thunderous rumblings echoed, the Mausoleum cracked open, revealing a coffin covered in rune carvings.
"What I do is justified, warranted by my conscience and Langya Institute. Even bearing infamy, I will proceed. If you wish to stop me, don't rely merely on words."
Cheng Jing spoke loudly and firmly, flicked his fingers, and spots of rune light appeared on the coffin, enveloping it with radiance that circled it nine times. All the runes' powers dissolved simultaneously, yet the coffin remained completely unscathed.
This effortless display silenced all those opposing individuals.
It seemed only then they remembered, Cheng Jing wasn't just known for killing, his methods were fierce; he was a Dao Cultivator who founded a doctrine, his power and realm were evident.
Upon opening the coffin, no corpse could be seen, not even any clothing or accessories.
Only a golden book lay quietly inside.
Witnessing this scene, everyone exchanged glances, even Cheng Jing's opponents were bewildered. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝘯𝘦𝘵
Those buried at Langya Institute are predetermined, even if fallen outside, without remains, there would at least be a burial mound.
Recorded efforts back then showed that this elder's body was intact when buried inside.
The Mausoleum and coffin also demonstrated that the coffin had never been opened since the burial.
Dragon Tiger Daoist waved a hand, the golden book inside the coffin flew out, he didn't rush to read it but directly collected it.
They captured the former Dean who had given the Crown Prince the Dragon Talisman, and many were apprehended, tracing the line back to that former Dean's lineage.
Tracing the lineage revealed that many records had been destroyed.
But those truly wishing to find clues within Langya Institute did not find the destruction of records significant.
Only by determining the approximate dates, Cheng Jing outright disregarded the allowance, directly deciding to open the coffin.
The former Dean's lineage includes roughly two individuals of Dean-level from back then.
If the Dragon Talisman was created by one of them, traces would surely be on the bones.
Such level of powerful cultivators, buried within Langya Institute's Mausoleum, their bones surely remain.
Who would have thought, in the first opened Mausoleum, suspected the most, there wasn't a body inside.
Back at the institute, Dragon Tiger Daoist waved his hand to release the golden book, allowing all Deans present to clearly see the contents.
The first page of the golden book bore several large words.