Chapter 104: The Pit of Ten Thousand Burials

In Heavenly God Town, Zhang Zhiheng, the senior disciple, was offering incense to the statue of Morgana.

Suddenly, a villager ran over in a panic. "Master, it’s terrible! Someone from our town died in the wilderness, and the state of the body is horrific!"

As the leader of the Morgan Sect, Zhang Zhiheng turned around upon hearing this. "Where? What was the cause of death?"

"I don't know, but the entire body was split in half right down the middle. It doesn't look like it was done by any human. Please, Master, come and see!" the villager said, trembling with fear.

As the leader of Heavenly God Town, Zhang Zhiheng could not stand by while a villager was harmed. He hurried off with the villager toward the place where the body had been discovered.

The two arrived at Ten-Mile Slope near Heavenly God Town. As the name suggested, the area was filled with steep, overlapping ridges that looked like small burial mounds.

After walking for several minutes, the villager suddenly shouted, "It’s right there!"

Zhang Zhiheng walked over and confirmed that a villager, who appeared to have been on his way to forage for herbs, had indeed been sliced clean in two. Zhang Zhiheng examined the wound; it was incredibly neat, as if it had been severed by a sharp blade with swift, decisive precision.

"Notify the people in town. Tell them not to go out for the next few days unless absolutely necessary," Zhang Zhiheng told the villager behind him.

He then began his own investigation.

Firstly, this was definitely not the work of a wild beast; beasts could not create such blade-like, clean wounds. Nor did it seem like a mountain spirit or monster, as those creatures typically attacked by biting or using brute force.

To be able to cut with such precision, leaving bone and flesh perfectly aligned, and to act with such speed—this was clearly beyond the capabilities of an ordinary entity.

Zhang Zhiheng asked the villager to return to town while he stayed behind to investigate further. The villagers trusted their leader implicitly, so they quickly retreated from the slope.

Zhang Zhiheng had previously used Feng Shui to alter the fortune of Heavenly God Town; theoretically, no mountain spirits should be able to disturb it. Could it be something from elsewhere, attracted by the blessed energy of this land, trying to cultivate its power here?

But that didn't seem right either. If that were the case, it would be practicing in secret and would never kill so blatantly, as it would inevitably draw the wrath of the local villagers. A spirit looking to cultivate would not intentionally harm humans and invite such trouble.

With this thought, Zhang Zhiheng decided to stay the night to observe.

He sat down in meditation, waiting for the sun to set. Gradually, the sky turned into a dark curtain.

As night fell, Zhang Zhiheng sensed something unusual. He could feel an eerie, Yin energy rising from deep beneath the ground.

As the night deepened, the Yin energy beneath him grew increasingly intense.

Zhang Zhiheng was suddenly alarmed. "Could it be that something buried deep underground has achieved a level of cultivation? When I changed the Feng Shui earlier, there was no movement; it must have been hiding itself because it lacked the strength."

"Now that it has achieved a level of cultivation, is it trying to break through the surface?" Thinking this, he quickly pulled out a warding talisman and a ghost-suppressing talisman, placing them on the ground where he stood to prevent the malevolent energy from leaking out and harming the villagers.

However, at that very moment, a mass of black mist burst through the soil, and the talismans on the ground burned to ash instantly.

The black mist absorbed the moonlight, gradually solidifying into a physical form. Zhang Zhiheng looked closely and was shocked.

The entity taking shape before him was a Japanese soldier clutching a long sword.

The soldier swung his blade, catching the moonlight on the edge. "Fighting for the Great Japanese Empire, even in death, I shall maintain the honor of a soldier!"

Zhang Zhiheng observed the soldier, who appeared to be an officer. He wore the insignia of a third-rank officer, and the military command sword in his hand shimmered with a chilling, icy light.

Suddenly, the officer turned to look at Zhang Zhiheng and said slowly, "My body requires blood as an offering to be resurrected. I must collect more fresh blood to restore my physical form. I shall lead the Empire to glory once again!"

As he spoke, the officer raised his blade and charged at Zhang Zhiheng.

Zhang Zhiheng dodged quickly, but the officer’s speed was so great that he couldn't react in time, and a heavy blow landed on his back.

"Ah!"

Blood began to flow from the wound on Zhang Zhiheng's back.

"Such delicious blood! I need more!" The officer charged again. This time, Zhang Zhiheng countered by throwing a talisman: "Evil-Warding and Spirit-Repelling Thunder Bolt!"

A bolt of divine thunder descended from the sky, striking the officer directly.

The officer took the hit and staggered back several steps. "Baka! Nothing can stop the resurgence of the Empire!"

The officer’s powerful spiritual energy allowed him to raise his sword again and attack Zhang Zhiheng.

"Wind and Fire Mantra!" Zhang Zhiheng chanted the incantation and threw a fire talisman. A powerful vortex of wind and fire erupted, wrapping around the officer and burning fiercely.

However, in the next second, the officer slashed through the flames with his samurai sword and launched another furious assault.

This time, Zhang Zhiheng could not dodge in time. Just as he was about to meet the same tragic fate as the villager who had been split in two, a majestic voice rang out from behind him.

"Spirit Immortal Technique: Immortal Spirit Barrier!"

A powerful barrier of energy blocked the path in front of Zhang Zhiheng. The officer's sword struck the barrier and was instantly deflected.

"Are you alright, Senior Brother?"

Zhang Zhiheng recognized the familiar voice and turned to see his second junior sister, Zhou Ling'er.

However, the Japanese officer remained defiant and charged with his sword once more.

Zhou Ling'er summoned the surrounding spiritual energy, using magic as her command and intent as her art. She shouted, "Spirit Immortal Technique: Immortal Spirit Binding!"

Instantly, the surrounding spiritual energy transformed into four ropes that shot forward, binding the officer’s limbs and suspending him in mid-air.

"Now!" Zhou Ling'er shouted.

"Ghost-Repelling and Evil-Destroying Dragon God Technique!" Zhang Zhiheng unleashed ten talismans at once. Suddenly, thunder rolled through the sky, and bolt after bolt of divine lightning struck the officer like celestial dragons.

The officer’s soul-body let out a series of roars, his limbs still bound by the Spirit Immortal Technique.

"It is time to end this!" Zhang Zhiheng channeled his energy into his talismans, which converged in mid-air to form a giant sword: "Cursed Sword Technique: Sword Slaughter Array!"

The giant sword composed of talismans shot forward, piercing through the officer's military spirit.

"I, Fujisai, will not die so easily!"

The officer transformed back into a mass of black mist and dove into the ground.

"Damn it! We must destroy his physical remains to completely annihilate his body and soul so he can no longer harm anyone!"