Chapter 241 - 103: [The Transformation of Lu Sisi] (7400 words)
Chapter 103 [Changes of Lu Sisi] (7400 words)
Chen Yan returned to the third floor of the dilapidated building that looked like a haunted house and began to carefully clean up the wreckage at the scene.
Zhong Hongliang had already turned into a dried corpse, his blood and flesh shriveled up. He looked like a dehydrated mummy, lying on the ground like a piece of dried wood, appearing as if a slight squeeze would make him crumble.
Chen Yan only glanced at Zhong Hongliang for a few moments before shifting his gaze and focusing on inspecting the broken iron urn.
The air on the third floor was filled with an indescribable stench. Broken pieces of the iron urn were scattered on the ground, along with a pool of black liquid that looked viscous like oil. In the middle of it lay a body.
The person was naked, clearly a man of medium build.
Chen Yan moved closer to take a look. The man’s breathing was weak, but he was still alive. After a careful check, Chen Yan confirmed that the man was just unconscious—the reason probably being some sort of array or spell hidden within the iron urn.
Now that the array had been destroyed, the man would likely wake up after a while. As for Huang Mingyi’s remnants, they had completely dissipated once the array was shattered.
The identity of this person had been clarified earlier—it was Huang Mingyi’s senior disciple who had gone missing.
Looking at the dried corpse of Zhong Hongliang, then at the senior disciple, and thinking about the deceased Huang Mingyi and that old ghost with an unknown name...
Chen Yan had basically pieced together the entire course of events.
The old ghost failed his tribulation, disintegrated his physical body, and left his ghost spirit to embark on the path of a ghost cultivator. He found Zhong Hongliang to house his ghost spirit—since the old ghost was a cultivator in this world with incomplete inheritance, his path of ghost cultivation was obviously imperfect, so he had to resort to some dubious methods to make do.
To prolong the lifespan of the puppet body of Zhong Hongliang, they stole Lu Sisi’s life chart.
Huang Mingyi’s senior disciple was the next backup puppet body the old ghost had found many years ago. As for Huang Mingyi... he was just nourishment.
Chen Yan found the black liquid on the ground intriguing, but after carefully examining it, he confirmed—it was likely the legendary corpse oil.
Corpse oil was extremely malevolent and considered inauspicious upon contact. Chen Yan refrained from touching the substance.
The broken iron urn was also a magical artifact, made of extraordinary materials that even blocked Chen Yan’s Qi Observation Skill.
When he arrived at this small building in the middle of the night, he observed from below using his Qi Observation Skill but saw no trace of evil qi, because the iron urn had isolated the aura of primordial qi.
The material of this object must have some secrets. However, Chen Yan was repelled by the thought that it had contained corpse oil, so despite his curiosity, he used a piece of rag to gather the fragments of the iron urn, intending to discard it along with Zhong Hongliang’s dried corpse.
After leaving the building, he found a remote wilderness and buried the fragments of the iron urn in a pit.
As for Zhong Hongliang’s body, he casually threw it aside. This person who had committed unspeakable crimes deserved to be left exposed in the wild.
Having finished all this, Chen Yan washed his hands with water and then departed.
As for Huang Mingyi’s senior disciple, Chen Yan took him to an abandoned car lot and left him there.
He would have to find a way to save himself when he woke up!
Although running outside naked to seek help would undoubtedly be embarrassing, Chen Yan did not want to reveal his whereabouts and had to make him endure it—saving his life was already a significant merit, so not much more could be asked.
Chen Yan himself had more important matters to attend to!
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In the morning, Chen Yan walked along the Mountain Peak Dao on Tai Ping Mountain and, based on his Qi Observation Skill, found himself at a mansion hidden in the forest with a slight flow of primordial qi.
Chen Yan knew he had found the right place! This must be Zhong Hongliang’s mansion!
As the famous "Elder Zhong," Zhong Hongliang was known to everyone in Port City’s mystical art realm. His house on Mountain Peak Dao of Tai Ping Mountain was alongside those of wealthy neighbors—Chen Yan had heard this from a disciple in a black suit while chatting at Huang Mingyi’s dojo.
Although he didn’t know the exact address, knowing the general area was enough. He could use his Qi Observation Skill to confirm—being someone with genuine spell and Tao practice, a house would surely show primordial qi flow: either it contained an array or some genuine magical artifact!
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By this time, Chen Yan had already changed into the clothes taken from Zhong Hongliang, and using the transformation technique from the White Fox Inner Core, he had altered his appearance into that of Zhong Hongliang.
Although he had only briefly interacted with Zhong Hongliang tonight and didn’t have enough time to visualize before the transformation, he achieved a likeness of about ninety percent. Coupled with the same clothes, he was confident there wouldn’t be any issues.
Chen Yan strode into the mansion’s courtyard and was soon greeted by two disciples wearing white training suits. Upon seeing Chen Yan, they immediately bowed, "Elder Zhong!"
Chen Yan lifted his head, not sparing them a glance, merely snorting softly through his nose, and walked straight in.
The mansion was a three-story building, with the first-floor hall set up with a Feng Shui array, furnished with water and trees, all positioned according to geomancy calculations for wealth.