The Quest for Immortality

As Mo Hua expected, Zhang Quan was completely and utterly no match for Lu Chengyun.

Lu Chengyun’s swordsmanship was profound and his moves were well-practiced.

Zhang Quan still used the same old tactics, relying on his own Corpse Transformation and exchanging moves with Lu Chengyun in a straightforward manner, only to be pierced into a honeycomb by Sword Qi, blood pouring out of him as he fell to the ground.

This lack of strategy and simplicity in tactics left Mo Hua sighing in amazement.

Mo Hua had thought that if Zhang Quan dared to confront Lu Chengyun head-on, he must have had some sort of trump card, but it turned out he was only driven by a spirit of rage and fearlessness.

And then he was really going to die...

Mo Hua watched, shaking his head.

If he were truly his ancestor, he would be so enraged that he’d flip the lid of his coffin.

Having secretly controlled the Iron Corpse to help him so much, yet this Zhang Quan still managed to disappoint completely!

Without Zhang Quan as a pawn, he would have no way to kill Lu Chengyun...

Mo Hua felt somewhat helpless.

In the center of the sacrificial altar, Zhang Quan lay dying.

His face was pale, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. Knowing he was going to die, he didn’t beg for mercy from Lu Chengyun but instead used all his remaining strength to say, falteringly:

”My... my... scroll?”

Lu Chengyun’s eyebrows lifted, ”Are you talking about your Ancestral Master Picture?”

Zhang Quan coughed up a mouthful of blood and said weakly:

”Exactly...”

Lu Chengyun shook his head, ”It belongs to me now.”

Zhang Quan showed anger on his face, coughed up a few more mouthfuls of blood, and slowly said:

”Okay... I concede, but... Brother Lu, considering the many years I’ve served you, before I die, let me take one more look... at the Zhang Family ancestors...”

Lu Chengyun’s gaze sharpened, showing no emotion, and he simply asked:

”And what will that change?”

Zhang Quan’s expression was ferocious as he rasped:

”I, Zhang Quan, have failed to continue the bloodline of the Zhang Family, causing the lineage of the Corpse Path to be severed. I want to kowtow... to apologize to the ancestors!”

Lu Chengyun seemed slightly moved and nodded, ”Alright!”

He took out a scroll from his Storage Bag.

The scroll was rolled up, the paper aged, with faint traces of dirt and footprints on it—the marks left by Mo Hua...

Indeed, it was the Zhang Family’s Ancestral Master Picture.

Zhang Quan’s gaze was filled with eagerness.

Lu Chengyun slowly unfurled the scroll.

Zhang Quan’s gaze was firmly fixed on the picture in Lu Chengyun’s hands.

When Lu Chengyun had unrolled half of it, his gaze turned icy. Seizing the moment when Zhang Quan was distracted, he suddenly thrust his sword through Zhang Quan’s chest, killing him instantly!

Zhang Quan looked at the sword in his chest, then lifted his eyes to Lu Chengyun, his face filled with disbelief as he angrily spouted:

”Lu you traitor, you...”

Before he could finish, Zhang Quan’s breath ceased, and he slowly fell to the ground.

Even in death, Zhang Quan’s eyes were fixed on Lu Chengyun without closing.

Lu Chengyun, looking at the already dead Zhang Quan, remained impassive. After confirming his death a moment later, he spoke in a gentle tone:

”Brother Zhang, I’m sorry, but I feared you had some tricks up your sleeve. To be on the safe side, I had to let you die first...”

”You don’t need to worry about your family’s affairs.”

”I will properly enshrine this Ancestral Master Picture.”

”One day, I’ll take an adopted son and have him carry the ’Zhang’ surname, to continue your family’s legacy.”

”Your Zhang Family’s Corpse Path will also flourish under my control...”

...

Having finished speaking, Lu Chengyun wiped Zhang Quan’s blood from his sword using Zhang Quan’s corpse, then sheathed his blade, walked to the front of the altar.

In front of the altar stood the nine-foot-tall, imposing Corpse King, standing tall like an abyss.

Once Lu Chengyun’s Divine Sense stirred, he could feel that this Corpse King was completely under his control, and the more than twenty Iron Corpses around were all at his command.

Lu Chengyun’s heart was no longer calm, and he finally couldn’t help but burst into uproarious laughter:

”From now on, this Corpse King, commanding the undead, will obey only my orders!”

”The cultivators of South Yue City, from birth till death, will mine for my Lu Family!”

”The whole of South Yue City will be under my dominance!”

”The skies of this Minor Wilderness State Boundary are about to change!”

Enjoy new adventures from empire

As Lu Chengyun laughed, he suddenly stopped; he remembered Mo Hua.

Now that Zhang Quan was dead, the only other person who knew about the Ten Thousand Corpses Sacrificial Altar was Mo Hua.

Mo Hua had established the Formation eye of the Ten Thousand Corpses Compound Formation and also seen the Formation he had drawn on the Bronze coffin.

In the entire Corpse Mine, aside from himself, Mo Hua knew the most secrets about the Formation...

Lu Chengyun’s gaze fluctuated, and his Divine Sense expanded, his expression subtly changing:

”Where has that gentleman gone?”

Mo Hua was startled and quickly held his breath, concentrating and suppressing his aura.

Lu Chengyun’s Divine Sense swept across the Corpse Mine, suddenly realized something, and began to scan the altar again, but after a long while, he found nothing...

Frowning with confusion, he mused:

”Where could he have gone?”

At this moment, Mo Hua, who had been hiding behind Lu Chengyun and spying on him all night, dared not even breathe too loudly.

Lu Chengyun pondered for a while but found no clues, becoming somewhat irritable. He again scanned the altar in detail with his Divine Sense.

However, the altar was too large, and he had just been through a fierce battle, so after not searching for long, he began to feel his Divine Sense waning.

Lu Chengyun stopped searching.

Continuing the search might exhaust his Divine Sense, leaving him unable to control the Corpse King, which could lead to disaster if the Corpse King lost control...

Lu Chengyun put away the Contemplation Map, ordered the Corpse King back into the Bronze coffin, commanded the Iron Corpses back into their coffins, then dragged Zhang Quan’s corpse and tossed it into an empty nearby coffin.

Though Zhang Quan was dead, his corpse could still be used for Corpse Refinement to serve him.

Lu Chengyun’s gaze turned cold, then he looked around, wondering about something before dusting off his sleeves and leaving the altar.

Mo Hua let out a slight sigh of relief.

He waited until Lu Chengyun was far away and showed no signs of returning.