Versatile Mage

The crowd was surprised. They had assumed the Undead had no room for negotiation, and that they were going to have to engage in a brutal fight. Who would have thought the Undead to be so concerned about its son?

Even though the Undead did not mention anything about its relationship with Xiao Tai, it was obvious that he was not the Undead’s biological son.

The Undead had been standing guard over the Ancient City Wall for many years. Its strength was not inferior to the Dead Kings of the Eight Directions. When Mo Fan, Mu Bai, and Zhang Xiaohou contacted the Undead, they clearly sensed that its aura was of a Ruler level.

The Undead had lived for several thousand years. How could it possibly give birth to a living human son?

It was most likely that Xiao Tai was an abandoned orphan in the town who might have been adopted by the Undead. He stayed with the vendors during the day and occasionally played with the vendor’s children. Meanwhile, the Undead took care of him at night.

Xiao Tai was the only one who spent the nights in the town. He must have mentioned that his father works during the day and returns late at night. No one remained at night in the town to discover that his father was an Undead.

The child had no family and stayed alone in the marketplace that was deserted at night. He spent his nights with an Undead that had stood guard over the Ancient City Wall for many years.

Xiao Tai was adopted by an Undead. The Undead was powerless in the day. So, it had to rely on the vendors and town people to take care of him. It could only accompany him at night. It was not easy for Xiao Tai to grow up safely at this stage.

He ran into some unscrupulous people. The mage that awakened him at the age of ten was one of them. The devious mage must have noticed something valuable in Xiao Tai’s hand. So, he fooled the ignorant town people and awakened Xiao Tai.

“Don’t you find it meaningless standing guard over here for so many years?” Zhao Manyan asked.

“This is none of your business,” the Undead said coolly.

“Speak a little less, will you? Especially if you don’t know what you are talking about.” Jiang Shaoxu glared at Zhao Manyan.

“Fine, go ahead since you’re so good at it.” Zhao Manyan stood at the side.

Mo Fan waved his hand, calling Xiao Tai to come to him. Even if they hadn’t made the deal with the Undead, Mo Fan would have healed Xiao Tai’s mental damage, anyway.

He and Mu Bai had obtained Soul Honey from the Bug Valley at Helan Mountain. Soul Honey was the best medicine to cure one’s mental damage. Without the unique Soul Honey, they would have to send Xiao Tai to the Parthenon Temple for a chance of recovery.

“Take this. This can nurture his soul. As an Undead, you should know how to use it best.” Mo Fan took out a small portion of Soul Honey and passed it to Xiao Tai for him to pass it to his ‘father’.

When the Undead obtained the Soul Honey, its bone-chilling aura subsided. The Undead was genuinely concerned about Xiao Tai.

“Thank you.” The Undead’s fierce green eyes dimmed and revealed black pupils.

“You mentioned there’s a mausoleum down there. Whose mausoleum is it?” Mo Fan asked.

“I thought you already knew that since you were able to find your way here,” said the Undead.

“It’s the sacred totem beast’s mausoleum,” Lingling answered.

The Undead nodded. The crowd looked helpless and dejected. They had put in great effort in finding so many totem beasts. They had taken great pains in searching for complete clues that led them to the sacred totem beast, only to end up finding its mausoleum guarded by an Undead. Was there truly no other living sacred totem beasts in this world anymore?

“The horns of the Divine Deer, the carcass of the Black Snake, the claw of the Green East Sea God, the skull of the Heavenly Scar Sacred Tiger, and the scales of Aofu…” Lingling mumbled.

She and Jiang Shaoxu had originally thought that each totem beast represented the split parts of a sacred totem beast. However, after they obtained the clues from the Green East Sea God, they realized that the various totem beasts did not actually represent a single sacred totem beast.

A totem beast may have the bloodline of two sacred totem beasts.

For instance, the Black Totem Snake represented the head and tail of Dark Tortoise. It also represented the body of the mural—Giant Serpent on the Cloud—on the stone wall at Lake Island.

Lingling reorganized the totem beasts’ clues to another sacred totem beast, and she finally found most of the outline of the Great Serpent on the Cloud at Lake Island. She thought that it was most likely that it would lead to the surviving living sacred totem beast in this world, but they had only ended up in a mausoleum.

They were very disappointed. If it was only a mausoleum, they could at least gain the sacred totem beast’s remaining power to strengthen themselves. However, it would not help them resolve the crises that the entire East Coastline was facing.

“Are we going down there or not?” asked Zhao Manyan.

“We are! Who knows we might find clues about other sacred totem beasts?! The White Tiger totem beast is in Kunlun. The worst that can possibly happen is we’ll barge in Kunlun Mountain. We’ll salvage whatever we can even if there’s only a pile of bones!” Mo Fan assured them.

“The mysterious feathers are left with only a pool of feathers at Lan Yang City. The Great Serpent on the Cloud is left with its mausoleum. The two greatest sacred totem beasts have been confirmed dead. The White Tiger from Kunlun and the Dark Tortoise in the ocean are the only two remaining sacred totem beasts.” Jiang Shaou let out a sigh.

Regardless of whether it was the Great Serpent on the Cloud or the sacred totem beast with the mysterious feathers, these two sacred totem beasts were more powerful than the Dark Tortoise and White Tiger.

This was especially so for the Great Serpent on the Cloud. Its mural on Lake Island had suggested that it was a sacred beast and ancestor of the Black Totem Snake. It was at least an Emperor level sacred totem beast.

It was also loyal to humans. Its existence was much more meaningful than a Forbidden Mage. Even though it might have difficulty in protecting five base cities, it could preserve the base city where it was placed.

If one the base cities was still surviving, humans had a ray of hope of reclaiming their territories along the coasts. If the entire East Coastline collapsed, humans’ survival would be threatened. Death would be inevitable!

“I’ll let you in. Remember, don’t simply barge elsewhere inside the mausoleum. Just focus on searching for the totem beast you are looking for. Otherwise, you might die exploring,” said the Undead.

“Thank you.” Mo Fan said gratefully.

“If we take something from the inside, what will happen to you?” Lingling asked.

The Undead considered the question for a while and smiled. “Doesn’t matter. After all, you’re not the first batch of people who entered the mausoleum. I’m not a very competent watchman.”

The Undead walked to the wall crack where Xiao Tai had previously scraped the mud out of. It stretched out its finger and moved along the patterns on the wall. The area where its finger brushed glowed faintly…