Zongzheng Huangyue also realized something was off. Wangquan Chumo looked more terrified of something happening to their master than they were, yet he wasn’t tending to her. That meant she was fine.
He was only angry at Gu Linshu and asking about the liquor...
Zongzheng Huangyue immediately flew to Wen Li’s side with a surge of spiritual energy. She reached out to check her breath and heard a snore that could just barely be heard within a one-meter radius.
Master...
She actually just passed out drunk!
She tugged at Gu Linshu’s sleeve. “Senior Brother, it seems Master... she passes out whenever she drinks, but she’s alright.”
Gu Linshu rushed over to check. It was true.
“...”
No wonder Master said alcohol ruins everything. Turns out her tolerance was non-existent, but her ego was massive.
He had seen people who couldn't hold their liquor, but never someone who got knocked out the moment it touched their lips.
This was a massive blunder. Wangquan Chumo didn't bother explaining anything to them; he ordered Zongzheng Huangyue to go back to soaking in the medicinal wine and not come out again, otherwise, all the previous effort would be for naught. Meanwhile, Gu Linshu carried Wen Li into the inner room to sleep.
Once Gu Linshu had placed Wen Li on the bed, Wangquan Chumo set up ten layers of defensive array barriers all around the medicine shop, using a spirit core as the power source for each one.
Still uneasy, he set up five ultimate slaughter arrays outside the shop that even a Late-Stage Nascent Soul would die in if they trespassed.
He couldn't help it; he was all too aware of Wen Li’s talent for attracting trouble and making enemies. He was terrified that someone would find out she was unconscious here and take the opportunity to hunt her down.
Of course, all the spirit stones required for this were exclusively sponsored by Gu Linshu.
Only after ensuring that this place was impenetrable did Wangquan Chumo drag Gu Linshu off to settle the score.
An entire month passed just like that!
Wen Li also slept for a month.
Then the second month.
Three months.
Four months.
If Wangquan Chumo hadn't sworn up and down that Wen Li was fine, and if Gu Linshu and Zongzheng Huangyue hadn't been able to hear her continuous snoring with their own ears, the two of them would have turned against him, thinking he harbored ill intentions.
Finally.
It was the fifth month.
Wen Li still hadn't woken up.
Now, Wangquan Chumo was getting anxious.
He wasn't afraid of her sleeping here, but he was afraid she would sleep for centuries. If he delayed her affairs, he would be finished, and the Beiqiong Kingdom would be finished along with him.
Though Gu Linshu was the one who poured it and handed it over, the liquor was something he had brewed and brought out. Even though he had been extremely careful to only pour tea for Wen Li, given her overbearing, unreasonable, and fiercely protective nature...
She would definitely pin all the blame on him!
No, he had to find a way to send this ancestor on her way.
“Senior Brother, will this really work?”
“M-Master... w-will she wake up?”
Inside the room stood a two-meter-long stall. Various roast chickens and ducks were brought out from high-grade heat-preserving Dharma treasures and laid out. Zongzheng Huangyue, whose legs had already been healed, sat by the bed with Gu Linshu. The two were frantically fanning in Wen Li’s direction, trying to send the aroma toward her.
As for Wangquan Chumo, he was tending to a long charcoal grill, roasting hundreds of meat skewers!
His face was covered in soot and grease, and the room was filled with an enticing fragrance.
“It might not work for others, but it definitely will for her!” Wangquan Chumo’s certain tone masked the desperation of someone who had tried every other method to no avail.
He couldn't hit her, he could only shout at the top of his lungs, and even gongs and drums were useless.
Pills were useless once swallowed.
Gu Linshu had taken her flying, diving, and even bungee jumping, but there was no reaction; the snoring continued unabated.
He had even spent two hours whispering the names of her enemies into her ear without repeating a single one. Although most of them had already been killed by her and there was no revenge left to take, it was still useless.
Wangquan Chumo had gone from panic and searching for methods to simply trying anything as a last resort.
It was unknown if Wen Li was being awakened by the scent, but Gu Linshu and Zongzheng Huangyue—the two Foundation Establishment cultivators who still needed to eat—were about to pass out from the delicious smell after fanning it for so long while starving.
They swallowed their saliva, moving their fans rhythmically like mindless assembly line workers.
The two remained silent, simply inhaling the fragrance while hungry, continuing to fan the air.
“This batch is cold. Swap it for this one. The aroma must be constant.”
At this moment, Wangquan Chumo looked like a butcher with an apron on as he brought over another pile of roasted meat.
The two disciples sighed, just about to ask if they could eat some themselves.
“Well, look at you two, eating barbecue without me. How outrageous!”
“Ah!”
“Hiss!”
Sitting there, Gu Linshu and Zongzheng Huangyue were each struck on the head, their faces contorting in pain like cartoon characters.
Having lived in fear for five months, the bloodshot and scruffy-bearded Wangquan Chumo looked up with excitement. His eyes welled up as he murmured under his breath.
“You’re finally awake... Waaaah!”
Wonderful! His descendants were saved!
In his excitement, his nose started running, and tears flowed freely. After standing for so long, his legs were numb, and he scuttled sideways like a crab, rushing forward to give Wen Li a hug.
“Beat it!”
A flying kick sent him back.
...
The night was like an ink-wash painting, hanging heavy in the sky above a desolate wilderness of ancient graves.
The cold wind was like a pack of howling, mournful beasts, rampaging over the headstones with sharp, piercing laughter. The surrounding thickets swayed and danced in accompaniment, while shadows on the ground writhed and twisted like dancing ghosts.
Countless branches rustled as they were obscured by the darkness, while the caws of crows seemed to beckon for souls.
Under the hazy moonlight, within this deathly silent and eerie graveyard, the inscriptions on countless tombstones were blurred and unreadable, as if gnawed away by the demons of time. It was unclear whether the marks were from rain or some dried liquid, but they were unsettling and horrifying.
Suddenly.
The surrounding graves began to tremble slightly before shaking violently. Clods of earth broke loose and tumbled down from the mounds as yin energy whistled and rapidly gathered at the spot.
“Caw!” Crows took flight, and leaves shuddered.
“Heh... hahaha...”
A faint, raspy, eerie laugh drifted out from the grave, sounding like a demon crawling out from the depths of hell. The laugh was filled with infinite malice and icy poison, enough to make anyone’s skin crawl and hair stand on end.
As the laughter intensified, the soil around the grave shook even more violently. The firm earth atop the mound split apart and began to slide away, as if something were about to climb out.
A skeletal hand suddenly thrust out from the central grave.
Gradually, another skeletal hand broke through the soil.
“Boom!”
The surrounding earth was instantly blasted away by a bolt of cold, ghostly blue light. Bones flew out and hovered in the air, swirling and assembling with the aid of ghostly blue spiritual energy until they finally formed a complete skeleton.
The skeleton twisted its head left and right, cracking its joints. Snap.
In the next second, the skeleton spread its arms. The yin energy from hundreds of surrounding graves instantly surged toward it. Streams of freezing cold air—enough to terrify ordinary mortals and even cultivators—were swallowed whole by the skeleton.
Gradually, the skeleton gained flesh!
A translucent, slender, and naked body appeared. From head to toe, skin, blood, and flesh were restored inch by inch.
With a wave of her hand, a set of black-gold robes automatically covered the young woman’s body.
The girl abruptly opened her eyes. A pair of pitch-black, eerie eyes flickered with dark energy before returning to normal in the next second.
With spiritual energy surging around her, she immediately sat cross-legged in the graveyard to meditate.
An unknown amount of time passed until dawn.
“Master, I’ve reached Late-Stage Foundation Establishment!”
Having already slept in the graveyard for a month to ensure nothing went wrong while Zongzheng Huangyue fused with her possessed body, Wen Li slowly rolled over and blinked, only to come face-to-face with a skull on the ground.
“Morning, Brother Ghost.”
Eerily, the skull actually moved its jaw and mouthed the word, “Morning.”
She sat up and rolled up the blanket she had spread on the ground.
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