“What business does Fellow Daoist Mo have in my ancestor's tomb? If you have none, leave immediately, or do not blame me for being ruthless.”
Wangquan Qihuan had also noticed the spiritual energy fluctuations coming from him, which shifted between Foundation Establishment and Early-Stage Nascent Soul. He became wary, wondering if this person was strange—perhaps some old monster had possessed the young man and had yet to stabilize his cultivation.
“I merely heard that when Imperial Prince Wangquan Wuho was buried, a Moon Soul Arrow of immense power was interred with him. It was said to have made him the number one person below the Soul Formation realm. I came to see for myself how formidable this magical artifact truly is.”
Wangquan Sheng had found Wangquan Qihuan more familiar the longer he looked at him. Hearing him mention the name “Wangquan” and admitting to being of the Wangquan clan, his gaze shifted toward Wangquan Gusui, who sat dazed within the array. This was one of the clansmen who had mocked and ridiculed him the most in the past.
Suddenly, his pupils flickered. The two looked very much alike. This person...
He was Wangquan Qihuan, one of the five Imperial Princes of the Beiqiong Kingdom! By seniority, he should be addressing him as “Fifth Uncle.”
But why was he here? Wangquan Gusui had come for the Moon Soul Arrow, yet he had been placed in the array by his own father...
Something was wrong, very wrong.
He immediately shared this discovery with the old man in the bone ring, which instantly put the old man on high alert. 【I need to see the array on the floor. Get closer, but be careful not to let him discover your identity.】
“Understood.”
Wangquan Qihuan spoke coldly, “Fellow Daoist Mo has already seen the Moon Soul Arrow. It is nothing special; its power was diminished and damaged long ago. The rumors are not to be believed. Fellow Daoist Mo, please leave.”
This person was too strange to engage recklessly.
Before Wangquan Sheng could speak, the artifact soul of the Moon Soul Arrow stirred.
She immediately called out to him, “Fellow Daoist, do you want the Moon Soul Arrow? If you kill him, I will submit to you and recognize you as my master!”
Only then did Wangquan Sheng take notice of the artifact soul. This was the female of the phoenix couple his master had mentioned, the one set up by Wangquan Wuho. The male phoenix had been stripped of his bones and tendons to be refined into the bowstring.
Wangquan Qihuan glared at Yuepo. “You want to betray your master? You’re seeking death!”
He formed a hand seal, immediately striking the Moon Soul Arrow with a beam of light. The soul of the woman, Yuepo, writhed in a burning, agonizing pain.
“Ah!”
Seeing that Wangquan Sheng still refused to leave, Wangquan Qihuan concluded he was a foe rather than a friend and decided to strike first.
“Since I gave you a chance and you didn't take it, then stay here forever.”
Wangquan Sheng seized the opportunity to summon four cyan-blue longswords. He flew toward the array, wanting to give the old man in the bone ring a clear view of it.
However, Wangquan Qihuan would not budge a single step, as if he were guarding something.
The two began to clash, but since there was a gap in their cultivation realms, Wangquan Sheng struggled significantly. Cracks began to appear on his magical artifact.
【Master, have you seen it yet?】
【Almost, almost! Get a little closer.】 The old man in the bone ring was still acting quite leisurely.
Wangquan Sheng frowned and bit the bullet. He stepped onto the side wall, leaping nimbly up to a height of four meters. As a streak of cold light lunged at him, he quickly formed a seal to manifest a light shield.
Boom!
The flash of spiritual energy illuminated the entire Inner Hall, causing the seven people within the array to regain some clarity. The shockwaves from the massive collision nearly overturned the entire cavern.
Fortunately, the array had its own defenses, preventing the seven severely injured people from being affected. They immediately tried to move, attempting to break free from the array’s constraints.
Yuepo, who was being suppressed by Wangquan Qihuan, sent a secret transmission to the seven.
“The eye of this array is on Wangquan Gusui. You all...”
Wangquan Qihuan raised his hand, and a streak of golden spiritual energy shot out with the momentum of a thousand crashing thunders. Rings of light struck out at Wangquan Sheng.
“Your use of Nascent Soul spiritual energy is unrefined. You... were you possessed, or did you suppress your cultivation?”
His sharp eyes were filled with killing intent. No matter who it was, anyone who knew the truth today had to die.
Wangquan Sheng said nothing, though his arms were trembling. He raised his hand and performed a sword technique.
“Azure Dragon Technique!”
The four cyan-blue longswords merged into one, expanding dozens of times in size until it occupied nearly a third of the cavern. The majestic aura whipped his robes around as blood continued to seep uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth.
【Not good! This is a Grand Possession Array!】
Suddenly, the old man in the bone ring finally saw the array on the floor clearly. 【Quick! You must destroy this array! Wangquan Qihuan is perfectly fine; his cultivation and lifespan are nowhere near their end. He is trying to help Wangquan Wuho possess his own son! Wangquan Wuho isn't dead!】
The words in his mind made Wangquan Sheng’s pupils quiver. Wangquan Wuho, the man who was the number one below the Soul Formation realm six hundred years ago!
If he lived, Wangquan Sheng would undoubtedly die. Even if he was a descendant, it wouldn't matter. This old scoundrel Wangquan Qihuan was willing to sacrifice his own son, so what would he care about a distant relative!
【Didn't you say Wangquan Wuho was dead? You said you buried the last shovelful of dirt yourself.】
The old man in the bone ring replied, 【I did bury him! Who knew he wasn't actually dead!】
No wonder. No wonder Wangquan Qihuan, a Mid-Stage Nascent Soul, would send his son Wangquan Gusui, a Mid-Stage Golden Core, to lure people into the tomb for some Moon Soul Arrow. It was all a trap to kill two birds with one stone—using the Golden Core cultivators from other sects as fuel for the Grand Possession Array!
Wangquan Sheng struggled to resist the attacks of a powerful Nascent Soul cultivator, dodging everywhere while questioning the old man.
【Didn't you say you and Wangquan Wuho were sworn brothers? If he's resurrected, can I stay alive for the sake of your reputation?】
The old man in the bone ring fell silent for three seconds before his voice turned guilty. 【I told you that was back then. Actually, we had a falling out over something back in the day; otherwise, I wouldn't have told you to raid his tomb and dig up his treasures.】
Agh, it was all due to vanity. He had only told half the story, bragging about his friendship with Wangquan Wuho. Since the fallout wasn't exactly honorable, he couldn't very well admit they had fought over a woman—and that he had lost.
Wangquan Sheng spat out blood, not just from Wangquan Qihuan’s strikes, but from the sheer anger that made him tremble.
【You’re going to get me killed!】
With that, Wangquan Sheng saw that the seven people in the array were regaining their senses and resisting the array's power while he fought Wangquan Qihuan. They were all in the same boat now, so he directly shouted out Wangquan Qihuan’s conspiracy.
“Fellow Daoists! Wangquan Qihuan wants to use his son Wangquan Gusui’s body to help the master of this tomb, Wangquan Wuho, possess him and return to life! If he lives, none of us will leave here alive! Please, stop making things difficult for one another; we must unite to fight Wangquan Qihuan!”
The eyes of the seven inside the array flickered with shock. What? Resurrecting Wangquan Wuho, the man who died six hundred years ago?!
That was the number one person below the Soul Formation realm.
Recalling the legends of Wangquan Wuho’s ruthless methods when he guarded the Ghost Gate alone, the six Elders, including Luo Yuntian and Helian Zhou, all turned pale. They immediately exerted every ounce of their strength, mobilizing their entire cultivation to break through the array.
As for Wangquan Gusui, he looked at his father’s back in disbelief, his expression one of sorrowful terror.
“Why... Father, why?!”
But Wangquan Qihuan had no heart to pay him any mind. He focused all his strength on a strike intended to kill Wangquan Sheng once and for all.
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