Chapter 191: Tricking the Martial God (1) (1/2)
191 : Tricking the Martial G.o.d (1)
Li Qiye eventually climbed up high peak rolling paths that ranged for ten thousand miles with the rest of the group. Where they finally stopped, this peak looked like a coiling dragon entrenched in this location.
They then entered a mysterious valley on top of the high peak. Without Li Qiye leading the way, the group of Li Shuangyan would not easily be able to find their way through this type of narrow mountain!
There were the sounds of flowing streams inside this valley. The stream cleansed the lava nearby, issuing very pleasant noises. This mysterious valley on top of the high peak resembled a Heavenly Grotto, giving off a comfortable and fresh sensation once inside.
They then stopped at a nondescript canyon surrounded by lush trees and sweet gra.s.s. There was nothing else in front of them besides a towering cliff at the end. The only thing noticeable about the cliff was that it was extremely smooth!
Li Qiye signaled for s.h.i.+ Gandang and Niu Fen to put the ceremonial offerings down, then he began to throw the fake money on the ground and led the way. After making one circle after another with the fake money, Li Qiye — like an announcing servant — loudly shouted: “Sacred Wu Clan, descendant of the 637th generation, Wu Binglan, bringing along her husband and servants to honor the Sacred Ancestor. Honor to the Sacred Ancestor for obtaining the Coiling Dragon Mountain as your grave and earning the t.i.tle Coiling Dragon Mountain Lord. We, the Wu Clan’s descendants, remember the wise sages and recall the glorious days of our Sacred Ancestor and couldn’t sleep at night…”
Li Qiye was like an announcer jumping around in a circle. He took out a golden bell out of nowhere and started to tap on it, creating deep clanking bell sounds as if they were capable of reaching h.e.l.l itself.
“Son-in-law Qiye along with my wife Wu Binglan, the 637th descendant of the Wu Clan, are here. First, we wors.h.i.+p the ancient heaven. Second, we wors.h.i.+p the nine h.e.l.ls. Third, we wors.h.i.+p the Sacred Ancestor…” After finis.h.i.+ng his dance, he winked towards Li Shuangyan and bowed down. Li Shuangyan also quickly held the tile up and bowed as well.
The group of Chen Baojiao also bowed down. This type of ceremony gave the group of s.h.i.+ Gandang a strange feeling as if they were not wors.h.i.+pping the dead, but were wors.h.i.+pping the devils instead!
After the ceremony was over, Li Qiye burned all the ceremonial offerings on the table. After burning the fake money, Li Qiye opened the Heavenly Ceremonial Soup’s cover and sang: “Our Wu Clan’s Sacred Ancestor, today is the day when your descendants come to wors.h.i.+p and ask the heavens to show us our fates. We offer the Heavenly Ceremonial Soup to the dao and respectfully beseech for Sacred Ancestor to come out and taste the heavenly soup…”
While the group of Li Shuangyan was creeped out by Li Qiye’s lyrics, an incredible thing happened. A flowing mist rose out of the Heavenly Ceremonial Soup, and these mists were like immortal curtains draping down or the natural darkness directly communicating with the ravines of h.e.l.l.
“Zha–zha–zha–” At this point, an unthinkable matter occurred. The smooth cliff ahead slowly split open and a coffin slid out from inside. This coffin was extremely finely crafted from G.o.dly metals. On top were ancient proses along with eye-catching carved dragons and phoenixes. Anyone who saw it would immediately know that the one buried inside was an unfathomable character.
In the blink of an eye, the coffin opened and a person stepped outside! Even though this was not their first time seeing such a scene, the group of Chen Baojiao still felt very alarmed.
The person who came out was an old man wearing a royal crown and dragon robe while carrying a boundless imperial aura. This person was a supreme ruler who reigned over millions of existences.
The old man who came out did not look like a dead person at all, but his eyes were closed as if he was sleeping. This was very similar to the Treasure Lords.
“The Wu Clan’s son-in-law along with my wife Wu Binglan, the 637th descendant, is here to honor Sacred Ancestor…” After the old man walked out of the coffin, Li Qiye immediately bent his body down while chanting.
Li Shuangyan also immediately bowed her head along with the others. At this time, the old man gently waved his hand and the tile on Li Shuangyan’s hands appeared on his palm.
The old man gently caressed the eaves-tile. The initially calm expression, without any emotions, suddenly let out a moving sentiment. Even though his eyes were closed, he lightly touched this tile and murmured: “Wu Clan ah Wu Clan!”
After a while, the old man lifted his head and suddenly opened his eyes, letting two b.l.o.o.d.y lights fall down on Li Shuangyan’s body.
In this very moment, Li Shuangyan’s heart was beating heavily and tense. One had to know that she was a fake Wu Clan’s descendant. Once this second ancestor of the Wu Clan noticed, their fates would be doomed!
Li Shuangyan was not sure at all. This matter of pretending to be of someone else’s bloodline was her first time.
Only Li Qiye was very calm. Other people would actually think that he was really the 637th son-in-law of the Wu Clan just by looking at his demeanor! In reality, Li Qiye didn’t really care at all.