Chapter 17: Infernum (2/2)

“No one is to make a move against Lu Yun in the next six months—no, the next thirty days. Not in the capital, at least.”

“Kill him once he’s set out for Dusk River!”

…...

“How could I possibly know who you are if you don’t tell me?” Seven days had been long enough for Lu Yun to grasp the basics of formations, and his mastery over the Enneawyrm Provenance Formation had improved as a result.

“I am—”

Bam!

The power of the formation rammed into the young man before he could finish the sentence.

Thud!

Stomped to the ground, the young man received Lu Yun’s heel in his face.

“I’m not interested now. You think you’re so high and mighty, don’t you? You want my maid, do you? Treat me as a dog, eh? Who the f*ck do you think you are?!” Lu Yun’s lips twisted into a sneer. “Tell your master that if they want me to work with you and be your mouthpiece, they’d better make it worth my time. The hell is a shitty Aurum Openia Pill?”

Thud!

Lu Yun kicked the visitor out of the manor.

The young man’s arrogance and natural air of superiority was proof that he was highly regarded in the Lu Clan. In other words, he was just like those wealthy silkpants on Earth. He would never report that he’d been humiliated by Lu Yun; it was far too humiliating. Instead, he would exact revenge himself.

Likewise, it would be unwise of Lu Yun to kill the young man. He didn’t want the Lu Clan to send someone more powerful after him, or risk being slaughtered by some old freaks. He looked up at the four immortals with fire in his gaze.

“Die!!” he roared. The image of Enneawyrm Coffinbearers manifested over his body and the formation went berserk. The nine dragons duplicated at amazing speed into hundreds—no, thousands of dragons that tore the four immortals to pieces in mid-air.

Hum!

A faint buzz sounded around Lu Yun as a soft breeze of otherworldly wind swept by. The Gates of the Abyss cracked open to admit the four immortals’ souls.

“So it seems that every time I kill someone, their soul passes through the gates to become a soldier of the underworld,” Lu Yun murmured as the formation faded away.

Over the past few days, apart from studying formations and cultivating, Lu Yun had finally figured out what the Gates of the Abyss were. The souls of anyone he killed entered the gates and became his personal troops.

Ge Long had been Lu Yun’s first kill. At the time, the gates had yet to open, so his name was written into the Tome of Life and Death instead. The book later resurrected him, but it couldn’t exercise much control over the old man, as it was lying dormant in Lu Yun’s body.

It wasn’t until Wanfeng had killed the newly-resurrected Ge Long that the old man came fully under the book’s control and became Lu Yun’s servant.

Grand Steward Xue and Old Willow hadn’t been that fortunate. The Tome of Life and Death recorded only the first person Lu Yun killed. With the Gates of the Abyss now activated, the book influenced the souls of anyone he killed to become his Infernum, a soldier of the underworld.

Unfortunately, they would cease to exist if they strayed too far from Lu Yun outside of the gates. As he grew more powerful, his troops would naturally gain more freedom of movement.

…...

“Terrible, just terrible! Lu Yuanhou, the pride of his generation, was beaten to an inch of his life and thrown out like a dead dog!” Feng Li clucked his tongue as his subordinate briefed him. “He certainly won’t let this slide. The others won’t allow Lu Yun to live, either. There’s only a month left until the Dusk River Sacrament. Lu Yun will die as soon as he leaves the city and loses the protection of the grand formation.

“Should the Feng Clan make a move as well?” His elegant eyebrows drew together. “Who the hell hid that treasure in Dusk Province anyway? This is the middle of nowhere!”

His hands behind his back, Feng Li paced back and forth. If not for the treasure that many immortals were after, they couldn’t care less who the governor of the province was.

“Sir Envoy, Lu Yuanhou of the Lu Clan requests an audience!” a chilling voice sounded from outside the door.

Feng Li shuddered. “Turn him away!” His voice rose almost an octave.

“It’s only been a few days, Feng Li, but you’re already plotting against me. Tell me, how would you like to die?” Lu Yuanhou suddenly appeared by Feng Li’s side. Blotchy bruises covered his swollen face, but his eyes were as sharp as blades and shot daggers at Feng Li.

“Don’t come any closer!” Feng Li stuttered fearfully. “I-I’m His Majesty’s special envoy. I represent His Majesty. If you dare lay a finger on me, His Majesty will hold you responsible!”

“His Majesty? It was the crown prince who sent you, wasn’t it?” Lu Yuanhou stalked toward Feng Li. “Zhao Changkong can always send another if l kill you.”

That was the Nephrite crown prince’s name.

“I’ll help you take out Lu Yun!” Feng Li blurted out before Lu Yuanhou could deliver on his death threat. “The Dusk River Sacrament will be held next month. As the governor, Lu Yun must be present. That’ll be the perfect opportunity to kill him!”

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