Chapter 48: Feinie (1/2)

Lu Yun was a qi realm cultivator. Though he hadn’t tapped into Violetgrave’s full power, he’d used it to cut down countless undead hags and monsters in their exploration, and he’d even used it to kill the Skyriver city lord, a peak origin core cultivator.

It would be too taxing for even Qing Han to use a ninth-rank treasure in such a way. However, the Dusk governor didn’t even seem strained.

Does he have a shared fate with the sword? Qing Han’s thoughts wandered into a flight of fancy.

“That’s right. With the dragonseal stone damaged and its essence released, the layout will be broken as well!” Lu Yun nodded.

The dragonseal stone was heavy and impenetrable because there was a layout hidden within, suppressing everything it sealed away. Now that the stone’s essence had dissipated and the layout was broken, it was just a regular hunk of rock.

Suddenly, Lu Yun’s hair stood on end. “Run, Yuying!!”

From the corpsewater pond behind her rose a giant head. It was the undead hag! The titanic undead hag was crawling ashore!

Startled, Yuying grabbed Qing Han and ran toward Lu Yun, casting a ball of emerald fire at the cut surface of the stone.

Whoosh!

The stone burst into flame.

“Don’t burn all of it,” Lu Yun hurried out as he stared at the giant undead hag, which had almost fully crawled onto the bank. “Just put a hole into the door!”

“You mewling shitgibbons! How dare you try to steal my treasure! You have a death wish, huh!” Li Youcai exclaimed.

What on earth is this fatty made of? Lu Yun wondered. The fatty had fainted after being severely injured, but was as energetic as ever when he came to.

Yueshen had once again twisted his perception of the world. Whatever he saw had prompted him to enlarge the Seal of Mountains and Rivers, turning it into a minor mountain that brutally slammed into the undead hag’s cheek.

Thud!

The impact sent it teetering back and forced a piercing shriek out of its mouth. Meanwhile, Yuying had managed to burn a hole into the dragonseal stone with Emerald Mistfire. Even without the layout, the stone itself was extremely hardy and it had taken her a good while for the fire to punch a large enough hole in it.

“You and Qing Han go first!” Lu Yun rushed out. His envoy helped Qing Han into the chamber, and he followed closely behind them. Miao was already inside, as he’d moved as soon as the hole was made.

“What the hell is that?!” Li Youcai had finally seen the undead hag for what it was. With a wail, he scrambled into the annex room, barely able to squeeze his rotund body through the hole.

The annex room only spanned about thirty-six meters; there weren't any items of note except for the figure in the center of the room.

“The Truewater city lord!” Qing Han exclaimed subconsciously.

Lu Yun took a good look and echoed his sentiment, “The city lord!”

A lady in black sat cross-legged on a mat, her eyes closed. Her skin was fair and her features delicate, the black silk robe she was wearing fully accentuating her curves. She looked about sixteen, and her stunning beauty could match that of Mo Yi and Yuying. The only thing tarnishing her perfection were faint traces of resentment and hatred in her expression.

She looked just like the violent ghost from earlier.

“Is that the Formation Orb?” Lu Yun noticed the glowing white orb the woman was holding. Its luminescence illuminated the room, penetrating the walls and reaching far beyond. “So this is the source of light in the burial mound.”

“This is what the legends call the light of formations,” Qing Han murmured. “The illumination traveled outside and morphed into layers of formations circling the burial mound, transforming it into Myriad Formation Summit.”

The two were lost in thought as they stared at the treasure. “I won’t tell anyone,” the imperial envoy suddenly added.

Lu Yun nodded. “Alright.” He approached the city lord’s body one step at a time.

“Holy, that’s an eye! A ginormous eye!!” Li Youcai’s distinctive wail rang through the room.

Everyone turned to find a horrifyingly pale eyeball peeking through the hole in the stone door, the whites of its eye showing a reflection of everyone in the room.

“Seal it,” ordered Lu Yun. The undead hag couldn’t hurt them for now, but being stared at by a large eyeball was still quite unsettling.

Swoosh!

Emerald fire leapt from Yuying’s hand and formed a ball that stoppered the hole, shielding them from the undead hag’s chilling gaze.

Yueshen wanted to make Li Youcai use his seal, but she wasn’t sure what she had to make him see for him to do so. The seal was, after all, his most precious treasure. She’d managed to induce the fatty into throwing away all of his valuables, but he just wouldn’t let go of the seal.

Lu Yun walked toward the city lord’s body.

“Wait,” Qing Han said in a trembling voice. “I can tell that her body has long decomposed into corpse powder, and the Formation Orb is the only thing maintaining her form. As soon as you take it, her body will dissipate. Even a little powder from the body of a golden immortal will kill you.”