Chapter 115: Fusang Purewood (1/2)

“Why, why are you in the sword?” was the only thing Qing Han managed to say after a long, stunned silence.

“I attached a strand of power that allows me to manifest an image of myself when you’re in danger.” The figure smiled and continued in a fond voice, “Did you really think I’d just let you travel alone without taking some precautions?”

Lu Yun stared at their savior, but could see nothing but a vague white haze. The figure turned to him. “You’re Lu Yun, aren’t you?”

The governor nodded slightly.

“My… cousin gave you Violetgrave. Interesting...” His oddly suggestive tone quite unsettled Lu Yun. Meanwhile, Qing Han’s face was flaming red. His cousin had seen right through his feelings!

Bam!

The white figure knocked back the pouncing grudge corpse with a careless wave.

“Shame that it won’t die,” the white figure said, bemused. “How should I deal with it?”

“Resolve its grievances! That’ll weaken it and cause its eventual death!” Lu Yun piped up. “If we demolish all of the layouts within the Skandha Extinction Tomb, its grievances will fade as well!”

Destroy all five tombs!

Inspiration had dawned on him about how his grandmaster had escaped the grudge corpse. Destroying the overall tomb would naturally dispel the accumulated resentment, and the grudge corpse would fade out of existence.

His grandmaster had almost torn down the tomb when he encountered the grudge corpse, which meant he’d encountered the zombie in a severely weakened state. In the end, he managed to escape after fully demolishing the tomb. That was the key.

To that end, though, they had to destroy all layouts in all five tombs, or the plan wouldn’t work. As it was, even the northern tomb wasn’t resolved yet. Although the Big Dipper Formation was broken, the tomb’s layout remained.

There was only one way to break the layout here: destroy the netherwood coffin.

Coffins were always the focus of any tomb. In fact, it could be said that all tombs were set up for their coffins.

……

“Destroy that crimson coffin?” The white figure shook his head after taking a look. “The power I left on the sword isn’t enough to destroy it.”

“Then take us away from that thing!” Lu Yun said. “Southeast of this chamber is the passage to the eastern tomb, the mildest among the five. We’ll be safer there.”

“Alright.” The white figure nodded. “My manifestation can last another... thirty breaths. This is the last of the power I attached to the sword. If you encounter more dangers, I won’t be able to help you.” His tone turned serious as he continued, “I’m leaving Qing Han in your care. I will hunt you down if you hurt my cousin in any way.”

“What?” Lu Yun paused. “What do you mean you’re leaving Qing Han in my care? It’s not like we’re getting married or something...”

The white figure coughed, realizing he’d said too much when Qing Han cast a murderous glare at him. “Eh! Nothing! Forget about that.”

With a wave of his hand, the shadows of the mausoleum shrank and enveloped Lu Yun and Qing Han while Violetgrave morphed into a flash of purple light.