Chapter 31 Holy crap, it's a human-ghost!
"Elder Yuan, you don't need to worry so much. Perhaps things aren't as bad as they seem." Seeing his expression, Yun Chong could only offer gentle words of comfort.
However, he immediately added to himself, "It might be even worse."
For some reason, he always had the same ominous premonition.
However, the Spirit Weapon Hall Master on the other side was clearly comforted and was no longer as pale as before.
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"There seemed to be some movement up there just now. What happened?" Lan Yue was eating melon when she suddenly realized something was wrong. Why did the previously quiet sky suddenly emit a faint roar?
After that, the sky above the Hall of Four Arts was covered by a lit array. She could previously steal a glance at the figures of the elders, but now she could not see them at all.
Li Bai hesitated for a moment before carefully answering, "Junior Sister, something might have happened to the head of the Spirit Weapon Hall. Master just spoke to me telepathically, saying that the sect leader is inquiring about the missing disciple."
Of course, this was also something Yun Chong had Li Bai reveal, since Lan Yue would definitely notice the element's state, so it was better for him to reveal it proactively.
"I see. Our sect leader is truly a good sect leader. He only heard some news, but he still went to care about those disciples." Lan Yue said with some emotion after hearing this.
"I hope the sect leader can investigate this matter as soon as possible."
Upon hearing this, Li Bai's mind raced. "Junior Sister, have you heard any news about the missing person?"
Lan Yue immediately shook her head vigorously: "How could that be? I don't have that kind of ability! I just hope he can resolve this sooner, so I can feel at ease when making my choice!"
"Junior sister, didn't you want to learn divination?" Li Bai paused.
"Yes, I want to learn divination, but no one has said that I can't learn anything else, right?" Lan Yue looked at him with a strange expression.
Li Bai: "..."
It's not really his fault; it's just that his junior sister hadn't been able to learn how to fly on a sword for so long, and that left a very deep impression on him.
So much so that Li Bai is now starting to worry about his junior sister's cultivation speed.
"Of course she can study. Lan Yue can study whatever she wants." Qing Zhu, who had been standing to the side, had already opened an umbrella and was looking over with a smile.
"Lan Yue can go and learn formations if she wants; her senior sister is also learning formations there."
Lan Yue nodded repeatedly: "I'll have to trouble you then, beautiful senior sister!"
Qingzhu across from her smiled gently once again.
[Lan Yue: Speaking of such a good sect leader, I suddenly remembered that in the original work, it seems that Sect Leader Yun disappeared not long after the female lead officially became a disciple of the Nanling Sect.]
Otherwise, the female lead's identity wouldn't have remained undiscovered from beginning to end, and no one would have known what happened back then.
Damn it, I should have paid more attention when I read the original novel! But that scene is still a few years away, so I must observe it carefully in the meantime!
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"Senior brother, could it be from the Demon Realm..." The Second Elder's face was full of worry.
"Damn those demons, it must be them causing trouble again!" The Sixth Elder jumped up and down in anger.
Even Guangji frowned deeply, his expression showing some worry.
"Don't worry, maybe I'll find the opportunity to break through at that time and go into seclusion to do so," Yun Chong gently comforted the group of elders.
However, he was also very fortunate that he did not act rashly when he first discovered that Lan Yue possessed a celestial artifact.
Otherwise, if he angered the celestial artifact, it would simply take Lan Yue away, and how would he know so much? How would he be able to see his daughter beforehand?
According to the trajectory described in the so-called original work, they could only miss each other one after another.
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[Lan Yue: Forget it, I don't want to think about this anymore. Anyway, I still have a few years to observe. I'll continue to investigate what's going on with that gold ingot.]
Wait, why is this Yuanbao's information card black and red? The information card for that ghost from Black Ghost Village was the same color!
Wait, am I seeing things? This Yuanbao... he's not human! He's... he's mixed-race!
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The head of the Spirit Hall sighed: "Yuanbao does indeed have other bloodlines. I suspect it may be the bloodline of some kind of demon race, so after taking him over, I sealed that part of the bloodline."
"I'm also sorry to my sister; I failed to protect her at that crucial moment. However, I was on the battlefield of the Four Domains at that time. Sect Master, even if you don't care about merit, you should care about hard work. I will take him away myself when the time comes..."
Before Element could finish speaking, a resounding voice echoed across the entire mountain.
[Lan Yue: Holy crap, a human-ghost hybrid! This Yuanbao is actually the child born from the union of that ghost and a local villager! This is absolutely mind-blowing! How can something like this even happen?! This is truly an eye-opener!]
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The head of the Spirit Hall, who was kneeling halfway, just stood there frozen.
Even the other elders looked serious, because they realized something very important.
If this Yuanbao is the child born from the union of the haunted house and the local villagers, then where did Yuanxia's real child go?
Where did that haunted house go? Why didn't Elder Yuan notice it when he went there?
[Lan Yue: Where is the real nephew of the Spirit Artifact Hall Master? Oh, I see.]
Yuan Xia's child is protected by a spiritual artifact, which prevents the ghost from breaking through, and it has always been very envious of it.
He could only get the villagers to adopt Yuanxia's children, gradually lowering their guard.
However, he hadn't expected that the villagers' appetites had become so spoiled. They were used to making money by robbing and killing people, and they wouldn't really put any effort into raising a child, so they would either beat or scold him.
That child endured beatings and scoldings every day; it was no easy feat for him to survive in that muddy place.
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"Yuan Xia's real child isn't Yuan Bao?" The head of the Spirit Weapon Hall looked somewhat dazed.
So the nephew he had carefully raised all these years was actually born from that ghost?
"Impossible! Yuanbao clearly carries Yuan Xia's aura; he definitely has the blood of the Yuan family!"
How could Yuan Su be so easily fooled? He naturally had his own method of judgment, which he found by using the bloodline detection array.
The Yuan family's bloodline is somewhat special; the vitality contained in their blood is more abundant than that of others.
Yuanbao fits both of these points.
"Sigh, perhaps, after the spiritual power in the magical artifact was exhausted, those people cruelly began to extract blood." Fang Ding sighed. He suddenly thought of this and felt a chill run down his spine.
If this really happens, what will become of Yuan Xia's real child?
"Pfft!" The head of the Spirit Hall coughed up another mouthful of blood.
Fang Ding, sitting opposite him, wiped the blood splattered on his face and handed him a handkerchief.
He didn't accept the message; he was completely confused, his mind filled with images of his real nephew being tied up by the villagers and having his blood drawn again and again.
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[Lan Yue: Later, those people somehow found out that Yuan Xia came from the Southern Spirit Sect. So from the beginning, they set up a scheme there, drawing blood from that child every month and replacing it with Yuan Bao's blood.]
Moreover, the ghost actually possessed a large piece of ancient cold jade, which could conceal the gold ingot and the ghostly aura emanating from the ghost.
When the head of the Spirit Artifact Hall arrived there, he saw the packaged gold ingots, completely unaware that his nephew was a hundred meters underground, nailed to the cold jade bed by that ghost.
Good heavens, what kind of tragic beginning is this? Anyone who didn't know better would think it was the miserable childhood of some ultimate villain!
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"So that's how it is! So that tiny place actually contained millennia-old jade!" Yun Chong suddenly realized.
The Ten Thousand Year Cold Jade is a rare and precious material for refining weapons. Of course, its most important function is that it can repair injuries, isolate all auras, and even seal bloodlines.
Such rare items are not even common in their Southern Spirit Sect.
Once the Ten Thousand Year Cold Jade is born, it will surely be fought over by various sects and cultivation families, who will use it to make protective spiritual jade for their disciples.
This protective jade can not only heal injuries, but also isolate one's aura and cultivation level. Who wouldn't want it?
Beside him, Yuan Su didn't care about the millennium-old cold jade; he was on the verge of collapse just thinking about that scene.
At that time, he found it strange that he didn't check around properly. Why did he have to act like some kind of expert, not only taking away the ghost's child on the spot, but also giving gifts to everyone in the village!
He personally delivered longevity pills to the group that murdered his sister! He even wished them good health and a long life!
"Ugh." He vomited another mouthful of blood, and the blue robe he was wearing was now stained red with blood.
The elders of the Spirit Weapon Hall behind them were worried and wanted to go over, but Fang Ding stopped them.
"Given the current situation, let's not disturb him. Let him vomit blood for a while longer. Anyway, his blood is full of vitality. Let him vomit blood all day long, let alone these three mouthfuls."
"Let him cough up a few more mouthfuls of blood; it's better than keeping it bottled up inside."
The other elders of the Spirit Weapon Hall: "..."
It wasn't that they didn't want to offer comfort, but rather that the elder of the Alchemy Pavilion made a very good point.
They silently put away their magical artifacts, sighing inwardly.
How did the head of the hall end up in such a predicament?
That gold ingot looked quite kind; who would have thought it was actually a human-ghost born from a ghost?