Chapter 68 The Secret of the Wuqi Clan's Immortality

The candle is lit.

The moment Ye Li saw what was inside the room, she was so shocked that she took two steps back.

The densely packed clay figurines occupied most of the room, their mottled bodies flickering in the candlelight.

The uneven surface is hidden in the shadows.

They either curled up or stiffened.

A pair of hollow, sunken eyes stared intently at her, weaving a sinister and terrifying web.

Ye Li was horrified and stood at the door for a long time, not daring to step in.

These are...

Chu Wei, however, was quite used to the presence of those strange clay figures. He put down his sword and walked towards the inner room.

Ye Li took a deep breath and silently followed behind Chu Wei.

During this time, she tried to avoid eye contact with the clay figurines, for fear that one of them might suddenly come to life.

The interior was slightly more normal, with only a few cabinets and some tools for carving clay figurines.

Chu Wei took off his outer robe, grabbed a change of clothes, and went to the bathhouse.

Seeing that he began to undress, Ye Li decided not to watch any longer and returned to the outer room.

After the initial shock, she calmed down considerably.

She began to wonder why Chu Wei made so many clay figurines. What was their purpose?

Could it be related to the legend of the Wuqi Clan's resurrection?

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"Were the clay figurines used to revive the Wuqi tribe?"

Xie Sixing, who was lounging on the couch, heard Ye Li's question, and his crossed legs wobbled. He propped his head up with a half-smile and said, "Didn't you suspect me, Daoist? Why are you asking me now?"

Ye Li frowned slightly, "Do you even know?"

A soft laugh.

Xie Sixing sat up. "Young Taoist priest, you're too impatient. This isn't the way to ask for help."

Although Ye Li has a high level of cultivation, she focuses all her attention on cultivation and is somewhat slow to understand human relationships.

Why should I ask you that?

Xie Sixing looked at the bewildered expression on Ye Li's face, which was different from her usual serious and rigid demeanor, and quickly curled his lips into a smile. Then he clenched his fist to his lips and coughed lightly.

"Of course it's because you need my help. You've forgotten, I'm an evil spirit, not some selfless good person."

really!

Ye Li said seriously, "Then how do you want me to beg you?"

Xie Sixing's gaze swept over her, and he smiled, "How about repaying me with your body?"

"you!"

"Just kidding, tell me about yourself, I'm really curious about you."

Ye Li paused for a moment, "I'm a person who is disliked by others, there's nothing to say."

"Then tell me how you were rejected."

Xie Sixing took out some dried fruit and pretended to be listening to an opera.

Ye Li: "..."

In exchange, Ye Li recounted her entire life story to Xie Sixing.

She doesn't tell stories; she just narrates them in a completely flat and straightforward manner.

She described how she was tortured and killed by the masked man in a very calm manner.

Upon hearing that Ye Li's inner core had been extracted, Xie Sixing glanced at her expressionless face, his eyes flickering slightly.

Just as she was about to speak, she was interrupted by a loud "waa waa" cry.

Huo Huo, who had been eavesdropping, cried out, "Mother! How pitiful you are! Huo Huo wants to burn them to death!"

Ah Jin, on the other hand, was much more reserved. He advised, "Burning to death is too violent, Huo Huo. Let's dismember the body instead."

Huo Huo fiercely wiped away her tears, "Then I'll tear them to pieces first and then burn them! Those bastards who bullied Mother, I won't let a single one of them get away when I get out!"

Ye Li thought to herself: You won't get out. I won't let you out.

Xie Sixing found their crying too noisy, so he waved his hand, and they immediately fell silent.

He raised his arm behind his head and lazily looked at Ye Li, "You mean, after that masked man killed you, he used your body to cast a blood curse?"

Ye Li pressed further, "What does that mean? What do you know?"

"Me?"

The man's drawn-out tone carried a hint of amusement. Just as Ye Li was about to probe whether he knew anything inside, he said innocently, "I stay here and never leave the house. What could I possibly know?"

"Then how do you know that's called a blood curse?"

"Just a guess. What can a talisman made of blood be called? It must be a blood curse."

Ye Li was skeptical. She looked Xie Sixing up and down, about to ask him something else, when he suddenly said, "Yes."

Ye Li didn't react for a moment, "What is it?"

"You asked me if clay puppets were a way to revive the Wuqi Clan, and you're right."

It's true.

Xie Sixing said slowly, "Although the Wuqi Clan is immortal, their hearts will stop beating every five hundred years. At this time, the clansmen need to bury them in the ground and wait for them to be revived after a hundred years."

Ye Li was puzzled, "Shouldn't they be buried in the ground? What does it have to do with clay figurines?"

Xie Sixing raised his hand and hooked the tassel on the bed. Behind the swaying tassel, the corner of his lips curled up in a smile that was both mocking and sarcastic.

"A hundred years? That's too long. Who knows what might happen during that time? For example, Daoist Master, if you are from the Wuqi Clan, do you have anyone you can entrust with your life?"

Ye Li lowered her eyes.

She once thought she had it.

She has a master, a childhood sweetheart fiancé, and fellow disciples.

But since her death, she has experienced the full spectrum of human nature.

They were indifferent to her death, turned a blind eye, let alone help look after her body.

She didn't.

Xie Sixing saw through her thoughts and said knowingly, "So, no one wants to entrust their life to someone else, so they choose another way."

Although the Wuqi Clan transcends the Six Paths, they still cannot escape the Way of Heaven.

If they don't want to be buried deep underground, they have to deceive the Heavenly Dao and make it believe that they have already gone through reincarnation.

This is also the reason why clay figurines came into being.

Every member of the Wuqi tribe, upon reaching adulthood, feeds the soil with their own blood.

Day after day, year after year, until you establish a connection with it.

Then they would carve the blood-stained soil into the shape of clay figurines.

“Every few decades, the clay figurines will shed their outer shell. Gradually, they will resemble their owner and become like real people.”

Ye Li shuddered as she thought of the clay figurines in Chu Wei's room.

Xie Sixing turned his head to look at her, "Didn't you say you were going to slay demons and eliminate evil spirits? What, are you scared?"

He figured it out.

Since entering the immortal sect, Ye Li has always been ruthless and fearless. If there's anything she's afraid of, it's ghosts.

Suppressing the chill that ran down her spine, she tried to appear fearless. "I'm not scared, please continue."

Xie Sixing smiled when he saw her fingers tightly gripping the hem of her dress.

He didn't expose the young Taoist priest who was pretending to be mature, and stopped scaring her. He said in a normal tone, "Once the clay figurines are no different from their owners, they can bury them in the ground and deceive the heavens. As long as the clay figurines are safe, they can live forever."

Ye Li hesitated, "So, the clay figurines are the evil magic they use to achieve immortality? What does that have to do with reviving them?"

Xie Sixing looked into her eyes, a half-smile on his face, "When they were alive, the clay figurines were tools for their pursuit of immortality. But what if they died?"

Ye Li was stunned for a few seconds. Suddenly, she realized something and broke out in a cold sweat on her back.