Chapter 202 The Most Dangerous Road in the World

Lingxu Zhenjun became an immortal, and his tomb is just a cenotaph.

Whenever a leader of a sect wants to take over the position of leader, he must be led by the previous leader to enter, burn incense and worship, and announce to the True Lord, only then is the ceremony completed.

Shan Ji was too lazy to bother with all this trouble, so he pushed open the stone door of the tomb and walked in.

No one except the master himself has ever entered the tomb.

Shan Ji stood at a forked road, feeling a little uncertain:

There is a door on the left with the words "The Great Way has no resistance, cultivate my true Qi; my disciples, please go through this door" written on it.

On the door on the right was written: "Those who betray their teachers and ancestors will be killed; those who are rebels and usurpers of the throne, come through this door."

Shan Ji tilted his head and looked at the two doors. It seemed that the door on the right had never been opened or closed.

Indeed, each generation of the leader was brought in by the previous one. They considered themselves to be orthodox and naturally walked on the left according to the rules, studying the upper secrets in the secret room.

No one would consider themselves a "traitor to the throne" and choose the door on the right. Who knows if there might be some kind of poison hidden inside?

Just now in Wuyi Palace, even if she died, the old woman would not tell him where the second half of the Wuyi secret book was. Shan Ji guessed that the old woman actually didn't know for sure.

After studying the first volume of the stolen Wuyi secret book during this period, Shan Ji roughly guessed that if the first volume was a mental method, then the second volume must be a practical killing move, which would be far more powerful than the first volume.

He had to get the next volume.

Even if the entire tomb is demolished, it will be fine.

After thinking for a short moment, Shan Ji said to himself, "I am not a traitor," and pushed open the stone door on the right.

As soon as he entered the door, Shan Ji was dumbfounded.

There was no trap or poison behind the door, just another stone door with a sentence inscribed in cursive script:

"You beast! How dare you kill the Sect Leader?!"

He frowned and continued to push the door open, but in front of him was another stone door with a curse word engraved on it.

"You piece of shit, are you rebelling?! Be careful or I'll strike you with lightning!"

"You deserve to be sacrificed to the heavens for the crime of killing your master! You monster!"

"There is a God above us! How dare you, the evil creature, close your eyes at night?!"

One stone gate after another, each word of curse became more fierce than the last.

It was as if there was a divine eye watching everything from the shadows, waiting to punish the rebels with thunderous wrath.

If it were someone else, they would probably be terrified and at a loss, fearing that the ancestor would really become an immortal and come to strike them down.

Shan Ji was fearless and kicked open the last stone door with just one kick.

The words on the door, "Is the evil creature lawless? Heartless and ungrateful?" flashed before his eyes.

Then, a secret room with an ancient shape appeared before his eyes.

A scroll of iron book was placed upright in the center of the altar, with the words "The Meaningless Secret Book, Part Two" written in large characters on it.

Behind the iron book was the tablet of Lingxu Zhenjun, and next to it was another sign -

"You're so brave! That's what a good disciple of mine should be! Well done! Here's the secret manual!"

Shan Ji cursed, "Idiot!" and knocked over the tablet of True Lord Lingxu, revealing a line of words on the wall:

"Who are you calling a fool?"

Shan Ji was a little convinced now.

Even the back is a little hairy.

There is actually a person with supernatural powers who can accurately predict that a hundred years later, Shan Ji will kill the leader, steal the secret book, and come here to quarrel with him.

For a moment, he really suspected that there was such a powerful figure as Lingxu Zhenjun. Perhaps he had really achieved enlightenment and ascended to heaven, becoming the most eccentric and lawless fairy in the fairy class, setting a joke trap here, waiting to tease his favorite student.

In this case, the second volume of the secret book was most likely left for him specifically.

Thinking of this, he stood at attention the tablet of Lingxu Zhenjun, bowed respectfully, then picked up the iron book and left.

Having already learned the first volume of the Wuyi Secret Book and memorized the internal skills, Shan Ji found the second volume of practical killing moves very easy to learn and was very happy.

After he had memorized and learned all the moves, he directly threw the iron book into an alchemy furnace that had been abandoned for a long time behind the Wuyi Palace and melted it clean.

He began to think about using the gold in the back mountain, which was as much as a mountain accumulated by successive leaders, to move the Wuyi Blood Guard to the Nan Kingdom.

Move to a place very close to Yun Chen and hand over the second volume of Wuyi Secret Book to her personally.

Flying Fish General.

This was the nickname given to him, the fishmonger, by the simple and lively little girl.

She said he could always catch all kinds of herring, silverfish, snakehead fish, grass carp...

When she wanted to eat crabs, he happened to catch a lot of crabs;

When she wanted to eat red shrimps, he happened to have a basket of shrimps.

She said that he was like the Flying Fish General who commanded the shrimp soldiers and crab generals in the river. He knew what she liked to eat and would order it and stew it for her.

He was a poor boy dressed in rags. He had not had enough good food to eat for a long time, which made him short and thin, and too weak to do any work.

Because of his gambling father, no one dared to hire him.

He could only rely on his agility and flexibility to catch fish in the river.

Whether you have a full meal today or a cold one depends entirely on the mood of the Dragon King.

Sometimes my feet would be soaked until they turned white, and finally I would catch a big flower chain.

Sometimes he would jump into the winter river before the wounds on his body had healed even after being beaten by his gambling father.

The water was freezing cold and his legs were numb from the freezing, but he only caught three or two small white fish.

No matter what he caught, the door of the tall, wide and luxurious mansion would open, and a little head with pigtails would stick out, looking at him smartly with a pair of deer eyes, and buy all the fish and shrimp.

In fact, he knew that there had never been a flying fish general, and there was no such thing as him always catching the fish and shrimp that she liked to eat.

It was just that the kind-hearted girl couldn't bear to see him selling fish on the street and making a living in the wind and rain.

That sweet "Brother Feiyu" was just to protect a boy's fragile self-esteem.

Sometimes he himself wondered why he never hated her even though it was so hard back then.

It was obvious that behind the tall, wide and luxurious mansion gate, the person who was by her side, loving and pitying her with all her heart, was also his mother.

He wanted to hate her, but looking at those innocent eyes that knew nothing about the filth of the world and had no defense against him, listening to her chasing him and calling "brother" again and again, and shamelessly pestering him to learn how to swim, he just couldn't bear it.

He looked at the stern and cold courtyard wall, and he knew that his mother was suffering more than he was.

He also knew that if the truth ever came to light one day, Yun Chen, this carefree little girl who was doted on by her parents, would fall from grace and lose all their love.

Sure enough, his gambling addict father finally went crazy and went to the house to force the woman who was married to another man to divorce him.

Years of deception were finally exposed, and the past was revealed in a bloody manner. His mother, who was also Yun Chen's mother - the poor woman died in despair while terminally ill.

When he ran back from the small river in the suburbs, he saw only the tablets, incense sticks and white banners smashed into a mess in front of the mansion gate.

Twelve-year-old Yun Chen left, taking her mother, who was also his mother, with her.

It was as if he had lost everything overnight, and he felt unprecedented fear and loneliness.

His mother who loved him in Gaomen is gone, and Chen'er, who called him brother, is also gone.

He felt that he deserved to die for fishing in the river that day! He wasted time!

Otherwise, he could hug his mother and take her away with him.

Otherwise, his lovely and pitiful half-sister would not have been lost.

But he just wanted to catch two more crucian carp so that Yun Chen could take them to make soup for his sick mother...

Now, there is nothing.

The culprit was still living a life of debauchery and boasting in the gambling house.

So, he committed a heinous crime, he went against the principles of heaven, and he cut off the head of his gambling father with a knife.

He was covered in blood and stood at the door of his house in a daze. It happened that the tenth generation leader of the Wuyi Blood Guard passed by the door and smiled at him.

From then on, he embarked on the most dangerous road in the world.