Something must have happened inside, but getting in is not easy because her master didn't move. If he doesn't move, she can't get in; that's just her master's personality.
What happened in the Mu family's land?
It wasn't a big deal, just a group of people gathered at the former sacrificial site, which had been cleaned up. Although it was hard to see the former glory and solemnity, the remaining bloodstains and the newly added memorial tablets were enough to evoke sorrow.
Looking at the lost statue and the memorial tablet that had taken its place, everyone understood one thing: the Mu family was no longer the Mu family of the past. The powerful, arrogant, and dominant force that once held sway over the vast wilderness had begun to decline.
The ground was not fully paved, and the three groups of people were scattered about. Even the powerful martial artists and martial masters were far fewer than before, and martial artists began to appear at the front.
ridiculous……
The elders in charge of the sacrifices organized people to perform a unified worship ceremony for those who had sacrificed their lives.
As the sacrificial drums and music rose again, unlike the grand, magnificent, and expansive celebration of the Harvest Moon Festival, the sound, now in the empty space, with walls that could not be closed and gusts of cold wind blowing, faded away, sounding so mournful and indistinct.
The drumbeat reverberated, as if returning to a few days ago: the endless flames, the incessant howling, the ferocious laughter of the enemy, and the resentment and tragic deaths of those familiar to him.
At this moment, even the youngest infants, less than a month old, stopped their innate crying and felt the sorrow that came from their very blood.
The elder in charge skipped unnecessary procedures, struck the soul-summoning bell, and after a clear, cold sound, he heavily forced open his lips.
"kneel!"
All members of the Mu family knelt down, and as this scene unfolded, eulogies were recited.
"In the year of Gui Mao, in the first month of spring, the unworthy descendants of the Mou family respectfully offer this remnant of incense and candles to comfort the spirits of our ancestors:"
The crimson butterfly, transformed into blood, still embodies the righteous spirit of the Heavenly Gang; the green bones, turned to ash, still retain the true essence of the Earthly Fire…
I hate the cruel heavens, who let wolves devour my limbs; I grieve for the long road to the underworld, sending my loyal soul across the river of death.
Now, with the skulls of our enemies as the sacrificial offering and the blood of our traitors as the libation, we swear an oath beneath these ruins—
All descendants of the Mu family shall inherit the will of Fushan and emulate the unwavering determination to move mountains...
I will not drink the Meng Po soup in the netherworld, but will behead my enemy in the next life!
May you accept this offering!
As the heads of those who betrayed and killed during the clan's turmoil were laid out, the spirits of the Mu family were now being comforted.
Everyone stared at those heads, but the grief and hatred in their hearts did not diminish. How could the deaths and the things they had lost be so easily resolved?
"Yes, how can it end so easily?"
"How can such a deep-seated hatred end like this?"
"That's what you think, but you also know that the Mu family is no longer capable, and neither are you. After losing your glory, can you still stand before these ancestral tablets, before your ancestors, before those who have died?"
Will we retaliate in kind?
In the heat of the moment, faced with such questioning, the crowd responded with indignant rebuttals.
"We can! We will! We will make them pay for their crimes in blood!"
They said this, and glared at the person who dared to make such sarcastic remarks in such a sacred place!
But when they saw that figure in white, almost staggering up the steps and being helped forward, they lost interest.
The reason they came was because they were the ones who persisted when everyone else had given up, the ones who chose to risk their lives to save this land when everyone else thought leaving was the best way to preserve it.
"You can?"
"Then why have so many people left these past few days? And why, even now, do you still not dare to step out of the Mu family's territory?"
"You can?"
"Then why can't I see the confidence in your eyes, the determination in your eyes? All I see are stupid things said in the heat of the moment, empty words that you'll forget as soon as you turn your backs."
He was weak, yet he was also strong. Alone, his frail figure stood tall after everyone else had left, looking down at everyone. No one dared to meet his firm gaze.
He was there, unlike four months ago when he was below looking down at others looking down at him. The situation had reversed, and the Mu family had changed as well.
"So, here I am, a cripple without meridians, a guy so badly injured he needs help to walk, cursing you all."
Why is there no one who objects?
He stepped forward, and some objected. After he arrived, everyone bowed their heads upon seeing him, stammering and speechless. Was it fear? Respect? Reluctance? Daring?
Yes, they still remember their unparalleled power from a few days ago. They also know that someone is watching. They know everything. They understand it perfectly well in their hearts.
The Mu family is not what it used to be. Along with their domineering ways, their courage, confidence, and defiant spirit have also disappeared. This is what makes the Mu family truly vulnerable to being scattered and destroyed.
But it was just right for Dao Chengyi. He needed a pack of dogs who revered him like gods. Only in this way could they know, remember, and obey him from body and soul.
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