Chapter 54 It turns out that Ye Zhao has never lied to him
“No matter how difficult it is, I will climb to the top again!”
"Ye Zhao, just wait for your intestines to turn green with regret!"
…
The Luoxia Peak is shrouded in clouds and mist like smoke, dotted with a few wisps of purple and red sunset clouds, outlining a series of strange contours.
Jiang Weiqing followed Ye Wange into a secluded courtyard on the mountainside. The surroundings were quiet and silent, with only the rustling of wind through dead branches.
This courtyard looks elegant, but it is actually extremely cold. Dried brown-red bloodstains can be vaguely seen in the cracks between the bricks. The wind chimes on the eaves tinkle, but the sound seems to come from the underworld.
Ye Wange led him into the main hall and said calmly, "Wait for me in the courtyard first. Don't move."
Ye Wange pointed to a side hall in the corner, then turned around and left. However, when Jiang Weiqing was not looking, her expression suddenly turned gloomy.
I don’t know who turned Jiang Weiqing into a puppet before her, which saved her the trouble.
The last time Pei Yan and Shen Yubai were refined, something went wrong during the refining due to insufficient preparation, resulting in the two of them not being completely refined into puppets.
This time, she must prepare all the materials needed for refining to ensure that nothing goes wrong...
Jiang Weiqing sat down on the bluestone chair, looked at the wrinkled skin on the back of his hand, and murmured softly: "If Fairy Wangyue is willing to help me, she will definitely help me recover..."
He closed his eyes, and a fantasy scene unconsciously appeared in his mind.
Ye Zhao stood in front of Qingyue Peak, looking extremely lonely: "Weiqing, I shouldn't have given up on you. It was Master's fault... Come back."
"As long as you are willing to come back, Master will definitely make it up to you."
"These elixirs are all yours, take them."
“…”
He looked at her with a look of disdain, like a god, as if she were trash: "It's too late. I no longer want to be your disciple."
Jiang Weiqing curled his lips, lost in the moment, and even began to think about how he could avenge his past humiliation and make those who were currently mocking him beg for mercy on their knees...
In his previous life, he became a sect elder by relying on his cultivation in the Spirit Transformation Realm. It shouldn't be too difficult in this life. When the time comes, he will send all the disciples of Qingyue Peak to do odd jobs in the back mountain, and call them over to whip them when he is in a bad mood!
As for Ye Zhao?
Considering that she had taught him for many years, if she admitted her mistakes with a good attitude, he could let her go and let her stay by his side to do odd jobs...
“Bang—”
Suddenly, a muffled sound came from not far away.
Jiang Weiqing opened his eyes and looked towards the source of the sound.
It was a dark red lacquer cabinet carved with vine patterns. It looked extremely old, and the legs of the cabinet were faintly covered with a layer of dried black blood.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
There was another series of violent collisions, and it seemed as if something inside was struggling desperately.
Driven by curiosity, Jiang Weiqing slowly approached and reached for the lock with trembling fingers.
“Click.”
He slowly opened the cabinet door.
In an instant, a fishy stench hit my face, like the smell of a corpse that had been rotting for months.
Jiang Weiqing covered his nose and looked into the cabinet.
In the cabinet, there were actually two puppet figures curled up, and their appearance was almost exactly the same as his!
only……
Their eyeballs were bulging, the corners of their mouths were sewn with black thread, and their shoulders and knees were nailed tightly to the black wooden board with thick nails. Black blood oozed out along the nails, forming mottled bloodstains in the cabinet.
The throat of one of the puppets was still moving, and it was obviously still alive and conscious, making a slight whimpering sound.
The other had a tilted head and its eyes were wide open.
“What…what is this…?”
Jiang Weiqing's pupils suddenly shrank, his legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground.
He instinctively wanted to close the cabinet door, but found that the living puppet slowly raised its head.
"Don't... don't come over here..." He collapsed to the ground, crawling backwards with his hands.
In a trance, an idea came into his mind.
These two puppets... could it be that... they were also brought in by Ye Wange like him?
Jiang Weiqing felt cold all over. He suppressed his fear and looked around, trying to find other clues to see if he could figure out what Ye Wange was doing.
He found an unclosed volume of martial arts manuals in the middle of the long table, so he opened it with trepidation. A line of words caught his eye, shocking him.
Puppet Refining Technique: Used in conjunction with the Soul-Capturing Technique, it can extract the souls of living people, refine bones and shape the body, communicate with the spirit through blood, and subdue the soul with a curse. Those who are cursed will be unable to escape, becoming a puppet slave and never being able to reincarnate...
Jiang Weiqing's hand trembled, and the jade slip fell to the ground with a "pop".
The true secret of body control!
Isn’t this the technique that the old Taoist priest gave him?
How come Ye Wange also knew this?
Also, puppetry...
He recalled what Ye Zhao had said to him that day.
"Ye Wange practices the evil art of puppetry. If you get close to her, you'll be used as material sooner or later."
"You are my disciple, I have invested many years of hard work in you and have high hopes for you. I don't want you to be wasted in Ye Wan's singing career."
"So, stay away from Ye Wange."
At that time, he was arrogant and did not take Ye Zhao's warning seriously. He even thought that his master was jealous of his closeness with Ye Wange.
In order to oppose Ye Zhao, he even deliberately talked and laughed with Ye Wange in front of him.
If he accidentally obtained some elixir or magic treasure, he would send someone to deliver it to Xia Ling Peak as soon as possible. He treated Ye Wange better than he treated his master Ye Zhao.
At that time, he felt that Ye Wange's character and cultivation talent were beyond Ye Zhao's reach.
But now...
Jiang Weiqing looked at the two miserable puppets in the blood cabinet and felt a shudder running up his spine.
He once thought that Ye Zhao was a habitual liar who would do anything to achieve his goals and was not worthy of being a teacher.
I didn’t expect to find out now that everything Ye Zhao said was true!
Not only are his parents not good people, but even Ye Wange is not a righteous cultivator.
Ye Zhao, never lied to him!
"It turns out that I was the one who was wrong... It turns out that I was the one who was wrong..." Jiang Weiqing murmured, his legs and feet shaking uncontrollably.
He ran out of the house desperately and crawled into the forest path, with only one thought in his mind.
Run! If you don't run, you will die!
As long as he saves his life, he still has a chance to get Ye Zhao's forgiveness, and then he may be able to start over!
Jiang Weiqing fled to the end of the back mountain in one breath and ran into an old woodshed.
The door creaked and a foul smell came to my nose.
Jiang Weiqing frowned and looked in the direction of the smell.
On the dirt bed in the woodshed lay a man who had been tortured beyond recognition.
The man was wrapped in bloodstained coarse cloth, his hands and feet twisted at strange angles as if broken, his body covered with wounds both old and fresh, and there was still dried blood at the corners of his mouth.
Jiang Weiqing moved a little closer as if possessed by some mysterious force.
The man's face flashed in the dim light.
His eyes widened and he gasped in disbelief.
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