Yun Wei spoke casually, but his words struck others like thunder, sending chills down their spines.
Especially the words "Grand Magister".
They cautiously observed Yun Wei, then hastily looked away when he looked at them, avoiding eye contact.
No one could have imagined that a Grand Magister would grace the city of Bili would arrive.
What is the concept of a Grand Magister?
The Continent of Elemental is a continent of magic, and the title of Archmage is the honor bestowed upon those who have reached the pinnacle of magic.
They are the beings who stand at the very top of all the rules of the Continent of Elements.
They are magic itself.
The people of Bili City then seemed to wake from a dream, recalling the spell that had been hovering above their heads.
The spell, which was not yet finished, was extremely oppressive even in its prelude, so it must be a forbidden spell!
Only Huo Miaodan, who was forcing herself to remain calm and composed, was unaware of what was going on. She lowered her voice and asked her closest confidant, "Is the Grand Magister very powerful? If we were to invite him to be a guest elder of the Huo family, how much salary would we need to pay him each month?"
Upon hearing this, the confidant's expression turned complicated, especially when he saw Yun Wei looking in that direction with a half-smile and amusement on his face.
The gaunt man with a pockmarked face hurriedly lowered his head and also lowered his voice, saying only to his hopeless master, "It is said that the Grand Magister enjoys immunity in the Zhuyuan Continent, and no one can stop him from killing indiscriminately."
In fact, this is a privilege that only a level four archmage can enjoy.
A level four archmage is already a target of fierce competition among various forces across the continent.
After all, Level 3 and Level 4 are a natural dividing line.
Level 4 spells are already capable of inflicting considerable area damage on legions composed mainly of ordinary people in lord-level battles, or easily controlling the situation through various buffs and debuffs, thereby influencing the course of the battle.
Upon hearing his confidant's warning, Huo Miaodan's fingernails began to ache again. His eyes were vacant as he muttered to himself, repeating nothing more than stubborn phrases like "lawless" and "outrageous."
Yun Wei naturally took in the reactions of everyone present.
What frustrated him was that most of the young men from the four families in Bili City were rather isolated.
Those who travel far and wide like Nangong Ning, or are as well-read as Qin Lushu, are actually few and far between. Most of the rest just seek pleasure and indulge in a life of extravagance and debauchery in the Nine Heavens.
So much so that his mentions of "necromantic system" and "alchemy laboratory" were less intimidating than the words "Grand Magister".
Yun Wei coughed lightly, and the square immediately fell silent again, with only the sound of torches burning quietly, like the wind blowing through the pages of a book.
Now that things had come to this, he could only put on airs and say indifferently, "No one is closer to the dead than a necromancer, so I know that these eight people have been wronged."
As he said this, he stretched out his hand, and a grayish-white light shot out from his fingertips like sparks, entering the bodies of the eight vengeful corpses and forming a temporary pact with them.
Having lost the power of the Abyss Apostles, these vengeful corpses had begun to rot from the inside out, and all he did was slow it down.
Once the contract was made, a huge skeletal phantom appeared behind him. The grayish-white light resembled a god that had existed since ancient times, solemn and awe-inspiring.
Huo Miaoyuan, his face covered in filth and his body gleaming with the same gray light, walked forward with stiff steps, suddenly kneeling before Yun Wei, and said in a hoarse voice, "This humble one... Huo Miaoyuan... accuses my younger brother... Huo Miaodan... of murder..."
Huo Miaoyuan spoke with great difficulty because he had already died, and even his vocal cords were stiff.
If the deceased could speak, countless mysteries would be solved.
But how could such an absurd thing happen in the world? How could someone who is clearly dead come back to life?
The one who could least accept all of this was Huo Miaodan, who was surrounded by a group of servants.
The moment Huo Miaoyuan opened her mouth, he pinched his thigh hard, praying that it was all just a dream.
"Now that the aggrieved party has been identified, may I ask if there is anyone in Bili City who will uphold justice?" Yun Wei asked.
The hoarse voice was clearly audible, but it eventually dissipated into the night wind.
Yun Wei opened his eyes and slowly scanned the crowd. He saw that the faces of the people from Bili City were all extremely complicated, and they were all silent as if they were trembling with fear.
Clearly, Huo Miaodan's power has grown even stronger over the past two decades.
Even knowing the twists and turns of the past, no one dared to stand up now and criticize the Huo family head who had been manipulating events in Bili City.
Huo Miaodan also realized what was going on at this moment.
He knew that it was once again the power he firmly held in his hands that would save him from danger.
The years of domestication have been quite effective. As long as he holds onto this power tightly, he will remain the uncrowned king of Bili City.
Even if he called a deer a horse, his subordinates would be too busy flattering him to even notice.
As for those who dare to step forward, they can be listed out and killed later.
Although she felt somewhat relieved, Huo Miaodan was still a little scared.
It would be best to expel these unruly outsiders from Bili as soon as possible.
In the future, it must be repeatedly emphasized that outsiders must obtain permission from Tianji Prefecture before entering the city, and are not allowed to enter the city without authorization!
Thinking of this, Huo Miaodan said with a forced smile, "I don't know what kind of sorcery you used, but in this Bili City, the unchangeable rule is justice."
Seeing Yun Wei lower his eyes and remain silent, the middle-aged man, whose eyes held a more venomous resentment than those of the vengeful corpses, continued:
"The rule is that when a person dies, he or she should be wrapped in a straw mat and sent eastward with the waves."
"Instead of coming back from the dead to spew false accusations—"
Before he could finish speaking, an invisible force suddenly struck his chest. This force was truly bizarre, like a hammer slamming into his heart, throwing him violently backward.
The cracking sounds were quite crisp, and it was unclear how many of Huo Miaodan's ribs were broken. Behind him, the obedient servants collapsed, each clutching their heads and groaning in pain.
Yun Wei stood there with his hands clasped in his pockets, glancing disgustedly at Huo Miaodan, whose expression had turned ashen, and sneered, "You're right. But you seem to have forgotten that in this world, only power is the true rule bestowed by heaven."
Yun Wei is in a very bad mood right now.
It wasn't because Bili City disappointed him so much, but rather the suffocating reality of this continent of Zhuyuan.
Is a world overrun by zombies the apocalypse?
wrong.
A world where the strong prey on the weak is the end of the world.
Because humanity has lost the glory that made them worthy of the universe's attention, abandoned sorrow and pity, and become no different from beasts.
In his previous life, he had already witnessed far too much arrogant bullying and pointless killing.
Like an endless cycle, those who bully others by relying on their power and those who prey on the weak will ultimately suffer the consequences.
He kept reminding himself never to become a slave to power like those other people with superpowers.
But at this moment, when he stood on the ninth heaven of Bili City and caught a glimpse of the smug Huo family patriarch, he finally couldn't help but take action.
Because in his ears, through the faint temporary contract, Huo Miaoyuan's murmurs kept echoing.
That young man could have had a bright future—it has to be said, this reminded him of his own Issa.
But now, after her plea went unanswered, Huo Miaoyuan kept thanking him.
The other party's sanity, which was sustained by resentment, weakened further and further until it finally dissipated, leaving behind only a string of words that kept repeating.
After some effort to identify it, Yun Wei could only vaguely hear:
"I don't want to go back... The seawater is so cold..."
Yun Wei didn't know how to describe his feelings. At that moment, he was so desperate that he was about to cry.
So he didn't want to listen to Huo Miaodan's smug lecture anymore.
His rage transformed into pure magic, which he unleashed upon that incompetent and immoral wretch.
Regardless, Yun Wei will always be grateful for the existence of magical power.
He will forever remember the maxim written on the title page of "The Dead's Tale":
"In the face of death, everyone is equal."
When worldly forces are no longer able to restrain the evil deeds before our eyes, we can only place our hopes on this supernatural power to take its place.
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