Chapter 142 Corpse Technique
The shamans were willing to submit to the Canglan God, but if they abandoned their homes and moved their tribes to the Canglan territory, the remains of their ancestors would be left unprotected and would surely be found during the patrols of the heavenly palaces.
If one only submits to Lord Canglan without moving their family property, the remains of their ancestors will also be at risk of being exposed to Lord Canglan.
They no longer have a true great shaman to take the bodies of their ancestors with them.
Finally, Wu Yue overruled the objections of others and invited Jiao Jue to discuss the matter.
Wu Yue looked at Jiao Jue and said, "My lord, we are willing to submit to Canglan Divine Lord, but our clan has relics that are difficult to properly arrange."
As they spoke, the shamans escorted Jiao Jue into the inner room of the ancestral hall.
Wu Yue activated the mechanism, led Jiao Jue through the passageway, and opened another heavy stone door, pointing out the nine remains of great shamans placed inside to Jiao Jue one by one.
These nine great witch bodies had no heartbeats, as if they were simply asleep. They held dark blue crystals in their hands, and the coffins beneath them were filled with spirit crystals to nourish the corpses.
The Great Witch Yue said, "Lord Golden Dragon, these are the most precious heritages of our clan. They are powerful weapons that can conquer the Nine Provinces and attack the Heavenly Palaces."
However, to activate them requires a Great Witch Realm expert, which our clan currently lacks. If we submit to the Canglan Mountains, the remains of these ancestors will likely be exposed.
As Jiao Jue gazed at the remains, for some reason, he thought of Ji Rong's strange bird again, and said, "Call Ji Rong here. She has a lot of ideas. You should know that, Tuanwu."
Upon hearing this, the elders of the Lich lineage all looked unwilling. Yue Wu pondered and said, "Lord Ji Rong's cultivation level is low. Even if he comes, I'm afraid he won't be able to come up with any good solutions."
Upon recalling Ji Rong's unusual tree trunk, the witch immediately stepped forward and said, "Everyone, Lady Ji Rong is extraordinary. She has helped our witch tribe a great deal. There is nothing wrong with knowing about her."
Elder Yuewu, please come with me to invite her.
Let's not tell Lord Ji Rong about the things here; let Lord Ji Rong see for himself.
If she didn't see anything, she naturally wouldn't understand why her ancestors were buried here.
Upon hearing this, the shamans immediately felt it was a good idea and unanimously agreed.
Yue Wu and Xuan Wu then invited Ji Rong over. She didn't say much to Ji Rong, only that there was an important matter in the clan that required Ji Rong's decision.
As soon as Ji Rong entered the stone chamber and saw the great shaman's corpse in the coffin, she exclaimed excitedly, "Old man, you actually made this!"
Ji Rong looked from one end to the other, tracing the inscriptions on the great shaman's body in the air with his claws, clicking his tongue repeatedly, and exclaiming, "What a stroke of luck! What a stroke of luck! What an incredible stroke of luck! Haha!"
She sketched for a while, then reached out her claws to tap the arms and chests of the great shamans. She saw that these bodies were not stiff even when dead, and tapping them felt like striking gold and jade.
A faint light flowed between their foreheads, which upon closer inspection revealed layers of superimposed magical runes; these runes enabled the nine sorcerers to completely seal away their divine souls and spiritual fruits before their deaths.
As Ji Rong flapped her wings, she exclaimed happily, "These witches were once great witches!"
But was it a voluntary act of dying?
Could one seal away their Dao fruit, condense their Qi within their chest, and die with resentment in their heart?
Ji Rong asked a question, and the elder of the Lich lineage nodded.
Wu Yue and his group looked at Ji Rong with great excitement, and they asked one after another, "Lord Ji Rong, can you understand the inscriptions on our ancestors' bodies?"
Ji Rong immediately sprouted wings and, laughing as she looked up at the stone chamber, said, "Of course I can. Can't you understand?"
Old man, the "witchcraft" I'm learning was taught by you.
I originally thought you just wanted me to study history, but I never expected you to have such ulterior motives. Did you already see through my extraordinary talent all along? Hahahaha.
Did Wu Yue and his party understand it? No, they didn't!
If the inscriptions were separated one by one, Wu Yue and his group could understand them, but they could not understand them when they were put together.
But these inscriptions were three-dimensional in Ji Rong's eyes. They were arranged in sequence and with gaps between them, making them easier for her to observe than the tiny veins on her own leaves.
If she looks closely, she can identify the beginning and end of these inscriptions and then read them aloud.
Ji Rong looked around and concluded that these were the great shamans of an era. She couldn't help but sigh, "Nine great shamans died with resentment one after another within a hundred years, and even turned their corpses into corpse puppets."
Your ancestors suffered greatly during their campaigns, no wonder you later had to intermarry with other peoples to survive.
Ji Rong's words moved all the elders of the witch clan present.
"Old men, you can go out first. I need to observe carefully."
The shamans remained motionless, so Ji Rong looked at the horn and said coldly, "You summoned me here, but you won't listen to me. What is the meaning of this?"
She turned her head to look at the group of shamans and said, "If you want to control these corpse puppets, you must cultivate to the level of a Great Shaman; among you, the one with the best chance of achieving the Great Shaman realm is Yanwu."
But Yanwu, can you achieve the Great Witch Realm in such a short time? I'm just taking a look, not moving your ancestors away.”
Xuanwu immediately stared at Wuyue and said, "Lord Jirong is right, let's go."
After the shamans withdrew, Ji Rong said to Jiao Jue with a stern face, "Big brother, soundproof shield."
Jiao Jue immediately made a hand seal, and inscriptions flowed from his mouth, emitting golden light and completely enveloping them.
With the soundproof barrier in place, Ji Rong immediately looked up and burst into laughter. Pointing at the corpse of the nine-headed great witch, she said with great excitement, "Big brother, we're rich!"
These are nine excellent laborers. We only need to supply them with a small amount of spirit crystals, and they will work day and night without any complaints, and they don't even need to be paid. They are truly skilled miners!
Jiao Jue squinted at her and asked, "You can control it?"
Ji Rong said, "It's not possible now, but I have a corpse technique. After learning it, it might work."
"Oh? You even know some unorthodox methods?"
Ji Rong immediately flapped her wings and said smugly, "I know a lot more!"
"Brother, you protect me, watch closely!"
She used her wing claws to tap and pry open two bricks on the ground, then transformed into a tree trunk and took root downwards.
However, not long after the roots were inserted into the soil, Ji Rong quickly pulled them out. Ignoring the specks of dirt on her body, she looked back at the nine great witch bodies with a somber expression.
Jiaojue sat to the side, watching quietly. Although she had doubts, she did not ask any questions.
After a long while, Ji Rong pointed to the last great shaman's body and called out to Jiao Jue: "Brother, there is a blood-red dragon body on the ground with all its scales gone. The dragon died with its eyes open, its head was split in two from the center of its forehead, and its body was broken into five pieces. It died a miserable death."
She was the mount of the great shaman Pang. Pang was dying at that time, and he managed to retrieve her remains, buried her underground, and reinforced her with an isolation array so that she could sleep with him forever.
The dragon's death was so gruesome, and its aura was even more ferocious than yours. It terrified me, so I climbed up.
Jiaojue stroked its claws and said, "The Witch Clan really did raise a real dragon. Even though that dragon is dead, its aura is still more ferocious than mine. It must have been a supreme saint in life."
"Silly bird, what do you think of Canghe Jun's Silver Plate?" Jiao Jue suddenly asked.
Upon hearing the name Canghe Jun, Ji Rong's eyes immediately lit up, and she exclaimed, "Generous and talented!"
“You’re right, then let’s give this dragon body to her.”
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