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Chapter 61: He Must Not Be Spared
Chapter 61: He Must Not Be Spared
Upon receiving the grave news, Yun Zhiqiu wasted no time and hurried deep into the ancestral mansion to a secluded meditation chamber.
The chamber was shrouded in swirling incense smoke, illuminated only by a solitary candle flickering weakly. Its golden glow seemed radiant at first glance, yet the oil within had nearly dwindled to nothing.
Suddenly, a soft cough echoed through the haze.
“Zhiqiu, step forward.”
As the smoke dissipated, an elderly man emerged—clad in embroidered robes, his face lined with age, yet his spine remained rigid as he sat upright.
Yun Zhiqiu immediately knelt. “Greetings, Venerable Ancestor.”
“Rise,” the Yun Clan Patriarch replied calmly. “There’s no need for undue worry. This is my second reincarnation; I’ve navigated this process before. I’ll manage.”
“However, it’ll take at least two decades before I can return. Our clan will be left vulnerable in my absence.”
“.Forgive my failure, Venerable Ancestor.”
Yun Zhiqiu’s head drooped lower. He understood the unspoken weight behind these words. Yun Miaozhen—arguably the most gifted cultivator of their clan in a century, a prodigy destined for Foundation Building! Because of his carelessness, she had perished at the hands of a demonic cultivator.
This tragedy had shattered his authority and left the Yun Clan diminished, losing the prestige a Foundation-tier heir brought. For years, he had scoured the Orthodox and Evil Battlefield seeking vengeance against Lv Yang, the fiend responsible for her death, only to come up empty. Learning that the wretched man had hidden himself within the Holy Sect for six decades had driven Yun Zhiqiu to fury.
“You needn’t blame yourself so harshly,” the Patriarch interjected, his tone measured. “Sixty years ago, the Skull Mountain was under a demonic formation that obscured fate itself. Ultimately, it was my failure to foresee it that led you and Miaozhen there.”
“Miaozhen is gone. Our clan must forge a new path. Thus, I’ve accepted a mission from the Sect Leader.”
“What!?” Yun Zhiqiu’s head snapped up. “Surely not… the Sect Leader intends to use your reincarnated form to intercept the Demonic Sect’s Foundation heir?”
Such tactics weren’t unheard of in the Orthodox and Evil Battlefield.
The Patriarch nodded. “Eliminating their Foundation-tier heir would earn immense karmic merit—sufficient sustenance for my future cultivation.”
“But you’ve already undergone reincarnation once.”
Foundation Realm cultivators who survived reincarnation were rare prodigies blessed with extraordinary karmic fortune, making their return to power far more likely. A second reincarnation, however, was fraught with uncertainty. Especially given that the Patriarch’s cultivation had stagnated at Foundation Foundation for three centuries, his prospects were now far more precarious.
“A life spent without risk is a life unlived,” the Patriarch mused. “The Sect Leader recently divined an opportunity—the Demonic Sect’s Refinement Realm has encountered unexpected instability.”
“The Demonic Sect’s Refinement Realm traps billions of souls, denying them reincarnation. The Sect Leader has long resented this. This time, he’ll not only assist my rebirth into their realm but also obscure my fate to ensure secrecy. Most critically, I’ll retain my memories from birth, free of prenatal amnesia.”
“In time, I’ll shatter their Secret Realm and restore the lost souls to the cycle.” His eyes gleamed. “Success would grant immeasurable karmic merit—and my return to Foundation Realm.”
“Such fortune! This is the Yun Clan’s salvation!” Yun Zhiqiu’s voice trembled with renewed hope. Reincarnated cultivators typically remained shrouded in prenatal amnesia for years. With the Sect Leader’s aid, the Patriarch’s memories would awaken instantly. His chances of reclaiming Foundation Realm had soared, promising the clan’s revival after three centuries of decline.
The Patriarch proceeded to outline detailed plans—stratagems to fake his continued existence, buying time until his return. As the candle dimmed to a faint glow, he finally waved his hand.
“All is arranged. Go.”
Yun Zhiqiu bowed deeply. “May the Venerable Ancestor’s reincarnation meet with success!”
Silence followed. When no reply came, he glanced up. The candle had died. The Patriarch was gone.
Outside, the world lay buried in winter’s embrace.
Decades earlier, the Heavenspan Scrolls’ emergence had plunged the realm into chaos. But when one scroll fell into the hands of the imperial-loyalist Hao Ran Academy, order had been restored.
The tyrannical Zhou emperor had since died violently, succeeded by a new ruler. Ironically, the population crash from the wars allowed prosperity to bloom anew. The new emperor was hailed as the Great Zhou Dynasty’s renaissance sovereign. Nowhere was this peace more evident than in the Heavenly Capital, where crime vanished, and revelry filled the nights.
In the northeast quarter of this city, within a grand estate.
Outside a birthing chamber, a stern-faced man paced anxiously. Suddenly, a piercing infant’s cry pierced the air.
“Milord! The lady has given birth to a son!”
The man erupted in laughter, arms raised to the heavens. “The Wei family’s line endures! Reward everyone tonight!”
Wei Tieyi—once a commoner turned war hero—had earned his title as Northern Pacification Lord during the Zhou Dynasty’s civil wars. Now, his household celebrated a newborn heir.
Yet within the delivery room, none noticed the infant’s frail body housing a vast soul.
“Success.”
The Yun Clan Patriarch’s consciousness awakened instantly, his memories intact. Remaining still, he meditated to analyze his new fate.
“Great Zhou Dynasty… the Heavenspan Scrolls… So it’s the Sage Body Theft Cultivation Technique.”
His past cultivation in the Sword Pavilion had familiarized him with the Holy Sect’s secret arts. This technique, designed to steal newborn bodies for cultivation, was no mystery to him.
Reincarnation granted him a critical advantage—though his power was gone, his soul remained formidable, enabling effortless fate-divination and aura perception. To ordinary Qi Refiners, he’d be a god among mortals.
Yet soon, his brows furrowed.
When tracing the Sage Body Theft cultivator’s identity, his divination met an impenetrable void, as if severed from fate itself.
“A secret treasure masking destiny? Interesting.”
He unfurled a palm, revealing a spherical artifact—the Sect Leader’s gift, the Ultimate Heaven Instrument. With it, he shattered the veil obscuring fate.
Shock gave way to thunderous laughter.
“Every cause has its effect! Lv Yang—”
The name of the man who’d slain his beloved protégé, Yun Miaozhen, sixty years ago. The Patriarch’s eyes sharpened.
Lv Yang’s dossier unraveled before him: Supreme Yin Shedding Corpse Liberation True Art, Sage Body Theft Cultivation Technique, third-tier spirit energy, and the Heavenly Opportunity Theft Secret Method. Fully realized, these arts gave him a 40% chance to breakthrough to Foundation Realm.
The Patriarch’s gaze turned glacial.
“This child… must not survive.”
(End of Chapter)
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