Chapter 665: The Meng Family's Unstoppable Allies
Chapter 665: The Meng Family's Unstoppable Allies
The situation had taken an unexpected turn, leaving Meng Family's Patriarch no choice but to take drastic measures.
Each of the Ten Surnames had their unique abilities, and they were multi-layered in their expertise. In handling affairs in the jianghu, the Four Great Officials could manage without the involvement of the Ten Surnames.
However, when a situation required the Ten Surnames' intervention, they had their own methods and principles, which were also beyond ordinary means. Moreover, each family and each surname had their ultimate trump cards and last resorts.
This was true for both the Noble Zhang Family and the Meng Family, who communicated with the underworld.
The Meng Family Patriarch understood the Noble Zhang Family's confidence. Their public reliance was on the ten earth pulses, controlling the destiny of the world. But their hidden trump card was the dragon's lair that the Noble Zhang Family had been nurturing for a hundred years—the Zhang Family's lifeline.
The Meng Family's lifeline was their Great Ancestor, and their secret weapon was the Lord of the Realm and the gods they had subdued using the Incense Fire Token.
Initially, they only needed to summon the Great Ancestor, and everything would be resolved. However, the malevolent spirit had withstood the Great Ancestor's gaze, causing the Meng Family Patriarch to lose his composure. When he saw the wandering ghosts on the bridge, he was completely flustered.
The situation in the City of the Wrongly Dead primarily concerned the Noble Zhang Family, but the Meng Family Patriarch knew that they wouldn't send anyone down at this time. With time running out, they feared it would be too late.
They would immediately dispatch all the trusted individuals they could mobilize to guard the dragon's lair.
As a result, the Meng Family unexpectedly became the ones exerting the most effort.
Unfortunately, the foundation in the City of the Wrongly Dead had already been dismantled, and the Great Ancestor had been summoned. Many ghost soldiers and generals had died, and the situation had reached a critical point. Could they really abandon their efforts halfway?
The Meng Family Patriarch knew how to make tough decisions and prioritize matters. Suddenly, he turned to Zhang Family's Third Uncle and said sternly, "This time, the Meng Family has helped the Noble Zhang Family solve a significant problem. Remember the Evil Suppression Bureau!"
As he spoke, he abruptly clenched his teeth and pulled out a flag from his sleeve, which grew larger in the wind. He unfurled it, revealing a massive 'Meng' character on the flag. In an instant, the flag seemed to cover the entire City of the Wrongly Dead.
From the perspective of Hu Ma and Er Gou, it was hard to describe the size of the flag. Of course, the Meng Family Patriarch only used the flag to cover half of the city, carefully avoiding the Spirit Summoning Platform and the Great Ancestor's direction.
As the flag fluttered, a chilling wind swept through the city, making the entire place feel heavier and as if it were sinking.
The next moment, countless malevolent souls scattered like swimming fish around the vast City of the Wrongly Dead. In the dim Netherworld, strands of golden light appeared, and a gigantic head emerged slowly from the darkness, accompanied by the golden glow.
From a distance, it seemed that a single eye was larger than Hu Ma and Er Gou, gazing down at the stone platform.
The oppressive atmosphere, even from afar, made one's soul stiffen and limbs go numb.
"Holy shit..."
Hu Ma, who had just relaxed a bit due to Er Gou's arrival, was now startled, "What is that?"
Er Gou was also startled and looked up, "The Lord of the Realm!"
"The Lord of the Realm?"
Hu Ma was surprised, "I've never seen a Lord of the Realm this big before."
He had seen and even personally killed a Lord of the Realm, but none compared to the ones before him.
"You've only seen their projections above..."
Er Gou sighed, "The Lord of the Realm you saw above was just a projection, using a clay figure as a vessel. But in the Netherworld, the Lord of the Realm is appointed by the dynasty to govern the realm."
"Each of them receives the incense offerings of countless people, governs a province, and ensures harmony and prosperity. Their power is beyond our imagination."
"In theory, mortals cannot oppose the Lord of the Realm unless they cross the bridge. It's like commoners cannot contend with officials."
"..."
Hu Ma's heart trembled, "What if someone crosses the bridge?"
Er Gou's voice deepened, "Once you cross the bridge, you are no longer an ordinary mortal."
"Indeed, a single conversation can be enlightening..."
Hu Ma silently cursed in his heart, feeling tense, "If the Meng Family summons them, what about your ritual altar?"
"Don't worry, brother!"
Er Gou patted Hu Ma's shoulder, "I've crossed the bridge, and my Life Spirit Temple is exceptionally sturdy. Even in this City of the Wrongly Dead, if a Lord of the Realm were to appear, they couldn't destroy my ritual altar with a wave of their hand..."
Hu Ma was shocked, "But they summoned three or four of them at once!"
Er Gou coldly smiled, "It's better that they summon them. If they don't, how would we know which Lords of the Realm have secretly pledged allegiance to the Meng Family's Nether Palace?"
"Hmm?"
Hu Ma suddenly realized something and looked up, his heart pounding.
...
...
"The Lords of the Nether Palace, by the Meng Family's decree, quickly capture this malevolent spirit and bring it to the Nether Palace's ghostly prison to await punishment!"
As the flag unfurled, eight Lords of the Realm appeared, ready to carry out the Meng Family Patriarch's orders. His face grew stern and solemn, and as he slowly raised his hand, the flag returned to his sleeve.
Then, standing on the wooden boat, he pointed towards the stone platform above. The surrounding Shadow Soldiers, having suffered countless defeats, quietly retreated and returned to the side of the boat. The four Lords of the Realm, on the other hand, simultaneously raised their heads.
Their faces showed little emotion, and they seemed less lively than when they were in the mortal realm. Perhaps it was because they were in the Netherworld, where the weight of their responsibilities was more significant. As the order was given, they mechanically raised their massive palms, which approached the City of the Wrongly Dead from all sides.
"Overstepping boundaries..."
At this moment of absolute silence, the Meng Family Patriarch unexpectedly sighed softly, "The Demon Mirror was originally meant to deal with the Hu Family's backup plan. Even without setting up the Demon Mirror, this could still become the foundation for the Meng Family to rebuild the Netherworld and unify the Netherworld Palace."
"If we discuss its importance, unifying the Netherworld Palace is even more crucial than finding those malevolent spirits. But why has it come to this?"
"The Great Ancestor took action but was entangled by that malevolent spirit!"
"If this spreads, will the other nine families also look down on the Meng Family from now on?"
"The foundation of the City of the Wrongly Dead has been destroyed. I wonder how many states it will take to find so many Purple Great Guardians again..."
"Especially, even after sacrificing so much, we still couldn't capture the person on the stone platform with our servants. Instead, we had to rely on these Lords of the Realm who shouldn't have appeared here, and we can't avoid being ridiculed..."
"..."
As his thoughts grew heavier, his eyes flickered, and he suddenly looked at the stone platform, "When something is abnormal, it's a demon. If no one had crossed the bridge and wandered as a ghost, it would have been fine. But since they appeared, could it be..."
A thought surged in his mind, one that even he found a bit crazy. He didn't dare to believe it, but he felt like there was no other explanation...
Just as he hesitated, the four Lords of the Realm had already made their move. The two malevolent spirits on the stone platform, instead of feeling anxious and pressured as they were surrounded by the Shadow Soldiers, seemed relaxed. One stood, and the other crouched, one after the other.
The one standing was the person who had crossed the Year-End Passage. However, he seemed to be speaking for the Black Robed Wandering Ghost, slowly crossing his arms and looking at Meng with a faint smile in his eyes.
"Meng Family Administrator..."
Just as the Meng Family Patriarch's heart began to flutter, he heard the man's voice, "Why are you doing this?"
"This is originally the business of the Noble Zhang Family, but your Meng Family insists on forcefully intervening. It seems that after twenty years of success, you've become a bit arrogant and have forgotten..."
"Is there anyone in this world that the Meng Family can't afford to offend?"
"..."
"You!"
Facing this obvious ridicule, the Meng Family Patriarch's heart suddenly trembled, and a shadow fell over his mind. An invisible panic surged up from the depths of his heart, and his voice was filled with urgency as he shouted, "Capture them quickly!"
Boom!
But in the next moment, he witnessed an unimaginable scene.
The nearest Lord of the Realm, whose arm was about to touch the stone platform, suddenly turned into a dazzling golden light, as if gold had melted into liquid gold. It instantly softened and collapsed, carrying immense force as it sank into the City of the Wrongly Dead.
Not only that, but in several other directions, similar dramatic changes occurred. Those Lords of the Realm, who were extremely heavy and could suppress countless ghosts in the Netherworld, faced one problem after another. Some had their golden light dim and turned pitch black.
Some knelt down stiffly, lowering their heads.
Others had their hands still raised in mid-air, but their heads suddenly went stiff, and slowly, they rolled off from their necks, falling heavily into the depths of the underworld.
...
...
This indescribable scene shocked not only the Meng Family Patriarch but also the Dragon Well Master on the Spirit Summoning Platform.
"It's bad..."
The small ghost wearing a tall hat suddenly realized something and looked up, his voice trembling with tears, "Great Patriarch, something terrible has happened. The Golden Body of the Lord of the Realm has been destroyed..."
"..."
The Meng Family Patriarch's body trembled involuntarily, "Who dares to destroy the true body of the Lord of the Realm?"
"Great Patriarch, something terrible has happened above..."
Before this shout could finish, countless ropes suddenly descended from above. On these ropes were small ghosts, each with a weight tied to their feet, appearing as if they had just come down from above. From a distance, they shouted,
"Some unknown demon is causing trouble, burning and killing in the Yin Deity Temple, defiling the Golden Body of the Lords of the Realm with feces..."
"Great Patriarch, there's a huge fire in Salt Province, burning the granary..."
"Great Patriarch, the Night Lion Cat raised by the Elder Matron has been stolen. The Elder Matron is furious and wants the Patriarch to help find it from below..."
"Great Patriarch, the Warlords have gathered an army of two hundred thousand to attack Salt Province..."
"Emergency report..."
"Great Patriarch, the fire in Salt Province has reached the Meng Family mansion, and the ancestral hall is about to be burned down!"
"..."
"What?"
The Meng Family Patriarch was stunned by the continuous stream of news, his head spinning, "Who dares to burn even the Meng Family ancestral hall?"
(End of Chapter)
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