Twilight's Threshold Chapter 704: The World's Sacrifice - Novel Cool

Chapter 704: The World's Sacrifice

Chapter 704: The World's Sacrifice

"Are you sure you're not joking with me? Do you really want to completely destroy the esteemed Meng family, one of the Ten Surnames?"

When Little Hong Tang sent out two secret letters, one public and one private, through the connection of the Life Fate Sect, she also contacted Hu Ma, the Crimson Wine Lady, who expressed her surprise, "Elder Longjing was able to eliminate the Noble Family Zhang using his Nightmare Technique because his skills had reached the right level."

"The Meng family is already the most inflated among the Ten Surnames. You can hurt them, assassinate the few straw kings they've raised, or even kidnap their matriarch..."

"But you said you want the Meng family to be removed from the Ten Surnames?"

"..."

"Although I may not have the skills of Elder Longjing, I am still a member of the Hu family, right?"

Hu Ma smiled and said, "Of course, even if the Hu family were to fight the Meng family, our foundation is still far from theirs. But now, the Meng family is seeking to challenge the Hu family, and this gives us an opportunity."

"Yes, yes, yes."

The Crimson Wine Lady gave a cold laugh and said, "But the foundation of the Ten Surnames is truly terrifying. The more I think about it, the more frightening it becomes. Don't underestimate the Meng family's disciples."

"They are born with advantages, seeing and learning more profound things than us. They won't foolishly rush into danger. Don't be careless and end up suffering a great loss... Of course, if we can really seize the Meng family's bridge, it would be a great achievement."

"..."

"You're right, I'm also afraid he won't make such a foolish mistake."

Hu Ma smiled and said, "But perhaps the Meng family's luck has truly run out. Recently, I've started having twitches in my right eyelid."

"No one in the Ten Surnames has ever relied on luck to establish themselves!"

The Crimson Wine Lady spoke seriously, "Moreover, a twitching right eyelid signifies impending disaster. You should be the one to be careful."

"Now, I have already distributed the Purple Heavenly Sovereign, and the reincarnators are about to welcome a large number of newcomers... including the one called Monkey Wine. He doesn't consider himself an outsider and consumes the amount of ten people. Otherwise, there might be other troubles."

"Although the Purple Heavenly Sovereign provides some protection, crossing the bridge is still a risky endeavor. No one can be certain if they will encounter an ambush from the Ten Surnames on the bridge."

"If the Hu and Meng families were to engage in a major conflict, it would be an excellent distraction for the reincarnators."

"If the reincarnators can successfully cross the bridge this time, then even if..."

"..."

She paused slightly and spoke softly, "We won't have to hide and sneak around like before."

Suddenly, she had another thought and said, "Furthermore, since this opportunity is so rare, why don't you take this chance to cross the bridge?"

"You probably don't need the Purple Heavenly Sovereign, but if you do, I can share it with you!"

"..."

Hearing the Crimson Wine Lady's concern, Hu Ma smiled and said, "I will also cross the bridge, but I don't need to follow the main group."

"Previously, in the Netherworld, I obtained the Purple Heavenly Sovereign. I just need to take another look and decide how to take that step."

"..."

"..."

After giving instructions to the Crimson Wine Lady, Hu Ma finally felt completely at ease.

He quietly looked at the oil lamp in front of him, through which he could hear some of the events happening within the Wandering Ghost Hall. With Zhang Ago receiving his letter, notifying the wandering ghosts, this Mountain Worship Ceremony had already become more than ten times larger than before. Logically, the Hu family had been absent for a long time, and not many wandering ghosts still believed in them.

But after Hu Ma reopened the Evil Suppression Bureau and carried out several tasks, he had at least gained a good reputation among the wandering ghosts.

The most crucial point was that by reopening the Evil Suppression Bureau and issuing the order to execute ghosts, he caused over a hundred ghosts to be listed in the bureau's registry. As a result, the skills of wandering ghosts worldwide increased significantly, and with these hundred ghosts, Zhang Ago's words carried even more weight than before.

It could be said that almost ninety percent of the wandering ghosts in the world needed to borrow the power of these hundred ghosts, which meant that nearly ninety percent of them could hear the messages Zhang Ago sent out using the ritual altar of the hundred ghosts.

This influence belonged to the wandering ghosts themselves, beyond the reach of the Evil Suppression Bureau.

Moreover, Hu Ma, for the first time speaking on behalf of his own family, sought neither fame nor profit. He only asked that on the first day of the new year, they lead the commoners from all directions to worship the mountains. This idea originated from the village and aligned with the hearts of the wandering ghosts worldwide.

"When will the Supreme Leader return to Mingzhou? Why won't he come and visit me?"

When Little Hong Tang delivered the letter to Benevolent Fairy, in the capital city of Mingzhou, Benevolent Fairy, who was watching a play, suddenly felt a mix of surprise and joy.

"Quickly, look at the letter."

Douguan, sitting next to her, stretched out his neck anxiously and said, "With the world in such a chaotic state, this is a critical time. The fact that the Second Uncle is bothering you and personally delivering the letter means that its content must be very important!"

"Why would the Supreme Leader bother me?"

Benevolent Fairy held the letter and became agitated.

Douguan hurriedly said, "Look at the letter, look at it!"

"Since the letter is so important, I'll just send it to the First Senior Brother right away!"

Benevolent Fairy gave the letter to Douguan and stood up, "Pack your things, let's go to the mountains and take a look."

Douguan became anxious again. As a small ghost messenger, he couldn't sneak a peek at the letter, but he was eager to know its contents. He hurriedly took the letter, and with his short legs, he struggled like a wheel, working hard for half the night before finally delivering the letter to the hands of the First Senior Brother, No Eating Bull.

This senior brother had been injured during the dragon-slaying mission some time ago, but his spirits were high. After reading the letter, his eyes lit up, and he smiled, "Indeed, worthy of the Supreme Leader."

"Master Douguan, you used to speak of respect, but you've always addressed the Grandmaster as 'Shishu' and never called him the Supreme Leader."

Douguan's eyes widened, and he said, "You've finally changed your tune?"

"During the dragon slaying, I knew it was the Supreme Leader. I saw his shadow beside Shishu Longjing."

The senior brother of the No Bull Sect sighed softly and said, "In the past, I still had some doubts, but this Supreme Leader was forced upon us. He didn't like us much, but now, seeing what he's done, he truly is our leader."

"And he knows that we, the No Bull Sect, have been preparing for so many years, accumulating resources. The only thing we have that can be considered capital is..."

"..."

Douguan quickly asked, "What are we doing this time?"

The senior brother didn't answer but leaned on his injured body and slowly stood up. With a gentle sigh, he said softly, "Mountain Worship Ceremony."

"The Mountain Worship Ceremony can be performed by villages or state governments. Without incense offerings, the deities are powerless. The scale of the offerings determines the strength of the deity's blessings."

"..."

Douguan listened intently, and suddenly, his eyes lit up with excitement. "So, the Grandmaster..."

"The Supreme Leader has high standards and doesn't care for village or state ceremonies..."

The senior brother of the No Bull Sect sighed, "The No Bull Sect's foundation lies with the people. He wants us to go all out, which goes beyond the ordinary state government's jurisdiction. It's almost as if we're conducting a..."

He paused briefly and sighed, "...Heavenly Worship Ceremony!"

"Heavenly Worship Ceremony?"

Douguan was stunned, his eyes wide with disbelief. He couldn't utter a word, but the senior brother suddenly turned to him and smiled, saying, "Little Master, please go and deliver this order for me!"

"All disciples of the No Bull Sect, take action wherever you are. Use the Old Yin Mountain as your base and on the eighth day of the first month, worship the Mountain Deity!"

"Additionally, the eight senior disciples of the No Bull Sect shall gather at the Old Yin Mountain to pay respects to the Supreme Leader."

"With his status, he's willing to return the deity to the people. Our No Bull Sect's vision and ambition are far inferior to his. We should really attach ourselves to him..."

"..."

"..."

"Please, Elder Brother, please, Young Master, show mercy!"

Meanwhile, in the west of the Xia Kingdom, on a certain desolate mountain, there was another person who had received the news from the Ghost Hunting Hall. He was a young master from a wealthy family, dressed in silk robes, with a painted white face and red cheeks, adorned with various accessories, creating an eerie sense of intentional styling. He was trembling all over as he was escorted by a procession of officials.

This young master was Meng Sizheng, a distant relative of the Shadow Meng family, five generations removed. Since childhood, he had admired the procession of the true Meng family, but now, his procession was even grander than that of the Meng family's heir.

However, he didn't feel the slightest joy. Instead, as he looked at the deep mountain ahead and the ghost cave leading to an unknown destination, his body trembled, and he shouted, "I... I'm willing to serve the Ancestor..."

"Young Master Sizheng, be careful with your words," a small official from the Shadow Meng family, who had accompanied him, warned. In this desolate mountain, he too seemed afraid of disturbing something, so he spoke in a low voice, "You must understand your position. The Ancestor is not of the direct lineage, and you, being five generations removed, have no right to serve him."

"It's already a blessing that someone as distant as you has been granted the favor of serving the main family."

"Moreover, when you visited Bright State, you suffered a loss at the hands of the Hu family. After returning, you complained constantly, publicly vowing that if given the chance, you would risk your life to eliminate that heinous offspring of the Hu family, right?"

"The Young Master remembered your words and chose you to deliver the disaster this time."

"..."

"I..."

Young Master Sizheng's voice trembled, "But this... this is delivering a disaster..."

"It's said that those who deliver disasters will be haunted by grievances and even affect their entire clan, right?"

"The Young Master is just trying to scare the Hu family. He doesn't really intend to deliver a disaster, right?"

"..."

The small official sighed softly and seeing that Young Master Sizheng was terrified, he closed his eyes slightly and whispered a few words.

Young Master Sizheng suddenly felt his body grow heavy, and a strange shadow appeared on his back, pressing his head down for a kowtow.

The moment his forehead touched the ground, the incense in his hand burned out instantly.

At that moment, countless members of the Shadow Meng family felt a weight press down on their hearts, heavy and solid. They reached out to touch it, but couldn't grasp it, yet the feeling of being weighed down was very real.

In the ancestral mansion, the Young Master of the Meng family sat by the Eight Immortals Table, and someone brought a basin of water for him to look into. He burst into laughter, his voice echoing through the corridors, "The disaster has been delivered, and calamity has befallen the Hu family..."

"What my father and grandfather couldn't accomplish has been achieved by my hands?"

"..."

"Rebel son... Rebel son..."

Meanwhile, in the Old Sheep Village, a jar of pickled vegetables placed in the corner of a house suddenly started shaking. The cries of the Meng family patriarch could be heard from within, "A curse upon your blessings and longevity! You should have drowned in your own urine, you rebel son..."

"Hu family boy, Hu family boy, come to me quickly, great disaster has arrived, great disaster has arrived..."

(End of Chapter)

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