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Chapter 786: The Young Master of the Ghost Walker Clan
Chapter 786: The Young Master of the Ghost Walker Clan
"Something's not right."
As various demons roamed outside the city, creating a ruckus, the Grand Preceptor, who was waiting patiently outside the ancestral hall in the Imperial Capital, was startled by the commotion outside the city. He was a patient man, and after making his arrangements, he calmly let others handle their tasks.
However, his patience was disturbed by the noise from outside the city, causing him to furrow his brows.
"The army shouldn't have arrived so quickly."
His brows furrowed as he was one of the few who understood the Reincarnators better than anyone else in the world. Among the capable people, perhaps only this young master of the Hu family had such knowledge.
It was precisely because of this understanding that he was well aware of the Reincarnators' shortcomings. Without pressure on their shoulders, they lacked diligence in their actions, despite their natural talents. Their pursuit of academic and spiritual techniques was often driven by playfulness.
As for more practical matters like seeking official positions and raising an army, these required caution and could not afford any mistakes. Unfortunately, the Reincarnators were incapable of handling such tasks.
In the previous generation of Reincarnators, there was one who refused to eat beef, causing much trouble. They were all taught to the point of madness. In this generation, although some had raised armies, the soldiers were arrogant, and the generals were unruly, making them ineffective.
It was because of his understanding that he made arrangements, and he was certain that the Victor King's army could not have bypassed the Ten Surnames' trap and reached the Imperial Capital in such a short time.
The movement of tens of thousands of troops was no small matter; how could it escape people's notice?
Even with spiritual techniques, the ability to travel through the netherworld and appear and disappear at will was simple, but who could lead an army to cover a thousand miles in a day?
The Grand Preceptor's thoughts turned to this, and his heart skipped a beat. He suddenly lifted his head and glanced at Hu Ma.
There had been those who used advanced techniques to transport armies in the past, and it was the Ghost Walker Sect. With the altar set up, they could change heaven and earth, shrinking distances and hiding in rivers.
To use such a technique required an altar master with incredible abilities, capable of reducing thousands of miles to mere inches. However, such advanced skills had long been forgotten.
The mere consumption of Purple Tai Sui was already beyond the capacity of ordinary people, not to mention the endless cause and effect that would befall them. Ordinary people couldn't even think about using such a technique, let alone attempt it, as the mere thought could crush them under the backlash of heaven and earth.
The people being transported also had to meet high standards.
Soldiers were not inanimate objects, and transporting them was challenging. Tens of thousands of troops had to follow orders precisely, doing exactly as they were told.
Even if someone was skilled in this technique, where could they find such daring individuals willing to risk their soldiers?
Currently, outside the Imperial Capital, the battle had just begun, and it was not yet a threat to those inside the city. However, the Grand Preceptor felt that something was amiss, and his heart sank.
Suddenly, he sensed something and swept his cold gaze forward, noticing Hu Ma sitting cross-legged before him, his hands forming the Heaven and Earth Immovable Seal. Hu Ma had just released his hands and slowly opened his eyes, as if awakened by the commotion outside the city. He turned his head and smiled, saying, "Strange."
"Grand Preceptor, I think I heard someone calling for me outside."
"..."
"You..."
The Grand Preceptor's expression remained calm, but his heart was filled with urgency beyond words. Every moment was agonizing as he waited for Hu Ma to wake up.
But now that Hu Ma was awake, the Grand Preceptor didn't feel the joy of finally being able to summon the Twelve Ghost Altars. Instead, his sense of unease deepened, and he suddenly turned to Hu Ma and demanded, "What have you done?"
"..."
"..."
"Kill..."
Outside the Imperial Capital, at the command of the Second Pot Head, the soldiers and Reincarnators surged forward.
The group of Reincarnators had been blocked outside the city, and despite their best efforts, they couldn't enter. They were already enraged, but now, with the support of the army, they didn't hesitate. They borrowed the army's fierce aura and launched their attacks.
Normally, in such a fierce battle formation, many techniques would be useless, and only the Longevity Guardians could rely on their own bravery and bloodlust to occasionally display a few supreme skills.
However, many of these Reincarnators had already reached the Beyond Human Realm or higher.
Once they reached the Beyond Human Realm, they gained the ability to use their techniques even in the chaos of battle.
Various techniques were displayed, each more impressive than the last.
The tall and thin figure that had acted earlier shook his arms again, chanting a curse, summoning dark clouds that filled the sky. He called upon the Divine Weapons and Celestial Generals, who rushed forward in a mighty torrent.
When he had summoned the Divine Weapons and Celestial Generals before the Granary Protection Army's arrival, the Imperial Capital Garrison could afford to ignore them. But now, with the real and fake soldiers mixed together, the effect was different as they charged alongside the Granary Protection Army.
The dazzling golden armor and silver blades flashed before their eyes, leaving no time to distinguish between real and fake. The battle formation was momentarily thrown into disarray, and the Granary Protection Army seized the advantage.
Behind them, another person summoned the Demon Blade. It was clearly a single blade, but in his hands, it seemed alive, exuding a vicious aura. He weaved through the gaps in the soldiers' blades, targeting only the leaders of the Imperial Capital Garrison, making it difficult to defend against.
Amidst the chaos, Cloud Swallower and Treasure Seekers added to the confusion.
"To catch a thief, catch their king!"
In the midst of the chaos, some had already reacted and realized the situation. The Imperial Capital Garrison had many soldiers, but they had strict orders to defend the city and not to act rashly. They were at a disadvantage in the face of the enemy's offensive.
Amidst the chaos of countless reincarnated malevolent spirits, the Capital City sought to stabilize the situation. Within the battlefield, numerous experts emerged from the ranks, ready to engage in combat.
Their eyes fixed on Second Pot Head, they knew he was the key. Simultaneously, they rushed to his side.
One person raised their hand, and a black rope shot out from their sleeve like a spiritual snake, coiling around Second Pot Head.
Another person took out a silver mirror from their bag and held it up to Second Pot Head.
Yet another produced a gourd, emitting a golden light, and chanted incantations, attempting to draw Second Pot Head into the gourd.
"Holy shit..." Second Pot Head was startled by the onslaught of powerful techniques directed at him.
According to his usual habit, he would have carefully planned his actions, even when facing a single expert from the Ten Surnames. He would first gather information, set up traps, and enlist allies before daring to engage such formidable opponents.
Never had he imagined that one day, he would be targeted by such a large group, receiving special attention.
"After much consideration, it seems that Old White Dry is the most adept at stirring up trouble."
Despite his frustration, he clenched his teeth, "But since this brother trusts me so much, as his older brother, how can I let him down?"
As he stood by the red lantern, he placed one hand behind his back and smirked, "Hmph, you dare to cause trouble in my altar? Be gone!"
With a wave of his hand, an altar flag flew into his grasp. It spun in the air, emitting a powerful aura that clashed with the aggressive energy of the attackers, repelling them.
The techniques aimed at Second Pot Head, regardless of their sophistication, were instantly blocked and kept at bay.
Witnessing this, Zhao Sanyi and the others were left dumbfounded. They stared in disbelief, realizing something was amiss. They widened their eyes and exclaimed, "You... How did you set up this altar? Could it be that you... you're actually...?"
"Of course," Second Pot Head smiled at them and said, "I heard you've been searching for the Hu Family's young master, right?"
"They say the Playful Opera has keen eyes, but I've shown myself to you so many times, why didn't you recognize me?"
"..."
"..."
"Quickly..."
At that moment, in the Capital City, outside the Hu Family Manor.
The Second Ancestor of the Qingyuan Hu Family sat in the altar, with a Daoist disciple from the Dalaofa Religion standing nearby, ready to assist.
The Second Ancestor, once a skilled practitioner of the Ghost Walker Sect, had fallen from his former glory after the division of the family, now only capable of entering the Beyond Human Realm.
Sitting in the altar, he felt the surging spiritual energy all around him, as if the heavens were within his grasp. His emotions were stirred, and he felt like he was living a beautiful dream. In an instant, he had turned the tables and become the head of the family, even at his age, he couldn't contain his excitement.
Hearing the unusual commotion outside, the Daoist disciple spoke up, "The Wang Family has helped refine the Capital City Garrison, and the Zhou, Zhao, and Li Families are also assisting from the outside. The Sun Family is ready to intervene if needed. They should be able to hold off those malevolent spirits."
"But when it comes to military formations, the Ghost Walker Sect is the most adept. With the current commotion outside, let's ask the Second Ancestor to use his banner to dampen their morale!"
"..."
"Of course, of course, we will follow the orders."
The Second Ancestor of the Qingyuan Hu Family smiled and slowly raised the banner, preparing to cast a spell.
However, at that moment, his smile froze, and he stood there, stunned.
The Daoist disciple frowned, "Why did you stop?"
"Hu..."
Words couldn't describe the Second Ancestor's fear and anxiety. He gasped, "The Ghost Walker Sect... is no longer... is no longer..."
Before he could finish, he rolled his eyes and fainted.
In front of the Ancestral Hall, Hu Ma straightened his clothes and faced the State Preceptor. He spoke slowly, "The Ghost Walkers still bear the Hu surname, but they are no longer the Hu of Pest Suppression."
At that moment, he looked at the State Preceptor as if he were witnessing the greatest joke in the world. His smile was filled with mischief and satisfaction, along with unconcealed ridicule, "You didn't say earlier that as long as the Hu Family returned, they wouldn't escape your grasp?"
"Such an obvious matter, how could I not know? But I had to return to uncover the secrets of your underhanded dealings."
"However, I can return, but the Ghost Walker Hu Family doesn't need to."
"..."
He spoke softly, exhaling slowly, and looked at the State Preceptor seriously, "I have entrusted the Year Protection Scroll to someone else."
"Someone trustworthy, and with skills in the Ghost Walker Dao that far surpass mine."
"Whoever possesses the Year Protection Scroll leads the Ghost Walker Sect. Therefore, I am no longer the head of the Ghost Walker Sect, I am merely a puppet Great Hall Official of the Ghost Walker Sect."
"You need all Ten Surnames to be present to hold this religious ceremony..."
"But the Ten Surnames can never be complete from the start."
Faced with his intense gaze, the State Preceptor fell silent. His mind was flooded with unexpected and maddening thoughts, but when he tried to speak, he felt only exhaustion and couldn't find the words.
The Hu Family's actions were indeed ruthless, surpassing their own expectations each time...
(End of Chapter)
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