Chapter Forty-Seventh: Corpse Dragon Ghost Tiger

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For some reason, the ghost cultivator's face seemed a little familiar. But the coroner Wang was certain he had never seen this face before. Maybe all corpses looked alike, or perhaps he had used this ghost’s body at some point

As the ghostly aura rose from the tomb, the power of the imposing corpse was being madly plundered.

The anger of Officer Wang originated from the hearts of others, and the evil came from the edges of their gallbladders.

>Dare to steal his goods!

But after just a stint studying in the central prison, people had already forgotten his infamous reputation as the coroner Wang. Is that truly fair

With a thought, he rolled himself into the tall grass.

Then, the three souls shifted and manipulated the corpse in the adjacent tomb. It suddenly burst out of its coffin, shattering the yellow earth. This body, mostly white bones with rotting flesh still harboring maggots, flew through the air and roared in anger: "Who dares to intrude upon my Qi State royal mausoleum Do you not know death!"

And in his mouth, he murmured the words: "Great Jing is true, receive my holy prayer, come to my treasure mound, protect my rivers and mountains!"

The apparition above the tomb was startled, uttering not a word before vanishing into thin air.

What a guilty conscience!

To steal and pilfer is truly to never achieve greatness.

The coroner, Wang, let out a cold snort and darted forward. With a wave of his hand, he summoned the mangled corpse of the Godly Lord from its tomb— hmm, not too much of its divinity had been absorbed, it's still usable.

As a frequent visitor to cemeteries and connoisseur of burial grounds, he effortlessly restored the tomb to its original state. Using the corpse at his disposal in this moment, he replaced it with the divine presence within the body, lying down in the coffin and erasing all traces.

Afterward, wearing the guise of a scholar's body, he bore this newly unearthed divine corpse and fled into the long night.

The entire Ji country was vast, but apart from this recently deceased divine remnant's corpse, there were no other valuable bodies. Moreover, its location in the Central Domain, so close to Jing Guo, made it inconvenient to cause too much commotion.

So, the coroner Wang left the Imperial Tombs and secretly fled abroad, showing no attachment to this place.

It's already daylight.

He was carrying the body, walking alone through the woods. He dealt with the stench of decay carried on the wind as he considered his next move.

The Blood Coffin needs to be rebuilt, but the materials are a big problem. The previous Blood Dao Coffin took a full ten years to forge... What's a quick way to make money

As he pondered, the coroner Wang suddenly leaped backward several feet, and a deep pit shrouded in gray mist appeared before him!

In the depths of a chasm, a thin mist swirled and coalesced into a form.

A refined voice chimed in: "I told you so, how could a mere Qi state dare to attack the true power of Jing Hehe...It turns out the yellow sparrow is lurking behind!"

As the sound faded, a figure in a long robe appeared, blocking their path.

The coroner, Wang Mi, narrowed his eyes and stared at the figure before him—no, the apparition before him.

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It's the same as last night when the Ten Directions Ghost Mirror illuminated everything.

If one really has to make a distinction, this person doesn't have any trace of the supernatural about them today.

Compared to the powerful and eerie weather of last night, under the sun now, it is understated but as I stroll through the forest, its extraordinary depth becomes evident.

As denizens of the night, ghosts' fear of the sun is almost an instinctual one, rooted at the very core of their existence. Even the most powerful ghost cultivators, when walking in broad daylight, would have to take some measures to shield themselves from it.

As the saying goes, "Demons and gods walk the same path." Generally speaking, yang deities can be compared to the blazing sun. Only true deities at the highest level can guarantee their own existence at all times.

Ghosts are usually those who cultivate the Dao. The most transformative step is to make the false gods real.

This ghost cultivator before me definitely hasn't reached the level of a true god. But under the scorching sun, he appears utterly at ease. It's as if... he's a human being, not a ghost.

He's still so righteous...

What in the world does "rinn" mean!

There are no true gentlemen who would rob tombs to steal corpses and plunder the dead.

The coroner Wang moved the body behind him silently, and sneered: "Hell has no gate, those who don't want to die, get out of here!"

The ghost cultivator looked at him: "I heard that the organization Hell's Gate was a group of assassins, never heard of them having tomb-robbing business."

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This thing isn't easy to fool...

The magistrate Wang Xīn thought to himself, pressing his hand down on the seal. He didn't bother with a perfect transfer of power ceremony; he completed the physical replacement during this very process.

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At this moment, he used the body of a corpse as his vessel, holding the scholar's shell in his hand as a reserve. With a cold and cruel smile, he said, "Perhaps you've heard of Wang, the coroner"

He sneered as he ripped the scholar's arm from his body and attached it to himself, then swapped their livers.

The ghost cultivator silently observed everything unfolding, then said, "It's an honor to finally meet you, though I've heard much about you."

If it weren't for this divine soul being restrained by this frail body, the coroner Wang would have taken apart that corpse across from him ages ago. But for now, he merely said, "Just keep that in mind. I'm going to meet our boss—anything else"

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Although the boss is a heartless and ruthless dog, his reputation can still be used.

After all, it actually came true. It being true is truly remarkable.

That ghost cultivator was indeed more cautious now, bowing slightly: "I have nothing else to do. The saying goes 'familiarity breeds contempt', I am Lin Guangming, and I want to get to know you."

The coroner, Wang, grinned with a grating voice. "A ghost cultivator named 'Light' What a joke!"

Lin Guangming said resolutely: "Though in the abyss, my heart yearns for the light!"

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Of course, he was the great righteous man, the upright gentleman, Lin Zhengren.

In the battle that shook the court and led to the downfall of the true ruler, he, as the first genius of the Zhuang Kingdom, bravely stood up. He supported Du Yehu and Li Jianqiu's righteous uprising, exposing the true faces of Zhuang Gaoxian and Du Ruhui, the emperor and his minister. In the end, he died heroically outside Fenglin City, being reduced to ashes. It is truly a cause for remembrance.

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After that, he went from taking on human forms to cultivating ghost forms, of course, also changing his appearance.

Now his appearance is extremely handsome, compared to before, he is more elegant and righteous.

After witnessing the upheavals in the State of Chuang and seeing his old friends rise to power, he increasingly realized a truth—in this world, the sunny road is still easier to walk. He wanted to be a model of justice, and he also wanted to shape an unbreakable reputation with fame, to win the support of the world.

Of course, these things are not easy. He first changed his face to look more righteous.

He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a kind heart.

"Good, very good." Officer Wang came interested: "It seems you're a man with a story too."

"A hero is not defined by his origin, and past events need not be mentioned again." Lin Guangming sighed wistfully, "Even if I am betrayed by the world, I will still write with my own hand what is in my heart."

Having been deceived many times, I still choose to believe. Having tasted much pain, I still love the world.

What a good Lin Guangming!

The magistrate Wang highly admired this kind of person: "I like people who are oriented towards the light the most. I often say a word — no matter what you become, or in whatever environment you find yourself, never forget where you came from. Remember your original intentions!"

This elder of the Hell's Gate, finally found a kindred spirit in life: "Perhaps you've heard, Hell's Gate has one rule: assassins don't kill indiscriminately. Outside of missions, we never harm innocents. This rule was put forward by me and King Biancheng together. Although I had an unfortunate upbringing with no other options but to join the assassin organization, making a living on the edge of a blade, I am different from those unscrupulous assassins—see, I need corpses, so I'd rather rob tombs than kill people. Even though I'm in the depths of darkness, my heart yearns for the light. We are fellow travelers!"

"Lin Guangming stood up with a solemn look of respect: 'Being able to maintain one's integrity within an organization as vicious as Diyu Wu Men, brother Wu is truly a role model for us all—I am not alone on this path!'

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The coroner Wang looked at Lin Guangming without a word.

This ghost cultivator is incredibly powerful. With a bright future bathed in celestial light, his prospects are limitless.

... and I don't know if my ability to possess corpses, will work on a ghost corpse...

“A true man born between heaven and earth, wealth is easily acquired, but finding a confidant is difficult! Brother Guangming, do you have an organization now” The officer Wang put on a warm tone: "What do you think of Hell's Gate If you want to join, I can recommend you. Although the industry is sluggish now and the competition is fierce, I can make the decision and guarantee you a position as a King of Hell!”

Lin Zhengren believes in ghosts.

At the beginning, Jiang Wang killed Zhen and hired Yanluo from Hell's Unending Gate to assassinate the top figures of Zhuang Country.

Since Jiang Wang has dealings with Diyou Wumen, he wouldn't send a lamb to the tiger's mouth.

If he had the chance, he wouldn't mind letting Jiang Wang feel some pain.

But Jiang Wang has already become Elder Jiang Ge...

He wouldn't take any risks at all.

Though we are still worlds apart, let's each take care of ourselves.

He chose to silently bless from afar!

“Of course, it’s a good thing that hell has no gate. Being able to learn from such a talented person like Brother Wu is also what Lin wishes for.” Lin Guangming sighed: “But Lin is naturally carefree and cannot bear confinement. He doesn't have the idea of joining any organization, so he can only disappoint Brother Wu!”

"No worries, no worries." Officer Wang waved his hand dismissively, his attitude extremely conciliatory and far from giving up. "I am a person who dislikes forcing others to do things against their will. To be honest, our organization is quite free-flowing. If you want to take on missions, you do; if not, you can disappear for the entire year - the workload is incredibly light..."

“To be honest, Brother Official, I'm a straightforward person who can't stand dirt in my eyes. I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to get along with villains like King Qin Guang and King Bian Cheng. And I don't want to kill for money… I won't join the organization.” Lin Guangming said earnestly: “But Brother Official, I admire you very much. We hit it off immediately, why not become brothers”

"Good!" The coroner, Wang Tong, slapped him on the shoulder in agreement. Helping a colleague with his burial rites was more natural than helping a brother: "I have exactly the same thought!"

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Lin Guangming raised his hand and looked up to the sky: "I am a man of my word. Making an oath of brotherhood is a very serious matter to me. Brother Wu, from now on, I consider you as my own brother!"

"I am known for my trustworthiness. King Qin Guang brought me into the organization years ago, and for all this time, I have served him loyally, through thick and thin. I am utterly devoted! Even when Hell Without a Gate almost destroyed us, I never betrayed him!" Officer Wang also spoke with passion: "From now on, your status in my heart will be no less than his. For the rest of our lives, you won't let me down, and I won't let you down!"

"Let's talk about our ages, so we can figure out the order of seniority." Lin Guangming reported Lin Zhengli's birthday: "I was born on July 21st, 3899 in the Dao calendar. What about you, older brother"

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Of course, one shouldn't casually reveal one's birth date and time, even if they have long since severed ties with its influences. As for the original name, it is not so important. The coroner Wang casually made up a birth date of "Three Eight Nine Two in the Daoli era": "My real name is Cui Di, it seems my esteemed brother is a bit older than you!"

Lin Guangming immediately cupped his fist and said, "Big Brother!"

The coroner, Wang, took his hand and said, "Good brother!"

Lin Guangming's voice was filled with excitement: "From now on, we become sworn brothers of different surnames. We don't ask to be born in the same year, month, and day, but we do ask to die in the same year, month, and day!"

"Wait a moment—" Officer Wang stopped him: "When did your older brother die"

“Oh, how foolish of me!” Lin Guangming slapped his forehead. “Meeting you today, I was so carried away that I forgot I am no longer human! Let me say another one—not seeking to die in the same year, month, and day, but hoping for shared wealth and prosperity, free from hardship!”

"What a prosperous time! We have no worries!" The coroner, Wang, gripped his hand tightly. "But I also want to add, we must act on behalf of heaven and uphold our original intentions!"

"Big brother!"

"Dear younger brother!"

Under the scorching sun, the forest was dappled with warm shadows, and sunlight glinted like gold.

Two bosom friends looked at each other, scrutinizing each other's fatal weaknesses, reluctant to let go for a long time.

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As the saying goes: When a dragon, ghost, tiger, and human meet, righteous ways will stir up wind and cloud for a hundred years!

Three days pass in the blink of an eye.

During these three days, Jiang Wang did not simply stay in the cave. Instead, he spread out his knowledge and used his immortal consciousness to manifest as an immortal with ears and eyes. He left the camp, traveled far and wide, and supplemented his understanding of Yu Yuan.

As for how to act, Yingwu already has a complete plan.

But Jiang Wang still wanted to think it over himself.

Ji Zhaonan and Gan Chang'an were also like this, both biding their time and waiting for the wind to change. They were each testing the feasibility of this operation in their own way. Only each individual can be responsible for their own life.

Ying Wu ru jue, bringing the championship team, arrived at the agreed-upon cave.

That pile of embers, cold from days without a flame, also flared to life.

A tiny cave had already gathered two top-tier deities, four powerful real people, and one top-tier cave truth who was ready to derive the way at any time. This would be considered a powerful force anywhere in the world.

If all their identities could be manifested as power, it would be enough to influence the current world order!

“…That’s the basic plan.” Everyone sat around the fire, no order at all, but Ying Wulong sat there like a crouching tiger, and instantly became the head. “Calculating the time, the news will be released in about half an hour. Anyone who wants to back out – now is the time to flee back to the Great Wall.”

In the cave, no one spoke. At this point, of course no one would back out.

"How did Yingwu persuade you" Jiang Wang asked Chongxuan Zun in the sea of consciousness.

Zheng Xuan calmly replied, "He said you have already agreed, and they are determined to do it."

“From now on, we need to stay away from this person. He’s too dangerous.” Jiang Wang said.

“You wouldn't feel very safe, would you” Chong Xuan replied.

Then, he had no words.

Yingwu's plan was not complicated; it involved luring the enemy, being surrounded, and then counter-encircling. The more complex a plan, the more variables involved, and the harder it was to succeed. Especially on such a vast battlefield where two clans were engaged in a fierce struggle.

As the leader of this operation, he should simplify the action steps as much as possible to reduce variables.

The key to this plan lies in the implementer's ability to judge appropriate limits.

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For example, the pressure given by Yu Yuan at Changcheng's side, can it firmly nail down the Asura Nine Lords on the front line

For example, how can we make Huang Ye Yu feel there's a chance

without feeling threatened

For example, how can we control the battlefield so that Yu Bian's deep scouts have no time to transmit information and mobilize reinforcements

Ying Wu believed in Xu Wang, and he believed in himself, but this was still a gamble walking on the edge of a cliff.

The moment the Asura Clan learned of Prince Qin's whereabouts, they knew there was no turning back.

"Since there are no objections, let's proceed with the specific task assignment." Yingwu wasted no time and directly began to command: "The initial three moves, pursuing Zong Yan, fleeing back to the Great Wall, and being intercepted and pursued by Huang Ye Yu, all involve facing them alone. During this process, if anything unexpected happens—for example, Zhenhou fails to create enough pressure on the front lines, causing more than two Asura Kings to return; or if I fail to control Zong Yan... you are free to leave. This is not your responsibility. I will bear no grudges."

“What you need to do is hunt as usual in the early stage, don't alert the Asura Clan, and at the same time pay attention to Gu's battlefield. Complete the encirclement at the right time—what is the right time, I believe everyone has their own insights. The battlefield is ever-changing, I only mark out a few battlefields, and I don't arrange your actions in advance to avoid restricting the hands and feet of you geniuses.”

"My lords," he surveyed the room. "My life is in your hands. Let me be clear: if there are no leaks before the siege, and yet problems arise during the encirclement, if anyone fails to honor their commitment—then accountability will be demanded."

As expected of a natural born king.

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He gets people fired up when he talks about his plans, and commands respect when he lays down the law.

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Throughout the entire operation, the plan was clear, responsibilities were well-defined, and he himself bore the greatest risk. Naturally, no one had any objections.

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Ying Wu continued, "This operation will be led by Wang Yiwu and Gan Chang'an. They will act as our lookouts, one monitoring the movements along the Great Wall, the other watching for anything unusual in the depths of Yu Yuan. If any unexpected events occur, they must notify us immediately. Do you understand"

At this moment, Gan Chang'an was not being vague. He immediately rose to his feet and performed the grand ritual of a Qin general: "Your subordinate takes your command!"

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After the seven-person squad assembled, Wang Yiwu rarely spoke. When the mission was assigned, however, he stepped forward: "One person is enough for scouting duty. I should be on the front lines."

Ying Wu said nothing.

Zhong Xuan sat lazily by the bonfire, his elbows propped on his knees, fingers loosely clenched into half-fists, supporting his cheek. The fire danced restlessly, its flames flickering across his handsome profile, making his smile seem to appear and disappear at times.

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I don't know what attitude they have.

"What business is it of yours with Lord Shura I'm right here!" Ji Zhaonan had a frosty expression and put on his senior brother's airs: "Get lost!"

Wang Yiwu glanced at him, ultimately said nothing, and used silence to express acceptance.

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