Chapter 199 The Massacre

In the late Western Jin Dynasty, during the Yongjia Rebellion, the Wang clan of Langya moved south from Langya, relocating their entire clan to Jinling.

Because they missed their homeland, they continued to call themselves the Wang clan of Langya.

During the Eastern Jin Dynasty, the Southern Langya Commandery was established.

Xu Shi strode along the streets of Jinling City, still dressed in simple, rustic garb as a Fangshi (Taoist mage). Although there were many people around, no one noticed this middle-aged man whose attire seemed strangely out of place to modern eyes.

Regardless, he was once among the most powerful Fangshi in all of China.

He traveled overseas, slaying the primordial gods of a foreign land and refining the elixir of immortality.

Later, he even absorbed the primary portion of the divinity of the Sakura Island. Although he couldn't resonate with the world and unleash such powerful divine arts in areas far from Sakura Island, his cultivation and Taoist attainments hadn't diminished; he was still an undisputed apex existence in the human realm.

He had initially headed straight for Langya, but he calmed down only after arriving there, realizing that the Wang clan of Langya had long since moved away from their ancestral lands, relocating to Jinling to develop and flourish. He regained his composure, but his resolve grew even stronger, so he turned and headed straight for the Jiangnan region.

At this moment, within the Wang clan of Langya...

An old man stood by a bed. On the bed lay a clansman in a deep coma.

The doctor stood up, shook his head at the old man, and sighed.

Starting from the Qin Dynasty, spanning over two thousand years, the Wang clan had branched out to an immeasurable number of people. If modern people were to trace their ancestry, they would inevitably discover that one of their ancestors was someone who had left their mark on history.

Only the main family still carried the title of the Wang clan of Langya.

Even so, their numbers were considerable.

However, among the numerous members of the Wang clan, only a few had achieved any prominence in cultivation. The man in the deep coma, Wang Guanghe, was undoubtedly the leader of the younger generation. This time, he had taken the ancestral general's token to the mausoleum of the First Emperor, hoping to obtain the spear techniques passed down by their ancestor, Lord Wucheng.

Lord Wucheng, Wang Jian, was the greatest contributor to Qin's conquest of the six states.

His spear techniques and military strategies were certainly buried with the First Emperor.

But no one knew what had happened.

When Wang Guanghe set out, he was spirited and awe-inspiring, but when he returned, he was half-dead. A hideous wound nearly cleaved him in two. If not for a strand of energy sustaining his life, a corpse would be lying there.

The kind that could be immediately prepared for a funeral feast.

Moreover, among the Wang clan members who had accompanied him, a full half had gone missing.

When asked what had happened, the survivors all claimed ignorance.

This filled the Wang clan members with resentment. Their own disciples had gone out on a trip, only for their leader to return half-dead and half of them missing. And when asked, no one knew anything. No one could endure such frustration.

The leading elder said, "How is Guanghe?"

The doctor shook his head. "He's finished. His meridians are completely ruined. Even if he can be saved, he'll be a cripple, unable to cultivate again."

The old man tightened his grip on his cane.

After seeing the doctor off, he looked at the others and said slowly, "I have decided to use a supernatural ability to communicate with the true spirit of our ancestor..."

The surrounding Wang clan disciples were all shocked.

A middle-aged man wanted to dissuade him.

But then he saw the old man holding his cane, glaring at him like a tiger watching its prey.

As if to say, if you dare open your mouth, I'll give you a whack with this cane.

It was no wonder that the others hesitated. What the old man was talking about was consuming his own cultivation, even a portion of his lifespan, to awaken the true spirit hidden within the Wang family's general's token. Such Taoist arts were similar to some supernatural abilities that consumed true spirits to briefly summon ancient heroes, but were more gentle.

It was merely to inquire of the true spirit within these ancient objects and reconstruct the situation at the time.

And in order to minimize the damage to the inheritance of these ancient objects, the caster had to pay a price.

The true spirit awakened by this general's token was a general under the command of the First Emperor of Qin.

Lord Wucheng of Qin, Wang Jian!

Of course, it wasn't the true spirit of Wang Jian himself, but merely a shadow of Wang Jian left on the general's token.

Otherwise, they could directly obtain the inheritance by paying the price.

…………………

Just as the old man of the Wang family 'persuaded' the clan members and was about to activate the general's token, the gate suddenly shook violently. Then, the Wang family's gate, sealed by a barrier, burst open with a loud crash. The numerous Wang family cultivators looked up in shock, seeing their fellow cultivators, stationed outside, all flying backward, spewing blood.

Many were injured, and some had even died.

The newcomer calmly lowered his palm.

He wore a light gray and white Taoist mage robe, with a fair and peaceful face, a long beard, and gentle eyes that seemed to contain all things in the world. His clothes were neat and tidy. Clearly, he had just raised his hand and easily defeated the Wang family cultivators who had formed the array. Not even a speck of blood mist had fallen on him.

The Wang clan had once been known as "Sharing the world with the Ma clan."

Their ancestors had experienced countless great storms, and even now, they were not to be underestimated.

Seeing this scene, everyone knew that someone had come to cause trouble.

Xu Shi's face was cold.

At this moment, he had cast aside all distracting thoughts, focused solely on clarifying the events that had occurred within the imperial mausoleum. Nothing else was within his scope of consideration. With his strength, after clarifying the matter, he could conceal himself and escape. Who could stop him? Once he returned to Sakura Island, he would have nothing to fear.

He said indifferently, "Bring all those who participated in the imperial mausoleum expedition here."

The Wang clan's patriarch's eyes were icy cold. He didn't respond, but merely raised the cane in his hand.

In an instant, several figures leaped out from the ancestral hall behind him.

All were relaxed and stood in the air.

Two old men.

And one holding an ancient sword sealed within its scabbard, his expression ancient and solemn.

Within the Wang family's ancestral hall resided many reclusive predecessors of the Wang clan. This swordsman had once crossed swords with Zhang Ruosu, the Celestial Master, in his youth. Later, Zhang Ruosu had invited him to travel the world, but he had declined due to the clan's requirements. Afterward, he had traveled to famous mountains and rivers, incorporating the landscapes of heaven and earth into his sword intent.

Among the Taoist, Buddhist, and martial arts sects of the world, he was enough to be ranked as a first-rate cultivator.

The two old men around him moved swiftly, instantly crossing the courtyard and appearing beside Xu Shi.

Their sleeves billowed.

Those with slightly lower cultivation felt a constriction in their breathing. It was as if a storm was raging in this courtyard. The Wang family's courtyard had some carefully designed lotus ponds and lakes. Now, all the water from these bodies of water was drawn out. The sleeves fluttered, crashing towards Xu Shi like long dragons.

The sound was as deep as thunder.

Xu Shi's eyes showed no ripple.

Without knowing how he moved, the storm and water dragons directly collapsed.

The water vapor turned to mist.

Not entering within three zhang.

The swordsman's green blade flared in his palm.

The long sword was clear and serene, but there was a line of blood on the spine, as if condensing a cavity of pure blood.

He let out a clear whistle, and the sword qi and sword light surged, almost obscuring the sky and the earth. The momentum was vast, fully comprehending the principles of complex changes in swordsmanship.

Xu Shi stretched out his finger, expressionlessly pinching the sword.

Then, all the sword qi and sword intent scattered.

The famous sword, nurtured with sword intent for thirty years, was directly broken by the white-handed Fangshi with a gentle snap.

The swordsman coughed blood and retreated violently, his aura plummeting.

The swordsman, almost the strongest attacker in the clan, was defeated in one move.

The Wang family was silent.

Completely unable to believe it.

Xu Shi clenched his hand. His body had been nourished by divinity for two thousand years. Under the accumulation of this terrifying amount of time, its strength almost surpassed the so-called Vajra-glazed body of Buddhism. He had been relying on divinity to fight, but now that he had left Sakura Island, he initially felt an emptiness and discomfort. But as he began to use the means of a Fangshi again, he slowly felt the return of power.

It was very solid and complete.

This made him feel more at ease.

At this moment, he noticed the general's token. With the Fangshi's keen senses, he immediately sensed the faint connection between the general's token and the imperial mausoleum. He reached out to take the general's token, and the old man's expression changed. He stepped forward abruptly, his cane wrapped in magic, smashing down heavily, activating the formation, and resisting Xu Shi's movements.

At the same time, he smashed the general's token out, throwing it to a young man behind him, and roared:

"Go!"

"Take the general's token away, it is a treasure left by our ancestors."

"Go to the Celestial Master's Mansion!"

Xu Shi's eyes fell, silently leaving a mark on the young man who was gritting his teeth and fleeing quickly. His five fingers fell, casually knocking the old man in front of him flying. The latter directly crashed into the wall. Even the Wang family's ancestral hall, made of special materials, was shattered with spider web-like cracks. The old man coughed up blood, his beard and hair flared with anger, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Who are you? Seeking revenge in private, aren't you afraid of Celestial Master Zhang?!"

"Zhang Ruosu..."

Xu Shi said indifferently:

"I may not be able to kill him, but if I want to leave, he can't stop me either."

"You..."

When the Wang clan's patriarch heard his words, he was about to reply, but suddenly paused and said, "That accent."

His face flushed with anger, and he said:

"Wa dwarf?!"

Xu Shi's action of leaving paused, stopped, and his eyes looked towards the old man.

"Forget it, since you want to die."

"I will satisfy you."

The old man sensed that the young man with the general's token had already fled far away, and his heart was at peace. Facing Xu Shi's threat, he just sneered.

Spitting out a mouthful of blood-stained saliva.

"I呸!" (Pēi! - A sound of spitting and contempt)

………………

The high-speed rail station of Jinling City.

Wei Yuan and the First Emperor got off the train.

"This is Jinling City..."

"Do you want to visit the Wang clan of Langya?"

The First Emperor shook his head and said, "No need."

"It's been so long, they don't have much connection with Wang Jian anymore, it's meaningless for me to go."

"I see..."

Wei Yuan nodded, pondered, and then suggested:

"Then do you want to eat duck?"

He held out one finger and said seriously, "Jinling's duck is also very famous."

"No duck can fly out of here alive, just like no rabbit can leave Shu unharmed."

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