Witch Wind

Chapter 134 Which one do you choose? (Part )

A living person.

Chop it open with an axe.

Blood splattered everywhere and liver and brains were scattered on the ground.

Xing Tianqingshu vomited on the spot. His knees went weak and he knelt on the ground, retching violently. Bile mixed with gastric juice spurted out together, even from his nostrils.

This fellow "inherited" the title of Earl of Pingbo at a young age. With the property of the Xingtian family in Nanxun Town as his foundation, he has been living a life of luxury since he was a child.

Not to mention killing people, he had never even seen the slaughter of the New Year pig since he was a child.

A living person was chopped into two pieces right in front of him... The bloody blood, bloody flesh, bloody bones and internal organs were all "crashed" and blown away by the axe wind.

Xing Tianqingshu knelt on the ground, vomiting, screaming, wailing, and then giving orders hysterically.

Near the City Lord's Mansion of Sijin City, on several streets near and far, some shops, some houses, and some business carriages parked on the streets, large groups of weaving department experts swarmed out.

The weaving department is in Dongyun and is still very powerful.

Xing Tian issued an order in blue script, and all the secret strongholds of the weaving factory in the western islands of Dongyun sent out their elites to work under him in greater or lesser degrees.

There are more than 200 islands of various sizes, thousands of weaving factories and secret outposts, and more than 12,000 skilled fighters gathered there.

They were dressed in clothes of various colors, holding various weapons in their hands, running like galloping horses, leaping like flying birds, and some of them were shouting with bone whistles in their mouths, making sharp whistles. They rushed out from all directions like a tide and rushed straight to the City Lord's Mansion.

They are all the elite of the weaving department!

Although they don't have any extraordinary powers, they are elite soldiers who are capable of defeating ten enemies at once on the battlefield.

Then, low roars of wild beasts were heard, and large groups of jungle lions, jungle leopards, and even giant crocodiles, giant pythons, gorillas, clouded leopards and other big guys rushed out of the city lord's mansion like a nightmare.

These giants, which were several times larger than their peers, rushed into the conflicting elite troops of the Weaving Department, killing one with one claw and a group with one sweep of their tail. They were like destroying dry wood and rotten wood, and easily defeated more than ten thousand elite troops of the Weaving Department in the blink of an eye.

Can't beat it, can't beat it at all.

These masters and elite weapons are simply unable to harm these ferocious beasts in the slightest.

A knife cannot cut through their hair.

The sword cannot penetrate their flesh.

The small firearms in their hands, accompanied by sharp gunshots, and the small-caliber bullets hit the bodies of these big guys and bounced off one after another. None of the bullets could break their fur.

These giant beasts signed contracts with the Xingtian brothers, received nourishment from the essence and blood of the witches, and had their bodies continuously strengthened by the primordial qi infused by Xingtianli. After several months, their bodies became as hard as bronze and iron, and ordinary worldly weapons could hardly hurt them at all.

Especially their strength. These giant beasts are originally dozens of times stronger than ordinary humans. After this wave of strengthening, they easily have a strength of hundreds of thousands of pounds.

How can these masters from the weaving department defeat them?
Xing Tianqingshu watched helplessly as the elite troops he brought with him rushed forward, watched helplessly as these elite troops were blown to pieces, watched helplessly as they fled in disarray, crying and screaming.

"Don't run, don't run!" Xing Tianqingshu screamed.

Speaking of which, the person in charge of the Weaving Department stationed in Dongyun was quite capable. Xing Tianqingshu was only responsible for issuing orders, and the officials at all levels of the Weaving Department who were responsible for the actual operation actually put together tens of thousands of skilled workers and sent them to Sijin Island, near the City Lord's Mansion of Sijin City.

This kind of ability to act is truly outstanding!
Under normal circumstances, these more than 10,000 elite soldiers from the weaving department could easily wipe out the Shizuo family even if they wanted to behead the top leaders of the Shizuo family.

Unfortunately, they chose the wrong opponent.

The two old ghosts watched as many of the best players in the weaving department were defeated. They were so angry that they howled in unison. They didn't care about good or bad, and they just howled. There was a crisp sound of metal breaking in their bodies. They unsealed the seal in their bodies by themselves and completely released their own cultivation.

Two extremely powerful auras diffused in all directions, and the sinister fluctuations of magical power caused the wind and clouds in the surroundings to change. Thick clouds rolled in the low sky, and the cold wind whistled and rolled up from the ground, transforming into dozens of tornadoes as thick as water tanks, which swirled in place.

"Come and die!" the two old ghosts shouted in unison. Their bodies shook, and ten sword lights, one grey and nine white, flew out of their bodies silently, bringing with them a cold wind and sparkling ghost fire, and went straight towards Xing Tianren's brothers and slashed down.

Xing Tianren and his brothers felt a chill all over their bodies as they watched the sword light falling on their heads. Their flesh and blood were corroded by an inexplicable evil force and they were unable to move for a moment.

The old turtle suddenly raised its head and a stream of white cold air blew out of its mouth. It was about to use the sword lights of the two old ghosts to test the defensive power of its current tortoise shell.

A figure flashed by, and Wei Zhongxian appeared silently in front of Xing Tianren. He nodded at the two old ghosts with a fake smile and said, "You look young, but it's not easy to cultivate to this level in this Dharma Ending Age!"

Wei Zhongxian stretched out his dry and skinny fingers, and with a light shout, a three-meter-long green light burst out from his fingertips, and lightly swept towards the twenty sword lights. There was a crisp "bang" sound, and the sword lights released by the two old ghosts were shattered together.

With a "wow" sound, the two old ghosts vomited blood, and sticky blood spurted out of their seven orifices.

The nine gray and white sword lights were the Nine-Child Mother Ghost Swords they had secretly refined. It was a very vicious secret sword technique and the fundamental method of their life-and-death cultivation. Wei Zhongxian was not polite at all and directly destroyed their sword lights, which also directly shattered their foundation, making their nearly two hundred years of hard work almost go to waste.

"You!" The two old ghosts vomited blood. They turned around, transformed into two dark winds, picked up Xing Tian's Green Book and left.

Countless native soldiers from Black Borneo swarmed in from all directions, and a large group of Dongyun's private army rushed and chased in the city of Shijin. The sound of gunfire and cannons filled the air, and a large group of ferocious beasts ran around in the city. In the sky, there were even huge hawks flying up and down, making sharp cries from time to time.

The Weaving Department used secret channels to send more than 10,000 elite troops into Sijin City, but they were all wiped out in just one hour.

Shizu Island is more than 200 miles away from Shizu City. At the largest port, a cold wind whistled along the ground and plunged into a cargo ship at the dock that was already ready to leave the port.

After a while, with the sound of the whistle, the freighter accelerated to full speed and fled from the port as if it was on fire.

One day and one night later.

The cargo ship that escaped from Shijin City was sailing westward along the waterway weakly.

On the route, Dongyun warships flying the flags of various lords came and went, and warships from the western islands and the southern islands were intertwined. The main purpose was to clearly distinguish between the two and not interfere with each other.

The lords of the western islands were wealthy, but their main forces were gathered in the Dongyun Inland Ocean, leaving only a few big cats and small cats to guard their own bases.

The lords of the southern islands were poor, and even though they had gathered together warships with all their might, they did not have the confidence to initiate a war at sea.

The warships of both sides occupied the sea in a tacit understanding, setting up checkpoints specifically for merchant ships passing by, boarding the ships for inspection, and exploiting and making money in the name of various "war donations" and "special taxes."

Inside the cargo ship's cabin, Xing Tianqingshu, who looked disheveled, had just sent away a wave of Dongyun's private soldiers who had come to board the ship for inspection. He returned to the cabin weakly, holding his bloody waist bag, and looked at the two old ghosts who were vomiting blood with a blank look on his face.

He kept muttering, "How could this happen? How could this happen? That bastard, how could he have such power?"

"Two old ancestors, didn't you say that this matter is within our grasp and can be easily handled?"

"How could this happen? More than 10,000 elite soldiers from the Weaving Department, more than 10,000 elite soldiers we drew from our strongholds in the western islands, just like that, just like that... in the blink of an eye, they're gone?"

The two old ghosts were lying on the bed. It was March, the weather was warm, but they were wrapped tightly in thick quilts, their bodies trembling like sifting chaff. Their foundations were destroyed, and they spit out blood from time to time. Every time they spit out blood, their breath became weaker.

If it weren't for the secret medicine that forcibly sealed their heart meridians and sealed the last ray of life within their bodies, these two old guys would have died long ago.

Hearing Xing Tianqingshu's mumbling, the two old ghosts barely opened their eyes with murderous glare, wishing they could strangle this guy to death.

They have worked hard all their lives to accumulate this skill!

In this Dharma Ending Age, even though the Dayu Dynasty was a wealthy and powerful country, the little resources in the ancestral land had to be used first to meet the needs of a group of old immortals. Old monsters like Murima and Yang Tianji were the great killers who "guarded the clan" and "guarded the country", and everything depended on them.

There are only a dozen or so lucky youngsters like them in each generation who are the best qualified ones. They can inherit the Dharma and share the leftovers that leak out from the cracks between the fingers of those old monsters, and improve their cultivation little by little. In the Dharma Ending Age, it is not easy to cultivate.

Their natal flying swords were broken by Wei Zhongxian, their foundations of Taoism were completely destroyed, and their cultivation was wasted. There was no way these injuries could be healed; and it was even more impossible for them to have the resources to rebuild their destroyed cultivation.

They can only survive for three to five months at most, and then they will definitely die.

Now, they have to settle with Xing Tianqingshu about their affairs after death.

After coughing up a mouthful of blood and rolling his eyes, an old ghost said coldly: "Uncle Pingbo, now that things have come to this, you should take full responsibility."

Xing Tianqingshu stared at the two old guys in a daze.

The old ghost said in a cold voice: "If you and your son had completely eradicated the problem back then, how could we have encountered the situation today? It is because you failed to do your job well and let that bastard escape, which led to the disaster today."

"The lives of more than tens of thousands of elite members of the weaving department are fine. Tens of thousands of people, tens of thousands of people..." The two old ghosts closed their eyes at the same time and exhaled.

"Give enough pensions, and make arrangements for everything, and this matter can be written off." An old ghost said coldly, "It's just the lives of tens of thousands of people, even if they were good workers in the weaving department. It's just a matter of money... Your family is big and powerful, so you can pay three or five million taels of silver, and the matter can be settled!"

Xing Tianqingshu's face twitched and his heart suddenly ached.

Three or five million taels of silver?
He forced himself to defend himself: "Two ancestors, the blame for this failure..."

The two old ghosts looked at Xing Tianqingshu with a ghostly gaze, "Could it be that the blame will fall on us? You are so bold, how dare you bully your master with your slaves?"

Xing Tianqingshu shut his mouth obediently.

He lowered his head, not daring to look directly at the two old guys - yes, he was a slave, and these two old guys, who were born into royal families, were the masters!
In the Dayu Dynasty, no matter how big a mistake the master made, it was always the fault of the servants.

My Lord, you can't be wrong!

"That's about it." An old ghost took a deep breath, and a trickle of blood dripped from his nostrils: "Now, we have to settle the accounts between the two brothers."

"We won't live long." An old ghost sighed, "We worked hard for the Great Yu Dynasty, so we die. We don't complain about anything. But, we two brothers died because of you."

Xing Tianqingshu widened his eyes and stared at the two old ghosts.

What?
Was your death due to Xing Tian Qing Shu?

"Isn't it?" An old ghost sneered: "If it weren't for Xing Tianli, the bastard, would we two brothers have followed you to Dongyun and suffered this disaster?"

Xing Tianqingshu lowered his head and exhaled heavily.

Well, that's the truth, he accepts it.

"We two brothers are doomed to die, but it's not a pity." An old ghost said quietly, "In this last age, with our cultivation level, if we are careful and restrained, how long can we live?"

"It doesn't matter if we die. We brothers are not the ancestors of the clan. We don't have the resources to preserve our lives and wait for the revival of the world. We are destined to die." An old ghost sighed, "But we brothers have a large family below us."

"When we brothers are alive, our children can wear fine clothes and eat delicious food, and enjoy wealth and glory. Now that we brothers are dead, it's hard to say." An old ghost shook his head: "The royal family is ruthless. Hey, why should such a big family enjoy the ultimate wealth in the world?"

An old ghost nodded slightly: "Among our descendants, there must be someone who can take the lead."

The two looked at Xing Tianqingshu with sharp eyes: "Among our descendants, one or two must be selected to enter the ancestral land, be given the Dharma lineage, and inherit the vacant position of the Forbidden Palace."

They sighed deeply and said, "The places to practice in the ancestral land are in short supply. There are only a dozen places in each generation. Originally, we could live for another hundred or two hundred years, and we could slowly raise funds to send our descendants to the ancestral land. But now, we can't wait any longer."

"We must send our good grandson to the ancestral land as soon as possible and immediately."

Xing Tianqingshu widened his eyes and stared at the two old ghosts: "What do you two ancestors mean?"

The two old ghosts rubbed their fingers vigorously: "According to common sense, the next batch of youngsters who enter the ancestral land to practice will not have a place for our family. After all, we two old immortals are still alive."

"Now, things have happened suddenly. If we want to let our little brat jump the queue to practice in the ancestral land... it costs money!"

An old ghost said in a deep voice: "The Queen Mother has a flexible quota."

An old ghost whispered, "But why would the Queen Mother give such a precious quota to our brothers' descendants? This quota is so precious... As long as a little kid is successful in his cultivation and takes the position of a priest in the Forbidden Palace, he will definitely be a prince! In such a huge Yu Dynasty, there are only a few princes."

"It's going to cost money. It's going to cost a lot!" The two old ghosts said in unison, "Do you think we brothers are going to pay for this? We've sacrificed our lives just to help you Pingbo Bo!"

Xing Tianqingshu looked at the two old ghosts with a confused look on his face.

What they said seemed to make some sense, but also seemed to make no sense.

He stammered, "Then, how much money do you think it would cost to allow the descendants of the two ancestors to enter... enter... the ancestral land?"

The two old ghosts looked at each other, sighed softly, and pointed a finger: "The price is clearly marked, no one is cheated. As for the quota for entering the ancestral land to practice, the Queen Mother has given 10 million taels in previous years, which is about right."

"But now, the Jiazi Xing of each family has come out, and the Queen Mother has to spend money, a lot of money. So, roughly speaking, 100 million taels per person?" An old ghost sighed and said, "We two brothers each have a grandson with excellent aptitude. If we send him to the ancestral land, he will definitely be able to cultivate successfully. Two grandsons, 200 million taels, can almost stably enter the ancestral land."

An old ghost whispered again, "Two hundred million taels of silver, this is the ticket money for them to enter the ancestral land, and it is the filial piety silver for the Queen Mother. After the death of our two brothers, before the two gray grandsons can cultivate successfully, there will be a gap of several decades, right?"

"In the next few decades, the power and territory of our brothers' descendants will definitely shrink. The annual income of our clan will also be reduced. For such a large family, food, drink, defecation and urination will definitely cost money."

"One family earns one million taels a year, and two families earn two million taels a year. Even if we live frugally, it's barely enough. Maybe, let's say the two gray grandsons practice for fifty years? That's another 100 million taels of silver!"

An old ghost whispered, "Also, we have to carefully calculate the cost of the grand funeral for our two brothers!"

Xing Tianqingshu's head was already buzzing, and he was frightened by the two old ghosts' loud mouths.

It’s easily one hundred million taels!
You two old guys, do you know what one hundred million taels means?

What do you regard silver as?
Of course, things like the places for cultivation in the ancestral land, the vacancies for serving in the forbidden palace, the title of the iron-hat prince... these things sound very grand and full of mystery.

These things, measured in worldly money, are indeed astronomically expensive!
For example, for a prince of the Great Yu Dynasty, is it worth 100 million taels of silver?

Probably, it's worth it.

The two old ghosts are still settling accounts.

They had an excuse here, a reason there, and all sorts of reasons. They even calculated how many powerful officials they would need to keep their family afloat after their death. And how would they get these officials? Of course, they would buy them from the Queen Mother with a lot of money!
All these expenses cost money!

"We two brothers are not good enough in cultivation and skills. That old ghost destroyed our flying swords and ruined our Taoism. We are doomed to die." An old ghost sighed, "This is fate. We accept it."

"But we two brothers died to clean up Uncle Pingbo's ass."

"You have to take responsibility for this, Uncle Pingbo!"

"Give us some silver so that we can take care of our affairs after death. Then we two brothers can die peacefully." An old ghost sighed and said, "If Lord Pingbo is unwilling to take the silver, or cannot afford so much silver... then, exterminate all nine generations of his clan."

"Life or money? It's your choice!"

"We brothers have always been reasonable and never force others to do things against their will!"

(End of this chapter)