57: Chapter 57 Is it a blessing or a curse?

On the other side.

Tang Xiaowu returned to her room and let out a long sigh of relief.

She walked over to the bed and sat down, then solemnly took out a palm-sized beast bone covered in intricate runes from her bosom.

After being sent back by Chen Shanzhi last night, she had been so exhausted physically and mentally from the turmoil in the Secret Realm that she had fallen sound asleep the moment her head hit the pillow.

She had actually forgotten to urgently report the events within the Zhenguo Marquis Mansion Secret Realm to Grandfather Divine Shaman, who was far away in the heart of the Hundred Thousand Mountains!

This beast bone was an Earth-Grade Treasure Artifact that the Divine Shaman had personally given to her when she left the Wu clan territory as the Saintess!

This item was extremely precious, and its effects were Heaven-Defying.

Once activated, it could not only completely isolate everything from Divine Sense and True Yuan detection.

It could also ignore distance and conduct a five-minute encrypted remote communication once a week!

This was the only direct line of communication between her and the Wu clan.

Tang Xiaowu took a deep breath and bit her fingertip.

A drop of crimson blood essence dripped accurately into the rune groove in the center of the beast bone.

"Hum——"

The blood essence was instantly absorbed, and the beast bone erupted with an extremely blinding grayish-white light.

Immediately after, a faint gray mist spread from the beast bone, completely enveloping and isolating Tang Xiaowu's entire room in the blink of an eye.

The gray mist churned and twisted violently in mid-air.

Gradually, it condensed into a face full of wrinkles that exuded endless majesty.

It was the pillar of the Wu clan, the Divine Shaman!

"Xiaowu, have you discovered the whereabouts of the first three volumes of the 'Wu God Nine-Turn Golden Body Art' while in the capital?"

The Divine Shaman's voice rang out in the room through the gray mist.

Tang Xiaowu nodded, her expression grave.

Without any wasted words, she spoke rapidly and recounted the events of the two of them in the Secret Realm in great detail.

The Divine Shaman listened quietly, his old face wearing an unpredictable expression.

After hearing the entire account, the room fell into a deathly silence.

After a long while, the Divine Shaman slowly closed his eyes and let out a very heavy sigh:

"To think, to think... that sealed past from a hundred years ago. That tragedy that nearly wiped out our Wu clan would actually reappear in this form within the Zhenguo Marquis Mansion Secret Realm."

The Divine Shaman's voice was filled with endless vicissitudes: "It seems that A-Man still hadn't let go of that obsession even until her death... But this grudge of betraying the Wu clan..."

Speaking of this, the Divine Shaman suddenly opened his eyes!

In that instant, the gray mist churned violently due to his extreme anger!

But in his cloudy eyes, besides anger, there was also a trace of deep helplessness and loneliness: "I just don't know when this old man will be able to avenge my clansmen in my lifetime!"

Hearing this meaningful lament from Grandfather Divine Shaman.

Tang Xiaowu widened her eyes, cleverly grasping the key point in his words!

She looked at the face in the gray mist in disbelief and asked with a trembling voice: "Grandfather Divine Shaman... do you mean that the traitor Sang Ji who betrayed the Wu clan back then... he is still alive?"

The Divine Shaman smiled bitterly, nodded heavily, and uttered a name that made Tang Xiaowu feel like she had fallen into an ice cellar:

"Not only is he alive, he is living quite comfortably. Xiaowu, do you know about one of the four Great Demon Gods of the current Demon Dynasty? That Demon God who wears a ghost mask all year round?"

Tang Xiaowu's head buzzed.

"The ghost-masked Demon God of the Demon Dynasty is the traitor Sang Ji from back then?"

That ghost-masked Demon God, who was stained with the blood of countless Wu clan members and sought to exterminate the Wu clan, was actually Sang Ji, the former Successor of the Divine Oracle who had been so highly regarded by the Wu clan?

Upon hearing this earth-shattering secret, Tang Xiaowu was visibly stunned.

Then, all her doubts were explained perfectly at that moment!

No wonder that ghost-masked Demon God knew the Wu clan's defensive deployments so well!

It turned out he was the former Successor of the Divine Oracle!

After the shock passed, a deep, suffocating sense of powerlessness followed.

Tang Xiaowu knew better than anyone that the reason the Wu clan was forced to retreat into the depths of the Hundred Thousand Mountains and face the danger of extermination at any time was largely because this ghost-masked Demon God, who understood the Wu clan so well, was working against them from the shadows!

And his strength was terrifying to the extreme!

Even the current strongest of the Wu clan, Grandfather Divine Shaman, was not his match!

Seemingly feeling Tang Xiaowu's inner panic and despair through the gray mist, the Divine Shaman squeezed out a gentle smile on his old face and comforted her:

"Xiaowu, don't be afraid, and don't think too much. Although that traitor is strong, as long as I have a breath left, he will never dare to easily step half a step into our Wu clan's territory!"

Speaking of this, the Divine Shaman suddenly changed the subject, his tone carrying a hint of extremely subtle probing and amusement:

"However, hearing what you said just now, that Zhenguo Marquis Mansion young master was actually able to bring you into their Zhenguo Marquis Mansion Secret Realm. It seems... your relationship with this young master has already developed to an extraordinary level."

Hearing this sudden teasing from Grandfather Divine Shaman, Tang Xiaowu immediately recalled those extremely absurd and blush-inducing scenes in the stone room last night.

On her fair, pretty face, a very obvious, burning red blush instantly flew up. She lowered her head tightly, not even daring to look at the gray mist.

Seeing this, the Divine Shaman, as if he had completely failed to notice her anomaly, continued very seriously:

"Since the first three volumes of the 'Wu God Nine-Turn Golden Body Art' have now fallen into his hands, Xiaowu, you must find a way as soon as possible, at all costs, to get these first three volumes and safely send them back to the Wu clan! With these first three volumes, our Wu clan will have hope for a resurgence!"

The Divine Shaman paused, his tone becoming extremely deep:

"As for... his requirement for holding this Cultivation Technique is that he wants to Cultivate. Then, Xiaowu, you should... go with the flow and help him Cultivate. Now that the Wu clan has reached this critical moment of life and death, we don't care if this supreme Cultivation Technique is leaked to the people of Great Zhou."

Boom! This extremely explicit remark from Grandfather Divine Shaman was like a thunderbolt, striking directly on Tang Xiaowu's head!

Tang Xiaowu knew the subtext of this passage all too well. In the Wu clan, for an outsider without a pure Wu clan Bloodline to force themselves to Cultivate this 'Wu God Nine-Turn Golden Body Art', there was, and had always been, only one way!

That was to have an extremely close, deep-Bloodline union with a woman who possessed a pure Wu clan Bloodline!

As for exactly how to unite? It meant exactly what it said! There must be zero-distance, extremely intimate, and frequent physical intimacy. Through the exchange of bodily fluids, could an outsider's body produce a trace of Wu clan blood energy capable of withstanding the operation of the Cultivation Technique!

"Xiaowu." The Divine Shaman looked at Tang Xiaowu, who was bowing her head in silence and trembling slightly, and sighed long:

"Grandfather knows that you have always had that young man named Tang Liu in your heart. But! In the face of national affairs, in the face of the life and death of the entire clan! Personal matters of the heart must be put aside!"

"The Zhenguo Marquis Mansion is incredibly powerful in the Great Zhou. If our Wu clan can take this opportunity to gain secret military and material support from the Zhenguo Marquis Mansion, then the predicament of our Wu clan being attacked from both sides will be countless times easier!"

The Divine Shaman's voice was extremely grave, like a mountain pressing on Tang Xiaowu's shoulders:

"Sacrificing you alone might save millions of Wu clan citizens. Do you understand what Grandfather means?"

Tang Xiaowu bit her red lips tightly, her eyes filled with mist.

After a long while, she slowly raised her head, a trace of extremely complex resignation flashing in her eyes.

"Xiaowu... Xiaowu understands. Xiaowu will... help Your Highness the young master Cultivate."

She nodded, her ears, which were already flushed red, were now so hot that it felt like they could cook an egg.

Seeing this, the Divine Shaman's old face showed a trace of extremely complex heartache and gratification. He nodded and comforted her:

"Good child. You have really been wronged. If you encounter any danger there, crush this beast bone at any time. If there are no other extremely urgent matters, let this communication end here, Grandfather is withdrawing."

"Xiaowu respectfully sees off Grandfather Divine Shaman."

As the words fell, the gray mist in mid-air instantly dissipated, and the rune-engraved beast bone returned to dead silence and fell onto the bed.

At the same time, deep in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, the core Holy Land of the Wu clan.

The Divine Shaman sat, looking slightly tired, on the chair made from the bones of an ancient Vicious Beast, and reached out to rub his eyebrows. His cloudy eyes were now full of depth.

"A-Man, Chen San... Xiaowu and that Chen Shanzhi."

The Divine Shaman muttered to himself in a low voice, his tone carrying a trace of fatalism:

"How is it that our Wu clan's purest Saintess has, once again, become inextricably entangled with people from the Zhenguo Marquis Mansion?"

Subsequently, this man who held absolute authority over the Wu clan sighed a very heavy, long sigh. His gaze looked toward the direction of the capital.

"This time... I don't know if it is a blessing... or a curse!"