137: Chapter 137 A Thousand-Year Injustice (Bonus Chapter!!!)

The ancestral hall was gloomy, perpetually filled with a mixture of incense and the scent of mildew.

On the altar table at the deepest part of the hall, instead of ancestral tablets, sat a headless body dressed in a faded Confucian scholar's robe. The neck's severed edge was unnervingly smooth, yet there was no sign of decay.

On a sandalwood tray beside the altar table rested a lifelike monk's head, eyes closed, face serene, as if merely asleep.

Strangely, there seemed to be an invisible connection between the head and the body, maintaining the operation of the formation.

Su Chen looked at this bizarre scene, a shiver running down his spine, but his thirst for power overwhelmed everything.

Summoning his courage, he first stuffed the headless scholar's body into a sack, dragged it to the back hill, and buried it in a random spot.

Next, he picked up the monk's head. Initially intending to bury it too, he found it too inauspicious and casually tossed it into a patch of overgrown weeds where no one ever passed.

He thought this would create a new 'crisis' for him, the 'only' one in the know, to solve, thereby establishing his authority.

Sure enough, the very next day, Qingniu Village began to see deaths again!

The manner of death was exactly the same as many years before!

The villagers immediately realized the Demon Suppression Grand Array had malfunctioned!

Terrified, they quickly discovered Su Chen had tampered with the items in the ancestral hall.

This time, the villagers were truly frightened.

They knelt outside Su Chen's house, kowtowing like pounding garlic, desperately pleading:

"Young Master Su! We beg you! Please return the Great Master's head and the scholar's body!"

"Yes, Young Master Su! From now on, we'll listen to you! You'll be our Village Chief!"

"If it's not suppressed, we'll all die!"

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Su Chen looked down at the panicked crowd beneath him, his heart swelling with pride and his vanity immensely gratified.

He felt just like his father, holding the power of life and death over everyone.

Having achieved his goal, Su Chen, puffed up with success, prepared to retrieve the corpse and the head.

However, when he reached the burial site on the back hill and dug up the soil...

He found the sack was still there, but the body inside had vanished without a trace!

He then frantically ran to that patch of overgrown weeds.

The monk's head was also nowhere to be found!

Su Chen was completely dumbfounded!

Only then did he realize the magnitude of the disaster he had caused!

His father, Su Mu, had 'invited' them away back then, but he had 'lost' them!

In a panic, Su Chen thought of the three immortal cultivation sects that had originally set up the formation.

He sent people to inquire everywhere and finally managed to contact them.

The response, however, was blunt:

They could help, but required an astronomical sum for 'labor fees' and 'material costs'.

The amount was something Su Chen couldn't possibly produce.

Even if he could, he absolutely refused to be such a sucker.

Thus, he slunk back to Qingniu Village.

Within days, the village population was halved again.

The survivors looked at Su Chen with eyes filled with near-despair and resentment.

Just as Su Chen was at his wit's end, feeling disaster was about to befall him too, a group of people claiming to be remnant disciples of the Tianji Sect came knocking.

Their leader was a pale-faced, sinister-eyed middle-aged man who gave his surname as Wu.

"Young Master Su, we can resolve the village's troubles for free,"

the Wu-named cultivator said in a low voice, "on one condition—the village must accept us, allowing us to establish our mountain sect here and pass on our legacy."

"Free?"

Hearing that word, Su Chen's eyes instantly lit up.

He didn't bother to ponder why they were so kind or what exactly the 'Tianji Sect' was.

He hastily agreed:

"Good! Good! As long as you can solve the problem, any condition is acceptable!"

The Tianji Sect members indeed had some skills.

They didn't reuse the previous Demon Suppression Grand Array.

Instead, they employed a more secretive and bizarre method, seemingly 'redirecting' or 'transferring' the Uncontrolled resentment?

The jade slip's record wasn't detailed about the specific method, only mentioning they seemed to utilize some bloodline connections and special destinies...

In any case, a few days later, the village's bizarre deaths ceased once more.

But the return to peace came at a price.

While 'resolving' the issue, the Tianji Sect's higher-ups accidentally discovered Su Chen actually possessed spiritual roots.

Although heavily impure, he could reluctantly cultivate.

The Tianji Sect Leader immediately took Su Chen on as a Personal Disciple.

From then on, the Tianji Sect officially took root in Qingniu Village.

They gradually infiltrated and took control of everything in the village.

As time passed, the foreign Tianji Sect disciples and their descendants intermarried and blended with the original Qingniu villagers.

Gradually, the name Qingniu Village was forgotten.

It was replaced by Tianji Village.

Su Yueniang was one of the Tianji Sect's later core figures, and a descendant of Su Chen's bloodline.

The jade slip's contents ended abruptly here.

Chen Zilong slowly put down the jade slip, his chest heaving, his breathing heavy.

He finally understood. The four Female Corpses were the wrongfully killed Princess Zixia and her three daughters with Wang Lin!

The 'husband' and 'father' in their mouths was precisely Wang Lin!

The boy with severed limbs, kept in the pigsty, was likely the 'younger brother' they had called for earlier, Wang Lin's only son!

And that boy was probably the monster inside Yingxian Pavilion!

And Su Yueniang... was actually a descendant of Su Mu and Princess Zixia!

Her veins flowed with two Extremely opposing bloodlines—that of the perpetrator and the victim!

No wonder she said 'this servant's path has also reached its end.'

Her very existence was testament to that criminal history!

"Su Mu... Su Chen... Tianji Sect... Very good, excellent!" Chen Zilong ground out the words between his teeth, his voice low and hoarse, brimming with killing intent.

He finally understood the source of that Soaring resentment, why that endless sorrow and hatred had lingered for a millennium without dissipate!

This was no natural disaster, nor simple evil haunting!

This was a sea of blood and enmity that had lasted a thousand years, spanning generations!

It was the undying wronged souls of the innocent, betrayed after receiving kindness, subjected to utter humiliation!

He raised his head, his gaze once again falling upon the ancient well that had swallowed the four unfortunate women, his expression complex.

Anger at the despicable vileness of Su Mu, Su Chen, and those villagers, and sorrow at the Tragic encounter of Princess Zixia's family.

Simultaneously, Su Yueniang's final warning echoed in his mind—' Project Destiny', 'die by the hands of one's own people'...

This Tianji Village, no!

Qingniu Village, was like a massive, resentment-filled vortex.

And he was already caught in it.

"One's own people..." Chen Zilong murmured, his eyes sharp as blades, scanning the surrounding dead silence and darkness.

He felt as if a pair of eyes were secretly watching him from the shadows.

The night was still long.

This well, and the Tianji Sect and the so-called ' Project Destiny' hidden behind this village, were definitely not as simple as they appeared on the surface.

He clenched his fist, the lightning on his five thunders heavenly heart armor faintly flowing once more.

He had to investigate further!

Not only to uncover the truth, but also to...

Give that Millennia-Old Injustice... an answer!

He took a step forward, not leaving, but instead walked even more resolutely towards that ancient well.

He knew, the 'them' below the well might also be key...

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