CHAPTER 115: CHAPTER 76: TRULY DESERVED!_2

"Life and death are fated, yet cause and effect follow their own cycle. The way of the Barbarian Shaman and the way of us Sorcerers are both paths that defy the heavens. Raising the dead, forcefully controlling corpses—these are things Barbarian Shamans excel at. Besides, this corpse belonged to a Third Rank martial artist. Before his death, he had single-handedly slain hundreds of iron-clad cavalry and was shrouded in a baleful aura. Furthermore, he had even studied barbarian curses. No wonder the priests from the Royal Court can’t sit still. Even an old man like myself finds this corpse incredibly enticing."

Is Shatuo Queshi going to turn into a Zombie?

Zheng Fan was stunned for a moment. Honestly, he had never imagined events would take such a turn.

Although he had witnessed the methods of Barbarian Shamans before—back when he, Xue Three, and Liang Cheng were returning, they encountered a female Barbarian Shaman who could instantly transform two living people into undead corpses impervious to weapons. It was just that the female Barbarian Shaman’s luck was poor. After escaping, she ran into Fanli. Following her question, "Can you tell I’ve powdered my face?" she was cut down by Fanli’s axe.

However, in Zheng Fan’s heart, he still felt that since Shatuo Queshi was already dead, he should be allowed to rest in peace. If he couldn’t even find peace after death, it would be truly too cruel to him.

"So, is Commander Li Yuanhu sitting there, waiting for a chance to take revenge?" asked the Sixth Prince.

Drunk Immortal Weng shook his head and said, "The Old Madam only ordered him to assist me in my tasks. I had already foreseen the Royal Court priests’ actions and made prior arrangements. Now, I’m simply letting them follow their path, allowing them to complete ninety-nine parts of the work, while I merely add the final step. They paid such a great price to draw baleful spirits into the corpse, issuing orders long ago that once this body zombifies, it will head straight north, right into the Royal Court. I have foreseen all of this. Therefore, I specifically laid out the Subduing Tiger Array behind the memorial arch. It will first control this newly transformed Zombie, and then the array will be used to wear away its surrounding baleful aura. With Commander Li Yuanhu standing guard nearby, I will then personally step in to seal it.

"From then on, the Lord’s Manor will possess an additional terrifying war puppet—one fashioned from the Barbarian Left Valley King! In the future, when the Lord’s Manor confronts the barbarians again, the mere appearance of this war puppet will be enough to strike terror into their hearts, both in terms of destructive power and intimidation!"

After all, their own Left Valley King had been turned into such a thing and was now coming to kill them. The morale of the barbarians would probably take a huge hit.

The Sixth Prince quickly began to flatter him, "Immortal Weng, you hold wisdom in your grasp and predict matters with divine accuracy. This prince is thoroughly impressed."

Drunk Immortal Weng laughed, stroking his goatee, and said, "The tricks of mere beasts? How many can there be? They only serve to provoke laughter! In my early years, when the Lord invited me here, I used to look down on Barbarian Shamans, thinking their ways were merely minor, unorthodox tricks. However, upon encountering Barbarian Shamans, I too was astonished that such arcane arts existed in this world. It’s just that, in recent years, they’ve been on a steady decline. No matter how arcane something is, once you understand it, once you’ve thoroughly grasped it, it loses its mystique. In this world, of all things, what is most formidable are these two words... ’to scrutinize’."

"This prince has been enlightened."

"This youngster has been enlightened."

Flattery always works.

It seemed Drunk Immortal Weng was terribly bored. Having finally found someone to talk to and pass the time, and then being showered with such effusive praise by the current prince, he was feeling rather smug.

At that moment, Drunk Immortal Weng took out a piece of rice paper from his bosom and unfolded it.

In the center of the rice paper, there was a dot of black ink, which was constantly expanding, becoming ever denser. Within this black ink, a blue line stretched horizontally towards the edge of the paper.

Guessing the direction, it should be north.

"HEH HEH, thankfully, due to the Lord’s Manor’s swift response, those priests likely only managed to hastily complete the summoning before being chased off in disarray by the Northern Army, leaving behind a witless Zombie as a gift for this old man."

After seeing this scene, Zheng Fan felt a bit sad but also helpless.

Li Yuanhu was just sitting there. Although Drunk Immortal Weng was a Sorcerer, his ability to appear silently behind the two of them proved he was no simple character to deal with.

With these two here, even if he were willing to risk everything, he wouldn’t be able to stop anything. Unless...

Zheng Fan glanced at the Sixth Prince beside him, who seemed rather endearingly naive. If he were to draw his saber and hold it to the prince’s neck, could he compel the Lord’s Manor to release Shatuo Queshi’s corpse? SSSS... The Sixth Prince was so kind-hearted; surely he would understand? However, this was just a fleeting thought. He wouldn’t act on it unless he had truly lost his mind.

"Your Highness, young friend, it’s almost time. I must go and prepare," Drunk Immortal Weng said.

"Immortal Weng, please do as you wish."

Drunk Immortal Weng left and walked back to the north side of the memorial arch, where his disciples had already set up an array.

"Although Immortal Weng is one of our Yan people, he cherishes his freedom and has spent years journeying through the four eastern states. It’s said that three years ago, the Lord sent him a letter inviting him to the desert to observe the Barbarian Shamans. That’s what attracted the Immortal Weng and his disciples to the Lord’s Manor."

The Sixth Prince moistened his lips and continued with a sigh, "Now that’s a true superior—someone who understands what their subordinates truly desire."

After he had spoken for a good while without receiving a response from Zheng Fan, the Sixth Prince couldn’t help but ask, "Zheng Colonel, what are you thinking about? Still pondering the importance of cremating corpses?"

"Yes. That way, they wouldn’t be given the chance to claw their way out of their coffins."