In all of Wangduan City, there was only one person who dared to call him "Xiao Ji-Ji" to his face!
The eldest of the Xiao family, Xiao Yue!
Xiao Zhe slowly turned around and looked at him with a cold sneer.
"Oh? If it isn't our First Young Master Xiao? Didn't you say you were going to be a guest professor at the university? How do you have the leisure to come back and watch the moon?"
Xiao Yue smiled indifferently upon hearing this, gently adjusting the badge on his chest.
"Regardless, moon-viewing at Jiuqing Mountain is a grand event for my Wangduan City. Naturally, I had to come back to show some support."
"But Xiao Ji-Ji, how long have you been a Corpse Bearer? Why haven't you been promoted to a Coroner yet? You're really letting down your elder brother's good intentions."
Hearing this, Xiao Zhe couldn't help but clench his fists.
Seeing this, Xiao Yue became even more smug.
"Big brother even went to the trouble of finding out how to promote you. A Corpse Bearer, as the name suggests, needs to carry a hundred corpses to let their body absorb corpse energy and corpse poison, while taking antidotes to avoid death."
"When you finally start emitting a stench like a rotting corpse, you can take the promotion potion to break through to Coroner. Then you can lock in the corpse energy and poison, becoming immune to all toxins!"
"Xiao Ji-Ji, which stage are you at now?"
As he spoke, he pinched his nose with an exaggerated gesture, as if he could already smell a foul odor coming from Xiao Zhe.
The large-eyed boy, however, looked at Xiao Zhe with an expression of pure admiration.
"Brother Xiao, I heard that high-sequence Corpse Bearers are very powerful—they can even kill across ranks!"
"I didn't expect you to have chosen this path, Brother Xiao!"
Xiao Yue couldn't help but burst into laughter, his eyes full of mockery as he looked at Xiao Zhe.
"Yes, high sequences are powerful, but this Corpse Bearer pathway can only reach Sequence 6. How tragic, how lamentable."
He shook his head and walked away as if he were lamenting the injustice on Xiao Zhe's behalf.
Xiao Zhe tried his best to regulate his breathing, but his heart still hammered like a drum.
‘I can't kill him, I can't kill him.’
‘If I kill him, I'll be taken away. What would happen to Mother if I were gone?’
‘Endure it, endure it. At least for now, I can't!’
Xiao Yue was the son of the Xiao family head's first wife.
After his first wife died, the family head married a second wife. After she bore him a son and a daughter, she also passed away. Subsequently, the family head married his third wife.
Xiao Zhe was the son of that third wife.
Among the three wives, Xiao Yue's maternal background was the most influential. With several uncles helping him, he had always suppressed the others!
Strangely, the Xiao family head was happy to see this. In his words, raising sons was like raising Gu; only the strongest would survive. This philosophy had led to the current situation.
As the only one among the children who still had a "mother," Xiao Zhe was naturally targeted the most.
His becoming a Corpse Bearer was inextricably linked to these brothers and sisters of his.
"Brother Xiao, don't take it to heart. The smell is only temporary. Once you become a Coroner, it'll be fine."
The large-eyed boy waved at Xiao Zhe, his eyes full of worship.
In his mind, there was no such thing as high or low status; he simply felt that being a transcendent was already incredible.
Xiao Zhe smiled and ruffled the boy's hair, staring in the direction Xiao Yue had left for a long time without speaking.
Thump, thump, thump.
A series of heavy footsteps sounded from behind Xiao Zhe. He turned around to see a middle-aged man with a dull, wooden expression staring at him.
The moment their eyes met, Xiao Zhe felt the hair on his entire body stand on end!
Danger!
Danger!
Danger!
His mind was filled with nothing but those words, and he even had the urge to flee right then and there!
But out of instinct, he still took a step forward to shield the boy behind him.
The middle-aged man's zombie-like face forced out an expression that could tentatively be called a smile.
"What's so bad about being a Corpse Bearer!"
After saying this, he didn't wait for Xiao Zhe to respond and walked straight into the distance.
Following behind the middle-aged man were four burly men, also in black suits, expressionless.
The heavy footsteps from before had come from these four men.
The large-eyed boy poked his head out from behind Xiao Zhe, not understanding what had happened.
Xiao Zhe, however, couldn't stop himself from trembling.
Relying on his instincts as a Corpse Bearer, he could sense that those four burly men weren't living people at all—they were living corpses!
To be able to control living corpses... this person was actually a Sequence 7 of the Coroner pathway, a Gravedigger!
Sweat soaked Xiao Zhe's back. As a breeze blew, the chill felt even sharper.
He couldn't help but shudder, sensing that something major was going to happen tonight.
...
The mortuary.
The flower trees had completely withered. Yin Yang held a ceramic bowl of "nectar" in his hands.
As bursts of fragrance wafted out, the vengeful spirits that had originally wanted to flee seemed to be hit by a binding spell, all of them staring motionlessly at the bowl of nectar.
However, with the two fierce ghosts standing beside Yin Yang, they didn't dare move an inch forward.
Yin Yang stood in the firelight, looking at the sky as memories surfaced in his mind bit by bit.
At six years old, he had been drugged. His mind was clear, but he couldn't move.
He could only lie on that cold metal table, left to the mercy of others.
"Heh, that family is truly full of fools."
"To actually sell a natural transcendent like this!"
"Is there any better sacrifice in this world?"
A man with a voice like a raspy duck laughed unpleasantly. Then, another elderly man spoke.
"Sacrifice? I observed him before. This brat's internal organs have already become transcendent. If we transplant them into our descendants, heh, it won't be hard to revitalize our families!"
"Alright, alright, let's hurry up and divide him up."
The voice of a woman, clearly somewhat impatient, rang out.
"I want the heart!"
"Heh, you think you're worthy of the heart?"
"Why not?"
"Shut up. At most, I can only give you the Gall!"
"Then I want the lungs."
"I want the liver."
"Stop arguing. The optimal time will pass soon. Do it!"
Yin Yang couldn't move, couldn't even blink, yet he could clearly feel the scalpel cutting open his body.
He wanted to scream in pain, wanted to call for his father and mother to save him, but he was met only with wave after wave of agony.
Finally, his will could no longer endure, and he sank into total darkness.
"Tsk tsk, as expected of a natural transcendent. He actually didn't die from the pain."
"It's a pity these eyes don't have transcendent divinity, otherwise we could take them back too."
"What about the rest of the body?"
"Burn it, to avoid any further trouble."
"Fair enough."
Boom!!!
A loud explosion pulled Yin Yang back from his memories.
He looked around alertly but found nothing.
The bright moon hung high in the sky, making the "nectar" in the bowl look even more brilliant.
"The sound of cannons?"
Yin Yang was somewhat puzzled, but the time had come; he couldn't afford to overthink it.
"The bright moon hangs at its zenith; a hundred souls are offered as sacrifice."
"The human sacrifice serves as the root seed; the Corpse Celebrant fulfills your will."
Following Yin Yang's voice, the bowl of nectar began to boil. Yin Yang tilted his head back and swallowed it in one gulp!
Boom!!!
The moment the liquid entered his mouth, it merged into Yin Yang's entire body. In the next instant, he felt his whole being vibrate as his soul was forcefully pushed out of his body!
The promotion ritual had begun!
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