The Transmigrated Senior Martial Brother Chapter 71

"Today should be that fellow's sacrifice!"

"To bring in that guy, even Lord Yan sacrificed himself."

"Hehe, but after today, not only the Dark Tomb but the entire spirit boundaries outside will belong to the Tomb Palace."

"Unfortunately, the sacrifice should have started now, but we can't leave here yet."

Listening to the conversation outside, Qin Mo's fingers went rigid, and the medicine he was refining liquefied into a pool of black water before him. However, he ignored it and wrinkled his brows together. Focusing on the herbs in his hands, he asked, "What's the sacrifice?"

One of them paused and sized Qin Mo up and down. He yelled with very little patience, "Old Man Wen, you're getting too old. I explained this to you a few days ago."

But the man was obviously in a good mood. He only complained once, then smiled, his eyes s.h.i.+ning with excitement, "The sacrifice is presented on the altar with their blood and life as an offering to release a seal. It's to set free the immortal spirit that lies dormant within."

When he mentioned this "immortal spirit", his face showed a kind of fanatical wors.h.i.+p, and he glanced at the unresponsive Qin Mo, "The offering this time is the kid that Lord Yan captured the other day. That's right, the kid who has been living next to you all this time. How glorious it must be to be offered as sacrifice. That kid should be grateful."

In front of Qin Mo, the iron plate used to refine medicine turned into ashes in his hands. He clenched them tightly in his hands. He lowered his head, and his ink hair covered his current expression as he murmured emotionlessly, "Where's the sacrifice taking place?"

"Of course it's in the Black Cavern. By now, everyone in the Tomb Palace should be there." The man's tone was perfunctory, sounding dissatisfied that he couldn't attend the event.

"Alright." Qin Mo said after a moment of silence.

"What did you say?" The man had little tolerance and turned to Qin Mo, seeing "Old Man Wen" with dark eyes. No state of mind appeared in the pupils, some long white hair spread behind him, and they moved with no breeze.

When he looked at Qin Mo, he lost his ability to speak, and could only watch as a long sword suddenly appeared in Qin Mo's hands, which slashed it down fiercely against him.

The man's pupils shrunk and his nascent spirit energy flared up forming an invisible barrier around him.

Sword energy burst out at sharp speed and pummeled directly on the nascent spirit power barrier. A crisp noise sounded as the barrier in front of the man instantly got crushed.

After the barrier shattered, the sword energy weakened one bit. Instead, it suddenly grew bigger, tore the surrounding air, and cut toward the man's head.

Faced with such intense sword energy, the man's body stiffened in place, and he could only watch as it split him in half.

"You seek death!" The other man witnessed his companion being cut down by Qin Mo's sword in an instant. He gave a loud cry and stepped forward. His figure turned into a light shadow and rushed toward Qin Mo.

Qin Mo's glare was slightly cold. He tightened his grip and strike toward the man.

When the two figures collided, Qin Mo broke through the man's attack with his sword and stabbed directly into the man's chest.

The man's movements stiffened in place. A mouthful of blood sprays out from his mouth. His body trembled, and he fell slowly to the ground.

Looking at the two corpses on the ground as he released a sigh of relief. The Tomb Palace didn't put Old Man Wen's strength in their eyes. These two men are much weaker than Su Dong from before.

Thinking of the old man, his glare sharpened. He finally knows why the old man's earlier att.i.tude was unusual, turns out Old Man Wen is ready to die for him.

When turned his feet, preparing to leave here. When pa.s.sing through the two corpses, he noticed the special marks on their outer robes and paused his steps. He took off one of their clothes and put them on. He went outside the Tomb Palace with a flash of movement.

The entire Tomb Palace was silent. Along the way, he only spotted some cleaning servants. His gaze was grim. It seemed as if the two men said, the Tomb Palace greatly value this sacrifice. 

Swept over them in indifference without stopping his footsteps. His figure turned into a ray of light and disappeared from here.

In the middle of the Black Cavern, the rubble caused by the earlier volcano collapse has been cleared away, revealing the ancient altar.

Even though it had been crushed by boulders from before, the altar remained intact. Four stone pillars around it survived, and the stone tablets in the middle stood in place. Even the huge cap created by Qin Mo had healed, leaving no trace of destruction.

Before the altar knelt a crowd. They looked solemnly and respectfully as if they were waiting for something.

In the crowd's front stood the mysterious man Qin Mo once saw in the Tomb Palace's stone chamber. Now wearing a black overcoat, and a huge hat covered his head, only a faint red light could be seen from under the hat.

Kneeling on the ground, he murmured something in a low voice. After a long time, he stood up and looked at the stone tablet in the center of the altar. A sly light flashed through his sight, and a rough and frightful voice leaked out from within his throat, "Bring the person up."

A low reply came from the side, "Yes, Housemaster." As soon as the voice fell, a dark shadow flashed quickly by him.

"Clash." A loud noise slowly dispersed in the air, and a white figure was pulled out. His hands and feet locked by chains, and a long chain was wrapped around his neck which held in the hands of people in front of him.

Looking at this scene, Lin Zizheng's nascent spirit power keeps boiling and seems too rushed out of his body in the next instant. If it hadn't been for the attention of people around him so concentrated on "Qin Mo" above, his anomaly would have been discovered long ago.

"Wait a bit longer, they are almost here." Elder Jinbi held Lin Zizheng's hand unwavering, but he hesitantly looked at "Qin Mo" before him. Isn't his reincarnation's blood that could only break that seal? Thinking of this, he glanced at Lin Zizheng beside him. 

Looking at the somewhat awkward white figure, the Housemaster smiled and then burst out laughing with his unusual hoa.r.s.e voice, but everyone could hear his smugness. 

"Ha ha ha, finally, I had waited for so long!" Before his last word, the Housemaster stepped out with a flash of light in his hand, and a sharp knife appeared in it. He held the knife and cut across his palm without hesitating.

Red blood slowly overflowed his palm, and the corner of his lips curved upward, then he ruthlessly imprinted his b.l.o.o.d.y palm on the altar.

The moment the blood landed on the altar, the quiet magma beside it suddenly boiled and spread out from the bottom, forming a long bridge in the air toward the top of the altar.

"Rumble… rumble…" All the red lava poured over the altar, covering the surface of the altar, and formed a surface of red magma.

"Go up." Looking at the magma, the man's tone was exciting. His fingers tumbled, unable to control his current state of mind.

"Qin Mo" on the other side became stiffened. He stared out of his empty eyes. When he heard the Housemaster's command, he unexpectedly raised his foot and stepped out towards the magma.

Seeing this scene, a heavy pressure exploded around Lin Zizheng. He directly broke free from the elder's shackles. In a flash of a moment, he rushed toward the altar before him.

Looking at Lin Zizheng's freed hands, Elder Jinbi's eyes brightened, and he murmured. "The inheritance you accepted earlier, it has already awakened?"

Wen Qing knelt quietly on the side and his gaze flashed when he heard the elder's words.

"Bang." Just then, the sound of impact echoed, and an invisible wall of light appeared in front of "Qin Mo". The strength from the light pushed him away from the altar.

"Who is it?" The Housemaster's expression changed and looked gloomily forward.

Along with the sound of the cutting wind, a figure appeared beside "Qin Mo". He wore dirty and shabby clothes, a face filled with wrinkles. It was Qin Mo who exchanged appearance with Old Man Wen.

Without answering House Master's question, Qin Mo bent over and supported the old man up from the ground. His eyebrows wrinkled tightly. He inspected the old man's sorry figure, and asked in a low voice, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Upon being lifted by Qin Mo, Old Man Wen still has empty eyes with no spirit within them. He didn't respond to Qin Mo's inquiry.

"It is of no use." The Housemaster laughed with rage and gave a cold hum as he flings his sleeve. In his eyes, Qin Mo is an ant that could be ignored. The red light flashed through his glare as he shouted, "Go!"

Old Man Wen moved along with the man's command. He pressed his palm and against Qin Mo's chest and pushed fiercely, knocking down the unprepared Qin Mo, and stubbornly stood up and went on to the altar.

"Da s.h.i.+xiong." Lin Zizheng's eyes were red, and his figure turned into a light shadow. He came directly beside Old Man Wen and blocked his path.

"Humph! Another one." Looking at Lin Zizheng, who had completely blocked Old Man Wen. Housemaster sneered and moved his fingertips. A black and red light quietly cut through the air and attacked Lin Zizheng.

Seeing the light, Qin Mo's complexion hardened and his voice blurted out, "Lin Zizheng." As he cried out, his attention focused, and a sword formed in his hand, splitting into the two rays of black and red lights.

"Snap." The sound of breaking spread around the altar and the sword in Qin Mo's hands lost all its light and dissipated into the air in an instant. The two rays of lights continued their attack in Lin Zizheng's direction.

Hearing Qin Mo's voice and feeling the familiar energy fluctuation in his hand, Lin Zizheng's preventive movement paused and glanced over at the Qin Mo beside him.

At the same time, a figure flashed pa.s.s toward the side, and a long staff appeared in his hand. Unlike before, the staff was s.h.i.+ning with a golden right, and its energies fluctuate more strongly.

With a wave of his hand, the staff collided with the two lights. The m.u.f.fled sound slowly dispersed, and the long staff disappeared into the air along with the lights.

The moment Lin Zizheng loosened his hand, Old Man Wen stepped up and went straight towards the altar.

The instant the old man stopped on the altar, the pillars around the altar suddenly emitted a dazzling light. An array slowly emerged on the surface of the magma, and a huge transparent boundary emerged from the sky, covering the entire altar within.

Qin Mo's pupils shrank and his face became pale. His voice was unstable, "Old Man Wen!" A figure flew by and the sword in the figure's hand hit against the boundary.

The boundary was undamaged from the single hit. It continued to cover the altar and kept everyone out.

The Housemaster and other people in the Tomb Palace all focused their attention on Old Man Wen at the altar, their faces filled with a feverish expression. After all, the most important thing for them all was breaking the seal.

Qin Mo's eyes were dark. He looked at the old man's feet, which had been burned by the magma. His expression became more ice-cold. He grasped the sword in his hand and shouted, "Shattered Sky Sword."

"Boom!" Under this powerful attack, the whole boundary was shaking, and a faint red light on it, but it perseveres firmly in place.

Feeling the shock wave and the boundary vibration, the Housemaster, whose focus was on Old Man Wen, moved toward Qin Mo. He observed at his plain appearance and snorted coldly. "It seems I underestimated you."

As the powerful nascent spirit energy spread around the Housemaster, the surrounding people lowered their heads slightly, showing a frightened expression on their faces.

The Housemaster slowly said, "If the gra.s.shoppers always jump around, it is better to smack them dead."

He slowly extended his right hand, and light within it flickered. An unusual strong pressure floating in it. He raised his right hand, and smack downward toward Qin Mo's direction.

The light gathered into a huge palm in the air. Like a huge mountain, it pressed down on Qin Mo's head.

Qin Mo's figure quickly retreated. His eyes flashed sharply, he crossed his sword in front of his chest, and the surrounding air began to boil up. His gaze locked at the huge palm of light, and said in a solemn tone, "Hurricane Slash."

As the air around Qin Mo contracted, Lin Zizheng's figure appeared beside Qin Mo and stood side by side with him.

Flashes of light all around him and the golden light surged toward the long staff in his hand. With his action, the staff suddenly grew bigger as if it could pierce the sky. One of Lin Zizheng's hands exerted forward, and his staff whiz out.

In the air, Qin Mo's sword light and golden light on Lin Zizheng's long staff work alongside each other, which seems to be fused vaguely.

The sword light, the large staff, and a palm of light collided fiercely. Outside of the collusion was silence, without making a single noise as other thought. The next moment, the air there contracted slightly, and a small black hole appeared in mid-air.

Qin Mo's pupils diminished, pulling Lin Zizheng beside him to retreat quickly. The Housemaster's expression s.h.i.+fted to opposite of them, and he suddenly retreated his figure.

"Dong!" A huge m.u.f.fled sound burst out in the middle, and the dazzling black light suddenly emitted out.

s.h.i.+ned by this light, several people closest turned pale and spit out a mouthful of blood.

As the light slowly dispersed, revealing the figure within it. The Housemaster's head under the black hat was uncovered during the fight, exposing his face which had never seen the sun for years.

There was a strange white glow on his face, and his gaze was scarlet. His lower jaw protrudes, forming a strange arc, strongly resemble an evil spirit.

He first glanced at the altar and saw that it was intact. Old Man Wen was still walking towards the stone tablet in the center. With a faint sigh of relief, he then looked ahead at Qin Mo and Lin Zizheng and said in a sinister tone, "Do both of you thought of how you will die?"