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Capítulo 14

"Hmph, trying to fight me? You're really overestimating yourself!" the masked man in black uttered in a low voice.

"Zheng Qi, how are you? Are you alright?"

Mo Han quickly supported Zheng Qi's heavy body. Ye Feng and the others also rushed over.

Zheng Qi shook his head weakly and said softly, "I'm fine, it's alright!"

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and then he vomited a mouthful of blood.

"That damned demon, I'll kill him!"

Mo Han's eyes flashed coldly as he abruptly stood up. Zheng Qi quickly pulled him back and asked...

"There are only a few minutes left!" Mo Han glanced at his watch, his heart sinking.

Everyone heard a loud bang.

The stone coffin lid slowly slid open, emitting a dazzling golden light. A small, completely transparent incense burner rose gently from within the coffin. A faint purple hue emanated from the burner.

"Oh no! My primordial spirit has returned to oneness!"

Mo Han exclaimed in surprise, but it was already too late.

A wisp of purple smoke rose from the small, transparent incense burner, rushing towards Ling Bing's crown and merging with him. Ling Bing screamed in agony, falling backward with a thud to the ground. Seeing this, Yu Xue quickly knelt down, cradled Ling Bing's head, patted his face, and cried out...

"Ling Bing, what's wrong with you? Ling Bing, wake up!"

Zheng Qi struggled to his feet and tried to rush over, but Mo Han grabbed him and stopped him with a look.

"But Ling Bing, he..."

"Now that his primordial spirit has returned, he is no longer Ling Bing. We must proceed with caution!"

Mo Han shook her head slightly, a hint of helplessness flashing across her face.

Upon hearing Mo Han's words, Zheng Qi felt a pang of heartache, and a tear slid down his cheek.

Just as Yu Xue was anxiously crying and shouting, Ling Bing suddenly opened her eyes and woke up.

"Ling Bing, you're awake! You're really awake!"

The snow broke through, and tears turned into laughter.

"Where is this? Who...who are you?"

Ling Bing stared around with bewildered eyes, then looked at Yu Xue, who was holding him in front of him.

"Ling Bing? You..." Yu Xue, who had just been overjoyed, now had to start worrying about Ling Bing again.

"Your subordinate greets Your Majesty!"

The masked man in black knelt on one knee, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and addressed Ling Bing.

“You are…” Ling Bing looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"He's not your so-called 'Lord of the World,' he's Ling Bing, and he's my boyfriend!"

Yu Xue hugged Ling Bing tightly, as if afraid the man in black would snatch him from her arms, and said angrily.

The masked man in black stood up and ripped off the black cloth covering his face.

"Huh?" Everyone was taken aback.

The masked man in black was none other than the missing Old Master Gu.

"It's you! How could it be you?"

Yu Xue was both surprised and frightened. A chill slowly rose from her heart, and she couldn't help but hug Ling Bing even tighter!

"My ancestors were the head stewards of the Zhu family back then!"

"Are you a descendant of Steward Zhu?"

"Yes, I am the twenty-fourth generation descendant of Chief Steward Zhu!"

Ling Bing closed her eyes and fell silent.

"My Lord, now that you have been resurrected, it is time for our Zhu family to once again dominate the world!"

"dominate?"

"Your Majesty, your father, Zhu Yi, was actually one of the sons of Emperor Xuanzong of Ming, Zhu Zhanji. He was implicated in the 'Tumu Crisis' by Emperor Jingtai, Zhu Qiyu, and thus went into hiding here. While alive, your father constantly longed to return to the capital to avenge Emperor Yingzong's usurpation of the throne. However, fate intervened, and Zhu Yi ultimately failed to achieve his wish, passing away with regret. Before his death, he entrusted me with the task of assisting you in reclaiming the throne from Emperor Yingzong if the opportunity arose. Unfortunately, you were tragically killed by the abandoned child, Zhu Ci. But now, Your Majesty, you have been resurrected, and our Zhu family can once again dominate the world! We can restore the might of the Zhu dynasty of five hundred years ago. Your Majesty, you are Zhu Yi's only bloodline, and the only remaining bloodline of our Ming dynasty's Zhu imperial family. It is pitiful that Zhu Yi's momentary mercy ultimately led to your suffering, subjecting you to the torment of five hundred years of reincarnation."

At this point, Uncle Gu couldn't help but shed tears.

"Haha... Do you know who I am?" Ling Bing looked at Uncle Gu with a cold smile.

“You are the Lord of the World, Zhu Ze, the only son of Zhu Gong!” Uncle Gu said solemnly.

"Haha...I am the Lord of the World? Haha...I am Zhu Ze!"

Ling Bing stood up and burst into wild laughter. Her face was filled with helplessness and sorrow!

"I'll tell you who I am!"

Ling Bing stopped laughing wildly, staring intently at Uncle Gu, a hint of pain in her eyes.

"I am Zhu Ci!"

"Impossible! You can't be Zhu Ci! You are Zhu Ze, you are the only bloodline of Lord Zhu, you are not that Zhu Ci who deserves to be torn to pieces!"

Old Uncle Gu stood up abruptly, his cloudy old eyes flashing with panic, and his voice was somewhat hoarse.

That day, it rained heavily, and thunder rumbled.

Laughing wildly, Zhu Ze rushed out the gate like a madman. Seeing the young master running off with that same maniacal laughter, Steward Zhu knew something was wrong and quickly led a group of servants in pursuit.

At this moment, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and everything in the distance was shrouded in mist.

Zhu Ze ran wildly, laughing maniacally. When Steward Zhu and his servants found him, Zhu Ze was at the edge of a cliff.

"Zining, I'm here!"

Zhu Ze stood in the rain and shouted loudly at the gray sky above.

"Zining, didn't you say we'd be together through life and death? I'm here, I'm here to be with you now!"

"Young Master, wake up! Don't do anything foolish!"

Steward Zhu cried out in fright.

Before Steward Zhu and his men could react, Zhu Ze leaped off the cliff. When they saw Zhu Ze again, he was already a lifeless corpse.

When Zhu Ze's body was carried back to the Zhu residence, Zhu Ci fainted on the spot from grief!

When he woke up, he found himself lying in a woodshed.

The faint sound of two servants talking could be heard outside the door:

"Keep a close eye on the young master. If he runs away, we can't afford to suffer the consequences!"

"Hey, do you think Steward Zhu really wants to send the young master to the government office to be punished?"

“The eldest young master isn’t Master Zhu’s biological son. Now that Steward Zhu believes he killed the young master, of course he wants revenge!”

"You know, the young master is so heartless. Master Zhu treated him so well, not only saving his life but also raising him, yet he actually killed Master Zhu's only biological son. Do you think Steward Zhu wouldn't be angry?"

"That's true, that makes sense!" ...

Only then did Zhu Ci vaguely remember that Zhu Ze was dead, and Jing Yun was dead too—all of which he had caused. He had not only killed Jing Yun with his own hands, but also caused the death of Master Zhu's only biological son, his good brother who had grown up with him. How could he possibly repay Master Zhu for saving his life and raising him? Thinking of this, Zhu Ci felt that only death could atone for his sins.

He struggled to his feet. It was already dark outside the window, and the bright moon rose in the sky. Through the crack in the door, he saw two servants standing there. It seemed that Steward Zhu had sent servants to watch over him, fearing that he might escape.

Zhu Ci gently pulled on the door; it wasn't locked. They probably assumed he was now powerless and had nothing to fear. A moment later, one servant went to eat, leaving another dozing with his head down. Zhu Ci lightly tapped him on the neck, and the servant fainted.

Zhu Ci quietly arrived at the front hall, only to find that it had been transformed into Zhu Ze's mourning hall. With tears in his eyes, Zhu Ci gently moved the coffin lid and saw Zhu Ze's thin, haggard, and pale face. He couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. Recalling the happy times the two brothers had spent together, he finally couldn't hold back his tears.

"Little brother, your elder brother has come to join you. I have wronged you and our parents. Let me atone with my death!"

After saying this, Zhu Ci climbed into the coffin, closed the lid, took out the dagger he always carried, and plunged it deep into his heart.

Zhu Ci finally closed his eyes with a sense of peace, a faint smile on his lips! "How could this be? It's impossible! How could this be? Even if you and the World Lord were in the coffin that day, why was only your spirit found in the end? What about the World Lord's spirit?" Old Man Gu's face was purple with rage as he hoarsely screamed.

That day, from the moment he saw Zhu Ze jump off the cliff, Steward Zhu resolved to avenge the Zhu family. He didn't actually want to bring Zhu Ci to the government office to face punishment. He intended to kill Zhu Ci before Zhu Ze's coffin to appease the spirits of the Zhu family in heaven. However, when he led his men to retrieve Zhu Ci, they discovered he was no longer in the woodshed. That night, Steward Zhu sent men to search every corner of the Zhu mansion, but they still couldn't find Zhu Ci. How could he have imagined then that Zhu Ci, to atone for his sins, had already committed suicide and lay in the same coffin as Zhu Ze?

In fact, Chief Eunuch Zhu was a secret confidant of Emperor Jingtai, Zhu Qiyu. Years ago, Zhu Qiyu had him and Zhu Yi flee together so that he could rely on Zhu Yi to preserve his strength and stage a comeback. Later, after Zhu Qiyu was killed by Zhu Qizhen, Chief Eunuch Zhu decided to protect Zhu Yi and his descendants to restore the throne and fulfill Zhu Qiyu's wish. But who knew that even Zhu Yi's only bloodline would die now? He couldn't help but feel a wave of despair.

In desperation, he suddenly thought of a way. Back when he was in the palace, he had heard a Taoist priest say that as long as the deceased's primordial spirit and three souls and seven spirits were separated, the primordial spirit was extracted and preserved, and the three souls and seven spirits were allowed to reincarnate, the primordial spirit and three souls and seven spirits would reunite after five hundred years, and the deceased would be resurrected.

Thinking of this, he was overjoyed. However, he was just an ordinary mortal, without any magical power to extract and preserve Zhu Ze's primordial spirit. He suddenly remembered that the Taoist priest had mentioned a crooked and evil method to him: if one wanted magical power, one could gather the resentment of the dead who died with grievances and condense it into a vengeful spirit. The more and stronger the resentment, the more powerful the vengeful spirit would be. But where could he find so many dead people to gather resentment in such a short time?

Suddenly, looking at the servants bustling about, he conceived an extremely cruel plan. That very night, he poisoned all 122 servants in the Zhu household. Because they were all innocent victims, Steward Zhu quickly used their resentment to create a vengeful spirit, which then remotely extracted Zhu Ze's spirit from his coffin. Finally, he used this vengeful spirit's power to protect Zhu Ze's spirit.

However, this vengeful spirit was an invisible entity, capable only of residing within a human body. So, when Steward Zhu condensed into that vengeful spirit, he housed it within his own body. But Steward Zhu, being a mortal, was destined to die. Therefore, he made a solemn vow that the vengeful spirit would reside within his descendants for generations to come, only leaving his body on the day the Lord was resurrected. However, this vengeful spirit, formed from resentment, had a unique rule: each generation it resided in could only produce one male heir. Thus, each generation of Steward Zhu's descendants could only produce one male. When that male heir died, the vengeful spirit would reside within his son, and so on.

The vengeful spirit that Chief Steward Zhu created was born to protect the primordial spirit of Lord Zhu Ze. Therefore, this vengeful spirit can only be controlled by the descendants of Lord Zhu Ze; no one else, except for Chief Steward Zhu's descendants, can possess or control it.

At this point, Steward Zhu's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he glared menacingly at Zhu Ci.

"Impossible, how could it be your primordial spirit? Why isn't it Zhu Ze's primordial spirit?"

"Haha...you forgot one point, so all your efforts were in vain!" Mo Han suddenly laughed loudly.

"One of them?" Old Uncle Gu turned around and looked at Mo Han with a puzzled expression.

"For the first twelve hours after a person dies, their primordial spirit and three souls and seven spirits remain in their body. However, after twelve hours, their primordial spirit and three souls and seven spirits must report to the underworld. At that time, no matter how great your magic power is, you cannot keep their primordial spirit. Therefore, if you wanted to keep Zhu Ze's primordial spirit, you had to do so within twelve hours of his death. But Zhu Ze had been dead for several days. How could you possibly keep his primordial spirit? So, the only one you could extract and protect was the primordial spirit of Zhu Ci, who had just died and was buried in the same coffin as Zhu Ze!" Mo Han said loudly.

Old Gu remained silent, his face growing increasingly grim, his eyes turning bloodshot and menacing. He resembled a starving, ferocious beast in dire straits.

Mo Han gripped the bronze sword tightly in his hand, while Zheng Qi held onto the demon-subduing spirit pearl that Ye Feng had returned to him.

A gust of wind suddenly rushed past Zheng Qi's ears, and a dark shadow flashed by before he and Mo Han could react.

Old Uncle Gu has already captured Ye Feng and Meng'er.

"Boy, you think I can't do anything to you? Haha... Even without the World Lord, I still have these two. They are the true embodiment of extreme Yin and Yang! I originally wanted the World Lord to be resurrected and devour the Spirit Pearl, then use the power of my vengeful spirit to dominate the world. Now that the World Lord can't be resurrected, I'll have to dominate the world myself! Haha... Hmph! Those two overconfident fools, they think they can fight me with their meager abilities! Give me the Spirit Pearl now, or I'll take their lives!"

While laughing wildly, the old man tightly gripped Ye Feng and Meng'er's necks with his wrinkled hands.

"I never imagined that Ye Feng and Yu Xue would be such extremes of yang and yin. That old man is just a vengeful spirit and of course he can't control the spirit pearl, but if he drinks Ye Feng and Yu Xue's blood, and then combines it with the spirit pearl, the consequences would be unimaginable..."

Zheng Qi felt a pang of conflict and pain in his heart.

"So, are you going to give it to them or not? Are you just going to stand by and watch them both die? Haha..."

If they both die, it's all your fault!

Old Uncle coldly uttered a few words.