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Chapter 530: The stories in martial arts novels about 'filial piety moving ancestors' are

Hua Mu'an and Ling Xuzi exchanged glances, and a tacit understanding suddenly arose between the twins!

The two men's longswords flashed like intersecting lightning bolts, slicing through the air from left and right, and simultaneously and ruthlessly piercing Zhuang Wuqiu's chest.

The expected scene of blood splattering did not appear. Zhuang Wuqiu's figure only paused slightly, and his turbid eyes stared at the two of them. He let out an even more violent roar from his throat. He completely ignored the sharp sword piercing his body and swung his hands, which were as hard as refined steel, straight at Hua Mu'an and Ling Xuzi's faces with a bloody wind!

"careful!"

Bai Yue quickly reminded him that Zhuang Wuqiu was completely unafraid of pain; he was practically immortal!

On the other side, Zhuang Xiaoye delivered a powerful punch to He Lanxi's shoulder. He felt as if he had hit a solid rock, and the impact made his arm go numb.

He Lanxi merely swayed, a strange smile creeping onto her distorted face. Her attacks became even more ferocious, forcing Zhuang Xiaoye to retreat repeatedly, nearly getting slashed by her palm strikes several times!

"This can't go on! They're not afraid of injury at all, and we can't outlast them in a direct confrontation!"

With a sharp cry, Luosha lashed out with her long whip like a serpent, barely managing to wrap around Helanxi's arm. However, the whip was taut by the opponent's brute force, causing it to tremble slightly.

A sudden thought flashed through her mind, and she cried out in surprise.

"This is a Corpse-Controlling Gu! It's a secret evil technique of the Voodoo Cult! It can turn corpses into undead ghosts that are impervious to swords and feel no pain! These two people are long dead; they're just puppets controlled by the Gu worms!"

"Voodoo? I know that all too well!"

Upon hearing the name, Bai Yue instantly had an idea.

Seeing that the other four were struggling against the ghouls' frenzied attacks and were gradually falling into a disadvantageous position, she no longer hesitated and quickly took out a jar from her space.

The moment the lid was lifted, an extremely rich aroma with an unusually sweet fragrance instantly filled the air.

"This royal jelly is truly an essential medicine for both travel and home use!"

Bai Yue muttered to herself as she approached the two ghouls with the jar in her hand.

"Master, no! Danger!"

Hua Mu'an and Ling Xuzi were terrified when they saw her approaching the monster. They roared and tried to rush over to stop her, but Zhuang Wuqiu's claws forced them into a corner.

But just as Bai Yue walked less than a zhang away from them, the two corpse demons, which had been attacking wildly and unstoppably, suddenly froze.

They stiffly turned their heads, all looking at the jade jar in Bai Yue's hand. In their turbid eyes, a frenzied blackness began to surge violently.

"You brat! What time is it, and you're still thinking about food?"

When Rakshasa smelled the sweet aroma of honey, she was both angry and anxious. She thought that Bai Yue was desperate and trying to lure the monster with food.

But the next second, the two ferocious ghouls collapsed to the ground with a loud thud, as if all their support had been removed.

In the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, an even stranger scene unfolded: two strange insects, about the thickness of a little finger, entirely black, and covered with eerie golden patterns, slowly emerged from the ear canals of Helanxi and Zhuang Wuqiu.

They wriggled their bodies, their heads constantly reaching towards the jade jar in Bai Yue's hand, appearing restless and clearly craving the aroma of the royal jelly.

Rakshasa's beautiful eyes widened as she stared intently at the jar of fragrant royal jelly in Bai Yue's hand, unable to hide her shock and curiosity.

"Little Yue'er, what is the origin of this honey? How can it possibly counter the Corpse Control Gu of the Voodoo Cult? This is an evil technique that even the top masters of the martial arts world find troublesome!"

"Of course! This honey of mine comes from the leaders of these Gu worms!"

Since things had come to this point, Bai Yue decided to tell him frankly.

She stretched out her right hand, and a flash of white light appeared. The round, plump Gu worm lay in her palm, looking as if it hadn't woken up yet.

"Gentlemen, to be honest..."

Seeing that Gu Zi's body had become even rounder, Bai Yue smiled helplessly.

"It is the 'Gu Zi,' a sacred object of the Voodoo Cult that has been missing for many years. The honey from the queen bee just now was produced by it."

"Gu... Gu?!"

Rakshasa gasped, clearly having heard of the name before; her beautiful face was filled with horror.

"Isn't that the future queen bee of the Voodoo Cult? How could... how could she be in your hands?"

"Yeah, that's the guy!"

Bai Yue nodded.

"However, the situation is urgent now. Let's find the manual of the Gentleman's Sword Technique first and leave as soon as possible. After we get out, I will tell everyone the whole story in detail."

"it is good!"

The current situation is indeed not suitable for discussing these things, so everyone's attention unanimously focused on Zhuang Wuzheng, who remained upright even in death, or more precisely, on the brocade box that he held tightly in his left arm.

"Old Master, please forgive me!"

Zhuang Xiaoye stared at the brocade box in Zhuang Wuzheng's arms. He had just taken half a step forward when Luosha stopped him.

She shook her head slightly, her eyes full of caution.

“Xiaoye, the old master has been dead for decades, yet his face shows no signs of decay. This is too strange! And look at his finger bones, they're embedded in the edge of the brocade box. If we were to forcibly remove the box, we'd have to break the old master's finger bones…”

"no!"

Zhuang Xiaoye abruptly interrupted her, his tiger-like eyes instantly turning red, his voice hoarse and almost incoherent.

"We must not damage the old manor lord's body! He was a hero throughout his life; how can he be subjected to such humiliation after his death!"

One sentence plunged the already tense atmosphere into a complete stalemate. Everyone looked at each other, at a loss for what to do.

Just then, Bai Yue slowly walked forward and stopped directly in front of Zhuang Wuzheng's body.

She first raised her hand to straighten the folds of her robe, then bent her knees and respectfully performed the three kneelings and nine kowtows ceremony before Zhuang Wuzheng's corpse.

Hua Mu'an and Ling Xuzi stood to the side, watching her back, and both of them gripped their swords tightly.

They knew that their master was torn between wanting to obtain the secret manual to continue the legacy and not wanting to offend his ancestors. They saw this dilemma and felt their hearts tighten with worry, hoping for a turning point.

"Grandfather, I, your unfilial granddaughter Bai Yue, have come to pay my respects today."

Bai Yue knelt on the ground, her voice clear and earnest, echoing in the silent grotto.

"My granddaughter carries the blood of the Zhuang family. It is truly my fault for disturbing my grandfather's peaceful rest today, but..."

She paused, her tone becoming more resolute.

"It is only because I cannot bear to see the century-old foundation of Hero's Manor tarnished, nor can I bear to see the Gentleman's Sword Technique, such a unique skill, lost, that I beg my grandfather in heaven to understand my sincere feelings and helplessness, and to allow me to take out the brocade box from your bosom!"

As soon as Bai Yue finished speaking, everyone's eyes were fixed on Zhuang Wuzheng's left arm, which was tightly clutching the brocade box, hoping for a miracle.

However, as time passed, Zhuang Wuzheng's remains remained motionless. He maintained his upright posture, his left hand still tightly clutching the brocade box to his chest, without the slightest loosening.

"As expected... the plots in martial arts novels where 'filial piety moves one's ancestors' are all lies."

Just as Bai Yue was figuring out how to retrieve the brocade box without damaging the body, a muffled "thump" was heard, and Shen Xingmian was already kneeling in front of Zhuang Wuzheng's corpse.