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Am I taking a painting to feed it, or is it taking a painting to feed me?

Mo Hua licked his lips. Under the flickering candlelight, the visualization painting seemed to tremble slightly.

The coffin was ice-cold, and it was quite comfortable lying inside.

Mo Hua just waited and waited inside…

But after waiting for a long time, there was still no movement.

Mo Hua frowned.

What was going on?

They said they would take me as a sacrifice, so why hasn’t anyone come to “eat” me?

He waited for a while longer, but there was still no reaction in the coffin.

“Is the coffin broken?”

“Or did Lu Chengyun recite the incantation incorrectly?”

“Or, does this visualization painting only recognize its own kind, and only Zhang family disciples can feed it?”

That’s not right either…

A bunch of zombies that eat anything, who cares who feeds them?

“Then… is it my problem?”

Mo Hua was startled, then concentrated his perception. He did discover something abnormal inside this coffin.

There was a voice in the coffin.

This voice was very faint, ethereal, sometimes far, sometimes near…

Mo Hua focused and listened carefully. Only then did he realize that it was an old man speaking. The voice was intermittent, full of temptation:

“You… have clear and strange bones…”

“…Your physique is special, and there is a top-grade spirit root hidden in your meridians…”

“You and I are fated. I will pass on the great dao to you… to help you ascend to immortality…”

Mo Hua curled his lip.

If you could really ascend to immortality, wouldn’t you ascend yourself instead of passing it on to others?

This voice was obviously the voice of Old Ancestor Zhang Quan.

Mo Hua had heard it many times before.

He thought about it carefully and was suddenly slightly startled.

Perhaps this voice was the key to the sacrifice?

If you believe his words, then you can enter the sacrifice?

He had a strong divine sense and a firm Dao heart, so he didn’t believe his nonsense. Therefore, he couldn’t enter the coffin, and he also couldn’t “eat” himself?

Mo Hua felt it was possible…

He then persuaded himself and pretended to “believe” the old man’s nonsense.

Indeed, after a while, the voice became clearer and clearer, seeming to resonate directly within Mo Hua’s sea of consciousness.

“You and I are fated, I will help you become an immortal…”

“I will help you become an immortal…”

The voice was old, kind, and compassionate.

At the same time, Mo Hua’s eyes blurred, and vaguely, a picture appeared.

Mo Hua was very familiar with this picture. It was precisely the Zhang family ancestor painting he had coveted for a long time!

Unlike the picture in reality, the ancestor painting at this time was surrounded by clouds and mist, with incense smoke curling. Within the floating light and shadows, there was a hidden golden light, and the people above were all outlined in gold.

The successive ancestors of the Zhang family, like immortals standing in the clouds and mist, were all outstanding and pure, with an air of immortality.

Seeing this situation, Mo Hua’s small face showed longing, but he secretly said in his heart:

“It’s fine to deceive others, but in front of you, the ‘little ancestor’ of the Zhang family, just don’t put on airs…”

“I know that you are all a bunch of old zombies who can’t die…”

Mo Hua criticized in his heart, looking at the Zhang family ancestor painting, and suddenly was startled.

Among this group of “people,” he discovered a familiar person.

This familiar person was unexpectedly Zhang Quan!

He was at the end, with a respectful expression, looking at Mo Hua, but his gaze was a bit surprised, resentful, and covetous.

Mo Hua was a little surprised.

Zhang Quan wasn’t dead?

No, or rather…

His physical body had died, but his divine thought was not yet dead. Like the successive ancestors of the Zhang family, his divine thought had transformed into an evil spirit and was parasitic in the visualization painting…

Mo Hua gradually understood.

No wonder Zhang Quan wanted to see the Zhang family’s ancestor painting before he died.

It wasn’t really as he said, feeling ashamed of his successive ancestors and wanting to kowtow and apologize or something.

Instead, he wanted his divine thought to enter the painting after death, to be a ghost and an evil spirit in the visualization painting, and barely survive.

It didn’t matter whether Lu Chengyun opened the painting or not. As long as he took out the visualization painting from his storage bag, he had already given Zhang Quan a chance.

Mo Hua had to admit.

He had indeed underestimated Zhang Quan.

Zhang Quan was not as idiotic as he thought.

And Lu Chengyun obviously didn’t think that Zhang Quan could have such scheming, or that the Zhang family could have such mysterious means.

Mo Hua furrowed his brow again.

“However… it shouldn’t be that all cultivators can have this ‘treatment’ after death, right…”

The body dies and the dao disappears, and there is great terror.

When many cultivators were about to reach their great limit, they used every means to keep themselves alive.

Old Ancestor Qian refined the Human Life Pill, and Old Ancestor Lu refined himself into a corpse, all because they feared death and wanted to live.

If this painting could really parasitize evil spirits.

Even without a physical body, those old bad eggs who had done many evil deeds, like Old Ancestor Qian and Old Ancestor Lu, would definitely be willing to turn into ghost evil spirits and parasitize in the painting…

Mo Hua didn’t have much related cultivation knowledge, but he thought it shouldn’t be that simple…

“Is it that the Zhang family’s bloodline is special, or is this visualization painting… itself quite special?”

Mo Hua secretly pondered in his heart again.

After pondering for a moment, he remembered that now was not the time to consider these things. He still had to set up a “Hongmen Banquet” to entertain the “guests.”

And at this moment, some Zhang family members had already entered Mo Hua’s sea of consciousness.

There were a total of five people.

Two elders, three disciples. Among them, one person was exactly Zhang Quan.

Zhang Quan was the youngest generation, but his cultivation was quite high, already at the Foundation Establishment realm. He was considered the most prominent disciple.

However, he was facing all his “successive ancestors,” so his posture was very low, and his tone was also very respectful.

After entering Mo Hua’s sea of consciousness, Zhang Quan deliberately asked:

“Elder Song, Elder Si, should we go in first? Shouldn’t the old ancestor enjoy it first?”

“No harm.”

That elder called “Elder Song,” the iron corpse elder, said indifferently, “What the old ancestor relies on is the sacrifice of divine thought connected by our bloodline. The stronger we later generations are, the stronger the old ancestor will be. This kind of swallowing and supplementing matter doesn’t require him, the elder, to personally take action…”

Zhang Quan said admiringly: “As expected of the old ancestor!”

Elder Song nodded and said: “The old ancestor’s means are naturally not something we later generations can guess.”

He looked at Zhang Quan again and praised: “Being able to cultivate to Foundation Establishment and greatly promote the corpse dao, although you died in the end, you have also made great contributions…”

“Your talent, heart nature, and means are among the top of my Zhang family disciples.”

“Most importantly, your loyalty and filial piety to the old ancestor are admirable.”

“So this time, you will be the first to eat this sacrifice.”

“After you swallow the divine sense, replenish your injuries, and your strength soars, you must serve the old ancestor and my Zhang family better!”

Zhang Quan’s expression was excited, and he clasped his hands and said:

“Disciple Zhang Quan will definitely not disappoint the expectations of the elders and the old ancestor!”

Elder Song nodded with satisfaction.

Zhang Quan raised his head, his face already a zombie’s face.

He looked at Mo Hua’s sea of consciousness. His fangs were sticky with saliva, and his gaze was greedy. He murmured:

“Little brat, I didn’t expect you to have this day too?”

The silent Elder Si on the other side heard him and asked:

“Do you recognize this sacrifice?”

Zhang Quan nodded and said bitterly:

“To tell you the truth, this disciple has suffered countless losses at the hands of this little brat! I wanted to kill him quickly every time, but I couldn’t kill him!”

Elder Si frowned: “Just a small cultivator, and you couldn’t kill him?”

Zhang Quan immediately explained:

“His cultivation is not high, and his strength is average. If we fight face to face, I can crush him with one hand!”

“But this little brat is proficient in arrays, cunning, full of schemes, good at hiding, and adaptable. I couldn’t deal with him…”

Zhang Quan gritted his teeth.

Elder Song frowned. He couldn’t imagine what kind of little brat could be proficient in arrays, good at hiding, treacherous, and full of schemes…

Is this a person or a monster?

But it didn’t care either. No matter what kind of person, in front of them, they were just fish on a chopping block.

Elder Song comforted Zhang Quan:

“It doesn’t matter now. You have arrived at his sea of consciousness. It will be hard for him to escape even if he grows wings. You can slaughter him as you please. In the sea of consciousness, what we say counts. No matter how great his ability is, he can’t cause any waves…”

Zhang Quan felt very relieved and laughed:

“What the elder said is very true.”

He paused for a moment, as if he thought of something, and sighed again:

“Even though this little brat is full of schemes, he is still the same in the end, being killed by Lu Chengyun and used as a sacrifice, his body dead and his dao gone…”

Zhang Quan said cautiously:

“Lu Chengyun’s scheming and means are truly terrifying!”

Elder Song, however, lightly scorned and smiled:

“No need to boost others’ morale and extinguish the prestige of my Zhang family!”

“In the old ancestor’s eyes, none of this counts for anything.”

“This Lu Chengyun is also just a chess piece of the old ancestor.”

“Once he offers to the old ancestor, visualizes the old ancestor’s dao, borrows my old ancestor’s divine thought to enhance his divine sense, he will eventually become a corpse dao puppet of my Zhang family.”

“Become neither human nor ghost…”

“He is not a member of my Zhang family. Once his physical body is corpse-ified, his divine thought cannot enter this picture. He will either completely lose his intelligence or just become fodder.”

Elder Song looked at Zhang Quan and said indifferently:

“Although you are dead, you are still alive.”

“Although he is alive, he cannot avoid death!”

“The later generations of the Zhang family will not allow outsiders to bully them. We, these ancestors and elders, will seek justice for you!”

Zhang Quan was overjoyed and quickly kowtowed:

“Thank you, elder! Thank you, old ancestor!”

Elder Song helped him up and said warmly:

“You are a later generation of my Zhang family and are valued by the old ancestor. There is no need to be so polite. The urgent matter now is to replenish and recover from your injuries in a timely manner…”

Elder Song looked around and then looked at the crowd of “people,” his gaze hungry. He said:

“It’s time, it’s time to eat…”

Mo Hua, who had been hiding and listening to them for half a day, also nodded.

He thought so too!

(End of this chapter)