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Netherworld Ghost Immortal
墨書 Inktalez
At dawn, Xuanjing Village was as peaceful and serene as usual. The villagers busily began their day, with the sounds of roosters crowing and children laughing intertwining in the air. This small village, surrounded by mountains, seemed isolated from the chaos of war.
The village was embraced by towering mountains, their lush green slopes acting as a natural barrier that separated this small settlement from the outside world. The morning mist lingered in the valleys, and the sunlight filtered through it, casting a golden veil over the thatched roofs of the village. A clear stream at the village entrance babbled gently, adding a lively touch to the scene. The villagers had already started their daily tasks; some were working in the fields, others were washing clothes by the river, while children chased and played near the village entrance.
Li Ye practiced the basic martial arts his father had taught him in an open space at the village entrance. Though only eight years old, there was a hint of determination in his eyes. His father, Li Dashan, was the village hunter who often took him into the mountains to hunt, making Li Ye more resilient and brave than other children from a young age. His mother watched gently from the side, occasionally offering guidance.
"Ye'er, let's stop practicing for today and go help your mother fetch some water from the well," his mother said with a smile.
Li Ye nodded, put down his wooden sword, and ran towards the ancient well in the center of the village. The well was vital for the villagers' survival; its water was cool and sweet, flowing year-round. Moss covered the stones around it, and a heavy stone slab sealed the well to prevent children from falling in. Li Ye skillfully moved aside the slab and picked up the bucket to draw water.
Although Xuanjing Village was isolated from the world, it had long guarded a legendary treasure—the Nine Nether Spirit Control Technique. It was said that this ancient tome contained powers to resurrect and control corpses. Hundreds of years ago, villagers vowed to protect this book for generations, but as time passed, this history gradually faded into obscurity. The villagers only knew that something seemed hidden deep within the mountains but were unaware of what it truly was.
A month ago, through divination by the national master, the emperor learned of the technique's location. The national master observed celestial signs and discovered a powerful force capable of resurrecting corpses and controlling them hidden deep within the mountains. The emperor coveted this technique, believing that mastering the Nine Nether Spirit Control Technique would allow him to create an undead army to dominate the world and even transcend mortal limits to control life and death.
To obtain this technique, the emperor dispatched his most elite and ruthless troops—the Celestial Guard—to seize it from Xuanjing Village.
At that moment, a sudden sound of galloping hooves broke the morning tranquility at the village entrance. The villagers looked up to see a wave of armored soldiers—the Celestial Guard—pouring into Xuanjing Village, their armor glinting coldly in the morning light. The leading general had a stern expression as he pointed his long blade at the villagers and issued a chilling command: "Capture them!"
The Celestial Guard quickly subdued the villagers and began interrogating them one by one. They seized the village chief and several elderly villagers, subjecting them to harsh questioning about the whereabouts of the technique. Despite their immense suffering, neither the chief nor any other villager knew where it was hidden; they could only shake their heads repeatedly.
"Old man, you better confess honestly; otherwise, don't blame us for being ruthless!" threatened the general of the Celestial Guard coldly.
"General, we truly do not know anything about any technique; we are just ordinary villagers," replied the chief tremblingly.
After the interrogation yielded no results, the general of the Celestial Guard's expression grew increasingly grim. They were the emperor's personal troops, notorious for their cruelty and ruthless methods. With a cold gaze, the general turned to his subordinates and commanded, "Since they are stubborn, then we will massacre the village! Better to mistakenly kill than to let anyone escape!"
In an instant, screams filled the air, and blood splattered everywhere. Countless innocent villagers fell amidst the chaos of swords and blades, turning the entire village into a bloody hell.
Li Ye witnessed all of this, filled with fear and anger, but he knew he was powerless to resist. He could only run home quickly to find his mother.
"Mother, run! The Celestial Guard is here!" Li Ye shouted breathlessly.
His mother's face instantly turned pale; she knew the terror of the Celestial Guard. They were the emperor's personal troops, leaving no survivors in their wake. She quickly grabbed Li Ye's hand and ran towards the dense forest behind the village. Li Ye's father, Li Dashan, tried to resist but was soon knocked down by the Celestial Guard, blood staining the ground beneath him.
Under his mother's guidance, Li Ye desperately pushed through the panicked crowd. Tears welled in his mother's eyes as she held Li Ye tightly in her embrace. She knew there was only one place where they could temporarily escape this catastrophe.
"Ye'er, hurry into the mountains and don't look back!" His mother pushed Li Ye deeper into the forest while she turned to face the approaching soldiers.
In terror, Li Ye ran into the mountains, hearing his mother's screams and the wails of villagers around him. He ran with all his might until he could hear no more sounds. Leaning against a large tree, tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.
Li Ye wandered aimlessly in the mountains, searching for a place to hide. Suddenly, he discovered a concealed cave entrance covered by vines, nearly undetectable. He pushed aside the vines and crawled inside.
The cave was deep and cold, filled with a decaying odor. Li Ye cautiously moved forward until he arrived at a spacious stone chamber. In the center of the chamber lay an ancient coffin, its lid intricately carved with patterns and surrounded by mysterious runes on the walls.
Curiously approaching the ancient coffin, Li Ye noticed an old book beside it. The pages were yellowed, and the title "Nine Nether Spirit Control Technique" stood out prominently in the dim light. Li Ye felt a faint sense that this book might be his hope for revenge.
The book contained records of ancient and powerful spiritual techniques that allowed Li Ye to summon and control spirits, even manipulating the wills of living beings. During his training process, he met many like-minded friends and gained several beautiful confidantes. These confidantes each had their own unique talents; some were skilled swordsmen, others were fairies well-versed in medicine, and some were astute strategists.
These red-faced confidants are not only Li Ye's capable assistants but also the pillars and emotional support deep within his heart. Each of them showcases exceptional talent and unwavering will in battle, collectively pursuing the path of justice and revenge. Their presence enriches Li Ye's life, with each person adding different colors and meanings to his existence.
On the path of vengeance, Li Ye has slain countless formidable foes, using the Nine Nether Spirit Control Technique to resurrect them as obedient corpses or brainwash them into loyal servants to serve him.
As time passed, Li Ye's power gradually grew, establishing a vast harem and a formidable army. His name shone like a flame in the night, radiating an undeniable brilliance. Whenever night fell, he would stand atop the mountain, gazing at the ruins of distant villages, secretly vowing: "All suffering shall transform into the flames of my revenge, burning away the injustices of the world!"
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