Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather-Chapter 1292 - 840: Profound Blessings?
Anhu City, in an inconspicuous courtyard.
A pale-faced, petite woman was fashioning a strawman like a farmer tying straw.
Her hands moved deftly, and in no time, a lifelike strawman stood in the courtyard.
The strawman was about seven feet tall, wearing a bamboo hat and clad in a black cloak. Its face was crafted from densely tied straw, and the woman used red ink to draw its features. Yet, its features gave a very eerie feeling.
Though it bore a smile, it sent shivers down one’s spine.
After finishing the strawman, the woman didn’t stop. She took out a small black banner and a talisman, shaking the banner while chanting.
"Netherworld Road, Blood River opens, Wrongful Death City shatters, lonely souls come! Scorched soul straw stalks stand on the spirit platform, the seven orifices open to attract the fetal soul!"
A thick cloud of ghost qi gathered on the small banner, and she swiftly threw the talisman.
"Tuoh!"
The talisman, enveloped in ghost qi, fell onto the strawman and then melded into it like a wisp of vapor.
The next moment, the once inanimate strawman suddenly opened a pair of scarlet eyes.
"Cackle, soul threads entwine, spirit threads pull, a hundred joints, a thousand bones listen to my words!"
"Rebirth Copper Coin stills the heart veins, Soul-devouring Nail pierces the seven souls and closes them!"
The woman again threw a copper coin and several black nails, pinning them on the strawman.
The strawman let out a roar like a beast, its ferocious countenance gradually calming down.
"Not bad, not bad, my Yin Soul Puppetry Skill is finally perfected! Haha~~"
The woman surveyed the strawman, touching here and there, apparently very pleased with her creation.
Suddenly, a voice sounded nearby, "What is this?"
The sudden voice startled the woman, and she jerked her head up, looking around vigilantly, her pale face full of caution.
"Who!"
A figure shrouded in a black robe stood conspicuously on the wall, causing her heart spirit to tremble.
"Who might you be?" the woman asked in shock.
"You haven’t answered my question yet, what is this thing?" Yang Zhenshan stared at the strawman with an inquisitive look.
Indeed, it was Yang Zhenshan. He wanted to find some Soul-breaking Blade members to send into the Ancient Relic Array.
And this woman before him was a member of the Soul-breaking Blade, holding a significant position within the group.
Within Soul-breaking Blade, she was called Ghost Woman, the one who released evil spirits in the Ancient County city.
Ghost Woman shuddered; she realized the mysterious person before her was overwhelmingly powerful, stirring fear within her.
"Who exactly are you?"
"You seem unwilling to answer my question!"
Ghost Woman glanced at the strawman, hesitated, and said, "This is a puppet I crafted using the Yin Soul Puppetry Skill!"
"Yin Soul!" Yang Zhenshan’s gaze fell on the black banner in her hand, and he sighed softly, "Can’t your Soul-breaking Blade play with something normal!"
He was quite resigned about the Soul-breaking Blade. Previously, he acquired many items from their hands, but none were of use to him, not a single one for the Spirit Source Land.
Whether cultivation techniques, magic artifacts, or elixirs, they were all related to blood evil, evil, and ghostly entities.
"What do you mean?" Ghost Woman nervously backed away.
Yang Zhenshan lightly shook his head. In his hand, which he didn’t know when he took out, was a small golden bell.
Ding-dong, a crisp sound spread out, making Ghost Woman’s divine soul tremble. Her entire consciousness blurred, her vision became hazy, and her spiritual sense instantly collapsed. Within moments, she fell into a coma.
As she slipped into unconsciousness, the strawman beside her also became extremely sluggish, as if it had reverted to being a mere strawman.
Yang Zhenshan approached, glanced at the strawman, then seized the storage bag from Ghost Woman’s waist, inserting his spiritual sense into it.
"Indeed, nothing normal in here!"
The next moment, he directly threw Ghost Woman into the Ancient Array, and kindly tossed her strawman in with her.
In the same manner, he threw all the Soul-breaking Blade members hidden in Anhu City into the Ancient Relic Array.
There were quite a few hidden in Anhu City, no less than thirty people, most of them Heavenly Gang Stage martial artists, with only a small part being Earth Evil Stage martial artists, and only Ghost Woman was an immortal cultivator.
Of course, these were only the people discovered by the Secret Martial Guards; there might still be others in Anhu City unaccounted for.
But these were enough. With these thirty-plus people, it’s certain that when the Ancient Array activates, the situation inside will be quite interesting.
After completing all this, Yang Zhenshan gracefully returned to the Spirit Source Land.
Dealing with a group of Heavenly Gang Stage martial artists and a Qi Refining Ninth Layer immortal cultivator was effortless for him, not requiring the slightest exertion.
Now, he would just wait to enjoy the show.
...
The next day,
At the lake shore of the Ancient Array, Ghost Woman awoke from her coma, initially staring blankly at the pale sky, then suddenly leapt up, her gaze wary of her surroundings.
Lake, mountains, she glanced around, then frowned.
"What’s going on? That person didn’t kill me but threw me into this wilderness?"
She muttered to herself while looking at the lake before her, but the more she looked, the more something felt wrong.
How to describe it?
The lake had crystal-clear water, calm without waves, seemingly containing rich water attribute spiritual energy, yet she just felt something was amiss.
Staring at the lake, after a long time, she suddenly stepped back several steps, looking quite unsettled.
