Chapter 124: Fetal Fury

Once the talisman was pressed against the ghost fetus’s head, its soul would be scattered into nothingness.

Chen Zhiqiang had completely abandoned his humanity. Seeing my anxiety, he wore a look of perverse satisfaction instead. "Yes, that’s right. This is my own cursed offspring. I can’t bring myself to do it, so I asked Master Zhang to rid the world of this evil, lest this spawn follow in its mother’s footsteps and bring harm to the world."

The other feng shui masters, having watched for so long, had long since realized the relationship between the child and Chen Zhiqiang. Hearing his cold admission and witnessing his actions, they grew even more indignant.

The portrait of the Heavenly Master held by Chen Yetian began to glow with an increasingly brilliant red light. Under the weight of the Heavenly Master’s majesty, the ghost fetus shrunk in size.

"Great-grandfather, please spare me. I am not a cursed spawn; I only wish to be reincarnated." The ghost fetus’s voice was choked with sobs. Everyone present could not help but feel a surge of pity.

An elderly feng shui master, even older than Chen Yetian, shouted at him, "Brother Chen, even a tiger does not devour its own cubs! This child is, after all, a descendant of the Chen family. Put that portrait away immediately."

"Indeed, indeed, Chen Yetian! The child is innocent. If you do this, you will surely face divine retribution."

"Hmph, this child watched its own mother being killed; it is a scourge even if left alive. It is a ghost fetus, and it has no business existing in this world." Chen Yetian was as repulsive as Chen Zhiqiang, and he moved the portrait a few inches closer.

"Father, Father, please spare me. I won’t harm anyone; I only want to be reincarnated." The ghost fetus’s fear escalated into pure terror. Seeing that pleading with Chen Yetian was futile, it turned to beg Chen Zhiqiang.

Chen Zhiqiang replied coldly, "Shut up. You were never meant to be born. You are a child of the dead, and you deserve to be obliterated."

*A child of the dead, and you deserve to be obliterated!*

Hearing these words, I saw the ghost fetus’s expression change entirely. The terror in its eyes vanished, replaced by a chilling resentment and hatred.

A "child of the dead"—born from a corpse.

"Chen Zhiqiang, it was you who made me a child of the dead..." Upon hearing Chen Zhiqiang’s words, the ghost fetus’s face contorted into a hideous mask. It no longer called him Father. Its skin, previously pale and pure from the nourishment it had received, began to radiate waves of malevolent energy—a dark aura so potent that even the Heavenly Master’s portrait could no longer suppress it.

Oh no! The ghost fetus was turning into a vengeful spirit.

If the ghost fetus turned into a malevolent force, Chen Zhiqiang would be the first to suffer, but the child would also lose any chance of reincarnation. I had summoned this spirit; I could not simply watch it descend into eternal damnation.

I caught the eye of Lu Jiu, who was standing near Chen Yetian, and signaled him frantically. Lu Jiu and I shared a deep rapport; he understood my intention immediately and crept toward Chen Yetian’s back.

"Give it here, you old fool!" Lu Jiu circled behind Chen Yetian and, catching him off guard, snatched the portrait from his hands. He rolled it up quickly, and the red light filling the room vanished instantly.

Chen Yetian glared at Lu Jiu with fury. "Where did this filthy Taoist come from? Give that portrait back, or I will see to it that your sect is wiped out!"

Lu Jiu continued rolling up the portrait as he replied, "Oh? You want to wipe out my sect? Well, listen closely: I am a disciple of the Jingming Dao of the Zhengyi School. Our ancestral temple, the Wanshou Palace, is in Nanchang, Jiangxi. You are welcome to visit anytime."

At the mention of the Jingming Dao, Chen Yetian’s arrogance withered. The Jingming Dao was a prestigious sect with a history spanning a thousand years, having produced many Heavenly Masters. Not only did they have the backing of the Zhengyi Heavenly Master’s Mansion, but even the Pai Sect he belonged to was insignificant in comparison.

Seeing that the portrait had been taken, Chen Zhiqiang did not hesitate. He roared, "You dare use my name? Then I shall send you on your way, you cursed child!" With that, he slammed the suppression talisman onto the ghost fetus’s chest.

"No!" Before I could even recover from the relief of retrieving the portrait, Chen Zhiqiang had already attached the talisman.

My heart sank as if dropped into an ice cellar; I knew the child was lost.

"Heh-heh-heh... Chen Zhiqiang, do you really think this talisman can suppress me?" The ghost fetus let out a chilling laugh. Despite the talisman on its head, it showed no reaction.

By all logic, given the ghost fetus’s current level of cultivation, the talisman should have shattered its soul. Yet, it remained unmoved, and instead, the yellow talisman began to slowly turn black.

A monstrous, overwhelming malevolence began to erupt from the plump little ghost fetus, and its once clear eyes slowly turned blood-red, brimming with murderous intent.