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Wei Ning sat in a daze on the way home, the beautiful and tragic image of Qiqi repeatedly surfacing in his mind. Each time it appeared, his heart felt as if it had been pricked by needles, a pain beyond words.
When he returned home, Wei Mother noticed his expression and seemed to understand something. Without saying a word, she handed him three incense sticks and said, "First, burn incense for our ancestors and let them know you are back. Tomorrow, come with me to the Ancestral Tomb; your grandfather wants to see you."
Wei Ning nodded. After silently completing what his mother had instructed, he finished his meal and apologized to her before retreating to his room. Wei Mother sighed and decided not to press him further; perhaps it was better to let him have some quiet time.
The next day, Wei Mother brought offerings and together with Wei Ning arrived at the Ancestral Tomb. She led him to an unnamed tombstone and nodded, saying, "You can go in now."
Wei Ning was taken aback. "How do I enter?"
Without answering, Wei Mother placed her hand on the tombstone, seemingly triggering a mechanism. A hole appeared, just big enough for a person to enter. The darkness within was deep and foreboding. Wei Ning glanced at his mother before stepping inside.
As he ventured deeper into the passageway, his heart raced with anxiety. The tunnel was so deep that it made him realize how extensive the burial mound must be. Before long, he heard the sound of flowing water ahead. There were dark doors along the way, and as he pushed one open, he was suddenly greeted by a vast cavern. It was enormous, as if the entire mountain had been hollowed out. Countless tiny cracks in the ceiling allowed light to filter through from above, creating an ethereal glow that resembled numerous flickering moons.
Inside the cavern stood a grand ancient residence adorned with intricate carvings of dragons and phoenixes. A waterfall cascaded down like a mountain stream. As Wei Ning stepped inside, he noticed that the long-lasting lamps were made from ancient fish oil, while the ceiling depicted celestial bodies crafted from mercury. Every piece of furniture was made from high-quality ebony; even a single item taken out would be priceless. Such craftsmanship required immense manpower and wealth.
This all served as a testament to the former prosperity of the Wei Family.
Thinking of the current decline of the Wei Family brought a silent sigh from Wei Ning's heart.
Gradually, someone emerged from within the house and sat down on a chair, gesturing for Wei Ning to take a seat as well.
It was none other than Wei Qiuxi.
"You've arrived," Wei Qiuxi said after glancing at Wei Ning. Noticing the dejected look on his face made it clear what had happened without needing further explanation. With a sigh, she added, "Life and death are fated; there's no need to dwell on it too much. Perhaps this is not such a bad thing for Qiqi."
Wei Ning nodded with tears in her eyes. Wei Qiuxi, unable to bear touching Wei Ning's sorrow any longer, quickly shifted to the main topic. "Last time, I encountered your Wei Xianjun's physical form here. I will take you inside shortly, but before we go in, you should summon your two friends."
Wei Ning was taken aback; she hadn't expected Wei Qiuxi to know about Liu Linglang and Ding Ying. Wei Qiuxi sighed and shook his head. "Perhaps I was wrong. I originally wanted you to soar freely, which is why I entrusted you to Wang Tuozi. However, I overlooked one issue: Wang Chuyi's identity. Although he is my friend, he is still a member of the Wang family."
Hearing Wang Chuyi's name made Wei Ning's heart ache again. She lowered her head and said, "Master has been incredibly kind to me. No matter what choice he made at that time, I would understand."
Wei Qiuxi sighed again. "Wang Chuyi has already told me about that matter. I can understand; if it were me, I might have made the same choice. He truly cares for you, but that's not the only issue."
"Were Liu Linglang and Ding Ying given to you by Wang Chuyi?"
Wei Ning nodded.
"Wang Chuyi wants to ensure the Wei Family's extinction!" Wei Qiuxi exclaimed. "The life of nurturing ghosts is a lonely and cold one; don't you know that?"
Wei Ning seemed to recall hearing the old man from Mortuary mention it back in school, but she hadn't taken it to heart at the time.
"Wang Chuyi is indeed an extraordinary person. If not for that incident, he might have become the foremost figure in Zhu You School after Wei Xianjun. However, he is aloof and obsessed with ghost arts, which led him astray. Otherwise, under his leadership, the Wang family's strength would have far surpassed our declining Wei Family and become the leading branch of Zhu You. It's a pity he took a wrong step; one misstep leads to total loss."
Unable to hold back any longer, Wei Ning asked, "I once asked Master what exactly he did wrong back then, but he always refused to answer. Whenever I bring it up, he turns against me. Do you know anything about it?"
"Like that person from the Wu Family, he attempted to reverse fate and create a Drought Corpse," Wei Qiuxi replied. "That individual from the Wu Family learned Wang Chuyi's methods in hopes of altering destiny, but Wang Tuozi is no ordinary person. The Wu Family member lacked sufficient skill and ended up with nothing but bones."
"The Drought Corpse emerged, and it was a desolate land as far as the eye could see," Wei Qiuxi said. "At that time, Wang Chuyi was young and reckless, unable to consider much. It wasn't until he personally forced the Wang family to their demise that he realized his mistakes. He spent nearly his entire life trying to atone for what he had done, but the grave errors had already been committed; how could they be changed?"
"But how does this relate to us, the Wei Family, and me?"
"Perhaps he has come to understand. Our Exorcism Technique, though exquisite and passed down for thousands of years, may have become outdated in this modern technological era. The government constantly promotes us as remnants of feudal superstition. We have been abandoned by this age; we are the dregs of this time. If not for Wei Xian Gui constantly threatening us, I truly wouldn't want you to follow the old path of our ancestors. Perhaps being a chef, a teacher, or something else would be better than being a Corpse Handler. This is why I chose not to pass on the Exorcism Technique to you; I hoped you would find your own way. I never expected you would still walk down my old path."
"Though the Four Schools of Exorcism seem united on the surface, they have been embroiled in internal strife for thousands of years. You participated in a Zhu You conference on my behalf; you should have felt that."
"Yes." Wei Ning recalled the ugly faces of those so-called masters at the Corpse Driving Conference and nodded.
"Perhaps Wang Tuozi understands more than I do. By passing on the Nurturing Ghosts technique to you, he intends for you to live a life of solitude. With only you as the sole heir of the Wei Family, our bloodline will eventually be severed. The Wei Family's Exorcism Technique will fade from this world. Gradually, the Wang family, Wei Family, Fang Family, and Wu Family will all exit the stage of history. Perhaps we should have disappeared long ago; this world no longer belongs to us."
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