Ex-Wife is a Big Villainess

Entering the deep door, the group arrived at another tomb.

Unlike the previous eerie atmosphere, this tomb was magnificent and luxurious.

A gigantic Luminous Pearl hung from the dome of the burial chamber, reflecting a blinding golden glow on the walls.

In the center, a majestic Golden Dragon of ten zhang in length floated majestically.

The dragon scales were carved from entire pieces of emerald, emitting a sinister bloody radiance.

"Not bad at all. If I die someday, I should have a tomb like this built for me."

The ostentatious Luo Wanqing admired the luxurious tomb chamber, her beautiful eyes reflecting the golden splendor of the room.

"The better the tomb is built, the more tomb raiders you'll encounter later, disrupting your peace."

Jiang Shouzhong reminded her.

Luo Wanqing paused, then smiled brightly and said, "Makes sense. My little lover does think ahead."

As she spoke, the woman pinched Jiang Shouzhong's cheek with her jade-like fingers painted red, her red lips brushing against his ear, her breath fragrant as orchids:

"Then in the future, you'll guard my tomb. In exchange, I might consider giving you a big, chubby boy."

"Cough, cough..."

Jiang Shouzhong nearly choked on his own saliva.

Sister, there are so many people here, couldn't you express this privately through actions?

Jiang Yi snorted coldly, initially wanting to mock them, when suddenly the Golden Dragon hovering in the center opened its crimson eyes.

The peeling golden scales seeped blood, and the dragon's body twisted into the form of Wanyan Wulie.

"Zen Rebel Monk, you have ultimately disappointed me."

Wanyan Wulie coldly stared at them, sighing softly.

"True Dragon Qi Fortune?"

Jiang Wan appeared surprised.

Jiang Shouzhong said, "Is it possible that you have disappointed the Zen Rebel Monk?"

Wanyan Wulie did not answer, lowering his head to gaze at the copper mirror beneath him, rippling with waves. The mirror's surface reflected his distorted face, suddenly rippling with bloody waves.

He said sinisterly, "Jiang Shouzhong, I will make a deal with you. Release me today, and I will, as the ruler of Nanjin Country, support you as the new Emperor, help you seize power in the Central Plains, and make you the sovereign of all under heaven."

Jiang Shouzhong shook his head: "I'm not interested in being Emperor, so if I don't make this deal, what will you do?"

Wanyan Wulie's expression turned gloomy: "Then I shall perish with you all."

No sooner had he spoken than the golden walls around them suddenly revealed thousands of mirrors, each showing the group's reflection, eerily smiling back at them.

Wanyan Wulie said, "From the moment you stepped into the tomb, you entered my meticulously arranged kill array. Once I die, you shall die too. Even if you are lucky enough to survive, you will be severely wounded, destroying your Pill Sea."

"You still have some capability, daring to threaten us under such circumstances."

Luo Wanqing looked disdainful.

Wanyan Wulie said in a deep voice, "You're welcome to try."

"The kill array you mentioned... could it be that?"

At that moment, behind Wanyan Wulie, a frosty white hand suddenly emerged from the bloody mist.

It was the Demon Venerable, her white hair cascading like a snowy waterfall, holding a throbbing Blood Crystal in her palm, stepping out from the void.

Within the Blood Crystal, a wisp of soul resembling both dragon and human was being nourished, precisely one remnant soul of Wanyan Wulie.

The Demon Venerable taunted, "Deliberately creating an Eye-blocking Technique to hide a wisp of your soul and threaten us with a Fake Illusion Body, such childish tricks, I have seen many times."

Wanyan Wulie stared at the Demon Venerable with a ghostly expression, incredulous: "How did you find it!?"

The Demon Venerable smiled and said, "As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is the safest, but never have I seen a fool place his Life Soul in the Gatekeeper."

The Gatekeeper?

Yes, the Gatekeeper was the Zen Rebel Monk.

The Zen Rebel Monk and Wanyan Wulie knew they couldn't handle Li Guanshi and the others, so they staged a Confusion Technique.

The Zen Rebel Monk truly died.

He truly gave the Vajra Heart to Jiang Shouzhong.

However, his body still harbored a wisp of Wanyan Wulie's residual soul, and having previously Dual Cultivated with many concubines and princes of the Royal Family, he concealed a lot of True Dragon Qi Fortune.

With this, Wanyan Wulie could be resurrected.

In short, the Zen Rebel Monk intended to use his death to mislead Jiang Shouzhong and the others, diverting attention from himself, providing Wanyan Wulie with a chance to escape.

Unfortunately, it all ended in failure.

Despair finally surged in Wanyan Wulie's eyes.

He suddenly laughed, a strangled, low growl issuing from his throat, murmuring:

"Since childhood, I have suffered humiliation, hating Buddha, hating women, hating parents, hating the world, even hating myself...

I wanted to achieve a thousand-year success, to bring peace to the world, I wanted to live a few more hundred years... Why won't Heaven give me this chance?"

"I am unwilling!!"

Wanyan Wulie roared towards the sky.

The mirror array began to whirl madly, countless mirrors reflecting his crazed visage:

"I can only say that your luck is poor."

The Demon Venerable mercilessly crushed the Blood Crystal in her hand.

Wanyan Wulie's body broke into pieces, bursting into blinding white light, finally shattering and vanishing.

The surrounding mirrors shattered one after another, eventually turning into a palm-sized dark mirror falling to the ground.

The Demon Venerable drew the black mirror into her hand with a gesture, observed it for a moment, and tossed it to Jiang Shouzhong:

"The Mingjing has two sides, one evil, one good. This is the evil side. When you someday find the good side, combine them into one, becoming its master, and you can use it."

With that, the Demon Venerable's figure disappeared from its place.

Jiang Shouzhong caught the mirror, only to find its surface drenched in fresh blood, unable to reflect anything.

To be honest, he didn't have a good feeling about this Magic Artifact, it seemed very sinister.

As for the good side of the mirror, he wasn't keen on looking for it; the most pressing thing was to find the people the Zen Rebel Monk spoke of.