Chapter 517: Chapter 173: Daoist Priest Fan’s Way of Visiting! The Trembling City God’s Command! (10,000-Word Mega Chapter - Please Subscribe)_5
"Can we truly take on the mighty Fu Clan?"
He didn’t know if this thought was laughable, but he knew that this was the only thing he could hope for.
What if...
What if?
...
No need to ask for directions to the Fu Residence in the Imperial City, as they had Yun Jiuqing, the human map. She had been to the Great Zhou Imperial City several times and naturally roamed around the city on several occasions.
Yun Jiuqing, full of excitement and anticipation, led Fan Wu and the others in a certain direction.
Be it the Prefecture’s Fu Clan or the Imperial City’s Fu Clan.
Yun Jiuqing didn’t take kindly to either!
Especially after she learned what this so-called family, boasting the Dragon Support Technique, had done. Yun Jiuqing’s impression of the Fu Clan worsened further.
Moreover, this was about eliminating harm for the people!
What Yun Jiuqing loved most was to punish the wicked, promote the good, and remove harm for the people!
"Daoist Priest Fan, Daoist Priest Fan!" Yun Jiuqing even said to Fan Wu with a hint of excitement, "I once heard that the Fu Family in the Imperial City has an old ancestor who has lived for a very long time and is still alive."
"I also heard that the Fu Family has connections in the Netherworld! That might mean... some of their deceased ancestors could be serving in the Underworld."
"Although I’m not sure if it’s true or not, I believe that taking precautions is never wrong!"
"Their family has connections in the Underworld?" Xing Fengzi said in surprise, "Does Scholar Yun mean... if they get desperate, they might call upon their ancestors in the Netherworld for help?"
Yun Jiuqing nodded and said, "It’s not impossible, after all, my father told me that if our Yun Clan ever encounters a life-and-death crisis..."
"We can use a secret technique to communicate with our ancestors in the Underworld to ask them to return to the mortal realm and help us, the younger generation, overcome the difficulties."
Xing Fengzi murmured, "So it turns out, not just our Di Zu Guan does this..."
Yes!
Xing Fengzi’s Di Zu Guan also practiced this method, which meant they too belonged to those with "connections down below."
As time ticked by, second by second.
Yun Jiuqing came to a halt.
They had been walking around in the Imperial City for about two hours. And it must be said... the Imperial City is enormous.
Normally, walking for two hours could take one from one end of a county’s walls to the other.
But in the Imperial City.
It’s nothing.
"We’re here!" Yun Jiuqing announced, "Daoist Priest Fan, the Fu Residence is just ahead!"
Actually, there was no need for Yun Jiuqing’s reminder, as the "Fu Residence" sign above the gates was already in sight for Fan Wu and the others.
Fan Wu toyed with the City God’s Command in his hand, which was trembling frantically.
The red light emanating from the City God’s Command had become quite dazzling, attracting the attention of many nearby.
Rows upon rows of text flashed crazily on the City God’s Command.
Fan Wu felt if he weren’t holding onto the City God’s Command, it would probably fly over on its own and deal with all the great villains and evil-doers.
...
Meanwhile.
In the Fu Residence at the Imperial City.
"Three candles... have gone out..." Inside an exquisitely repaired ancestral hall of the Fu Family, an old man meditating on a cushion opened his muddy eyes and looked ahead.
In front of him there were candles burning, each candle looking particularly special.
Beneath each candle on a pedestal, a name was inscribed.
All these names bore the surname "Fu"!
Among these lights, three candles were extinguished, and from their wicks rose thin wisps of smoke that bizarrely took the color of blood.
"Three young candles have burnt out... has the family lost three young members?" A fierce glint flashed through the murky eyes of the elder as an imposing aura emanated from him.
Seemingly sensing the atmosphere inside the hall, a middle-aged man quickly entered.
"Head of the Family!" The middle-aged man was quite deferential, "Do you have any commands for me?"
"Investigate," the Head of the Fu Family said coldly with a single word.
"Investigate?" The middle-aged man was momentarily stunned.
Following the gaze of the Head of the Fu Family, he looked towards the candles and saw the three extinguished ones. The sight made the man gasp because he knew very well what the extinguished candles meant.
"Yes!" The middle-aged man nodded hurriedly.
After he left the ancestral hall, his expression darkened considerably.
"Only the deaths of Fu clan members who die with grievances cause the life candle to emit such blood-colored smoke! If it were an accidental death, the smoke would be black. If they die of old age, the smoke would be white. This blood-colored smoke..."
He took a deep breath, his eyes glinting with dangerous light and deep killing intent, "If Fu clan members die with grievances, they must have been murdered!"
"Someone come!" After leaving the hall for a bit, the middle-aged man called out coldly.
Within a few breaths’ time.
A dozen members of the Fu Family rushed over, consisting of both middle-aged and younger individuals. Each one of them bore the surname Fu and was a Cultivator!
Some were the backbone of the Fu Clan.
Some were the younger generation of the Fu Clan.
Typical Taoist Temples or monasteries having more than a dozen Cultivators would be quite impressive, but for the Fu Residence in the Imperial City, these dozen Cultivators were just a drop in the ocean, the tip of the iceberg.
