Chapter 1 The Wolf Tomb

Ye Yang sheathed his sword, quickly descending the steps, and followed the shattered mirror straight into the Wolf Tomb.

After generations of excavation by the Zhang family, the Wolf Tomb no longer posed any real danger. The only thing that could hinder Ye Yang was the tomb's intricate and complex layout.

Ye Yang had long determined that the Zhang family used the mirrors to gradually penetrate the Wolf Tomb. As long as he followed the shattered fragments, he could find the center of the tomb.

Nie Xiaochun chased after Ye Yang, "Are you really using me as bait?"

"Bait doesn't get to speak. Just follow!" Ye Yang's words nearly choked Nie Xiaochun to death.

Nie Xiaochun regretted pressing the issue, but she couldn't afford to argue with Ye Yang in this dangerous situation. She could only puff out her cheeks and follow him deeper into the tomb.

The coffins in the Wolf Tomb had long been moved, leaving only a square stone pit and sword marks everywhere.

Looking up, she could see the glass shattered by sword energy. The mirror, which was about two meters in diameter, had originally covered the stone pit like a dome.

After Ye Yang's sword energy broke through the mirror, it all struck into the stone pit.

Ye Yang slowly walked to the edge of the stone pit, "I didn't shatter the last mirror. You're not dead either. Come out and meet me!"

Not long after Ye Yang spoke, the sword marks on the ground began to crack. Pieces of soil were pushed aside along the sword marks, revealing a cracked mirror underneath.

Ye Yang's sword energy had only touched the mirror before retracting its edge in time, preventing it from shattering completely.

A black-clothed ghost rose from the mirror like a zombie rising from a coffin, lifting half of its body straight up. With one hand on the edge of the pit, it looked at Ye Yang with a pale face.

It wasn't that he wanted to rise from the mirror in such a strange posture, but the sword light on his chest forced him to meet Ye Yang in this way.

The ghost coughed a few times as if his lungs had been injured by the sword before speaking, "You're not a术士 (shushi, Taoist priest/wizard), you're a sword cultivator. Soul Sword slays ghosts, such profound cultivation."

Ye Yang said expressionlessly, "There's still one more who hasn't come out. Out!"

As Ye Yang spoke, another ghost appeared from the corner of the tomb, with a sword light piercing its chest as well.

The two ghosts, who appeared one after the other, looked seven or eight parts similar. At first glance, it was clear that they were brothers.

Nie Xiaochun said in a deep voice, "Which of you is Zhang Huayang, and which is Zhang Huasheng?"

Nie Xiaochun knew that Ye Yang didn't like to talk, let alone explain anything to others. It would be much better if she asked the questions.

The ghost who rose from the mirror cupped his fist in salute and said, "I am Zhang Huayang."

The ghost squatting in the corner said with a choked voice, "I am Zhang Huasheng. Mr. Ye, can you let me say a few words to my brother first? I'm about to die."

Nie Xiaochun saw Ye Yang nod slightly before saying, "Speak quickly!"

Zhang Huasheng could no longer control his emotions and burst into tears, "Brother! Why did you only come out now!"

"We... we have harmed the Zhang family!"

"Zhang Fang... Zhang Fang has been invaded by the evil aura of the Wolf Star (Tanlang xing), he killed Shunzi!"

"Brother, why did our Zhang family let the Wolf Star enter our fate in the first place? It's not a blessing, it's a curse!"

Zhang Huasheng was more seriously injured by the sword light than his brother. Besides being able to manifest, he didn't even have the strength to stand up. He could only crawl towards Zhang Huayang, "Brother... I've been looking for you for so many days, why didn't you come out?"

"Brother, stop Zhang Fang! He's been possessed by the evil aura of the Wolf Star. He doesn't recognize his own family! Once he gains power, the world will be stained with blood! Brother, stop!"

Zhang Huayang remained silent with a gloomy expression. Only when his brother Zhang Huasheng crawled in front of him and tightly grasped his hand did he say, "There's no turning back now. Now that we've reached this point, let Zhang Fang go and make a name for himself!"

"Brother!" Zhang Huasheng said in shock, "Zhang Fang is already insane! He even killed his own father to deceive the Province City's practitioners. He wants to kill me too!"

Ye Yang's face turned ashen when he heard this. He understood what Zhang Huasheng meant.

He also realized that this task was a conspiracy against the Province City's practitioners.

In this conspiracy, the easiest thing to believe was the death of Zhang Shun.

Who would have thought that Zhang Fang would kill his own father and set up such a grand scheme!

Zhang Huayang shook off his brother's hand again, "So? So you deliberately released the coffin from the Wolf Star Tomb and led people into the Wolf Tomb to force me out, right?"

Zhang Huayang said sternly, "Have you ever thought about how many sacrifices the Zhang family has made for the Wolf Star to enter our fate?"

"As long as we can succeed, what does it matter if two people die? Has the Zhang family sacrificed fewer people for the Wolf Star?"

"Now that we've reached this point, who can turn back? You go too! Let Zhang Fang venture out on his own!"

"Our Zhang family can't afford to lose anymore." As Zhang Huayang spoke, he raised his hand and slammed it down on his brother's head. Before Zhang Huasheng dissipated into ashes, he desperately shouted two words, "Behind!"

After personally killing his brother, Zhang Huayang looked at Ye Yang with a calm expression.