Necropolis Immortal

old man came out from the back.
He was the clan’s supervisor and chaperone here in this city, an eight-fruit arcane dao immortal expert.

After giving the old man a once-over, Lu Yun bowed.
“Lu Yun of Dusk Province.
Greetings, senior.”

“What?!” The old man’s eyes became the size of dinner plates.
“You’re Lu Yun? That Lu Yun?”

As soon as he blurted out these words, he pulled back his voice with immortal energy.
It was best not to risk someone overhearing if a stray puff of wind carried his words away.

“Please, come in, young friend!” The Mo elder hurriedly brought Lu Yun inside; he hadn’t expected the boy to actually come! If this was Lu Yun, the other youth had to be Qing Han.

At the same time, the reason why Lu Yun was here became clear.

Chenfeng must’ve invited him here! So why did the forefather… The old man’s face shifted through a spectrum of emotions.
He turned his hands over, activating the local formation to seal off the space.

The Mo Clan had set it up themselves.
As one of the greatest clans in the world, they would hardly entrust their safety to anyone else.

“Look at this, senior.” Lu Yun held a deep blue baby in his hands.

“This is… Chenfeng!” Mo Qu gasped; as Mo Chenfeng’s great-uncle, he knew the boy well.
“That’s what he looked like when he was little! I remember—I baptized him when he was born!”

“What in the world is this?” the Mo elder quavered in concern.
The baby looked identical to Mo Chenfeng, but it was clearly something much more sinister.

“It’s the shamanic soul planting art,” explained Lu Yun.
“A soul seed is refined and planted into someone else’s soul.
As it grows, it consumes, and eventually replaces, its host.”

The old man and Mo Qu exchanged deeply worried looks, immensely troubled by what they’d seen, and its ramifications.

“No wonder you stuck a Nineheavens Principal Talisman on me just now,” cried the latter.

“You had a soul seed within you as well, but the talisman has already gotten rid of it,” said Lu Yun.

Mo Qu couldn’t help shivering at the thought.

“Qitian is a friend of mine, I must look into why someone has used soul planting on him.” Lu Yun was very much intent on finding out the truth behind the Sword of Chaos’ owner.
Mo Qitian, Zi Chen, and Wu Tulong were the only leads he had.

“So something really has happened to him!” The Mo elder and Mo Qu were appalled.
They had noticed Mo Qitian’s abnormalities already, but had initially attributed it to a personality change after his encounter with the Dao Flower.

Reality was often much uglier than speculation.

“Who did he meet with after returning to the Mo clan? Be as detailed as possible!” Lu Yun demanded.

“Forefather Mo Xun! After Qitian returned, the forefather took him away on a journey for further training… the one who went to Jadeite Manor just now was also him!”

“Mo Xun?” The young man furrowed his eyebrows.

“Milord, the old guy from before didn’t have a human soul.
He was a ritual divine spirit.” Ge Long piped up suddenly.

“Yes.
Forefather Mo Xun is the guardian spirit for our clan.
He was born of sacrifice and worship in one of the mortal nations under our rule.
However, he already rejected his divinity in favor of kinship with us.”

“Do you mean… impossible! Forefather Mo Xun can’t have betrayed us!” The old man choked up.

“There’s nothing impossible about anything,” advised Lu Yun.
“Can you find Mo Qitian for me?”

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