My Cultivation Prowess Peaks after I Buried the Great Emperor's Corpse

Chapter 295: Exposed, Please Listen to My Excuses!

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Whoosh!

Looking at the departing Chiyue tribe, everyone in the ancient Tianfeng City let out a sigh of relief, be it the patriarchs, Feng Qinglei and Feng Qingming, the leader Feng Zhentian, or the tribe members, all of them felt the joy of surviving a calamity.

This was especially so for Feng Qinglei. A deep sense of relief and fear surfaced in his old eyes.

Just now, Chi Hunzi’s butcher knife was just a millimeter away from landing on his head. Fortunately, at the last moment, he received the help of a mysterious expert. Otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

At that time, not only him, but even the entire Tianfeng tribe would suffer a calamity.

At the thought of this, Feng Qinglei did not care about the serious injuries on his body. He immediately struggled and knelt on the ground.

“Thank you for saving my life! Sir, please show yourself. In the future, the Tianfeng tribe will carve a statue of you and worship you day and night to express our sincerity.”

Thump!

Thump!

Thump!

Under Feng Qinglei’s leadership, the Tianfeng tribe members all knelt and kowtowed with gratitude.

Seeing this, Lin Wudao, who was hiding in the darkness, had an indifferent expression.

“You don’t have to do this. The reason why I helped the Tianfeng tribe was because I was asked to. Now that the crisis of the Tianfeng tribe has passed, I should leave. If you really want to worship someone, then worship the God of Great Green Mountain.”

Lin Wudao left behind a meaningful sentence before disappearing from his spot in a flash.

The God of Great Green Mountain?

Feng Qinglei and the other members of the tribe widened their eyes in surprise.

“Patriarch, isn’t the God of Great Green Mountain the God worshiped by the Tushan family? Could it be that the person who helped us just now was a follower of the Qingshan Demonic God? Or, was he from the Tushan family?”

At this moment, the leader Feng Zhentian carried his battle spear and came to Feng Qinglei as he asked in confusion.

Hearing this, Feng Qinglei frowned and shook his head.

“This is unknown… Since ancient times, in this vast Mountain Mausoleum Area, only the Tushan family and the current Qingshan tribe believe in the Qingshan Demonic God. Right now, we don’t know the identity and background of that expert. Therefore, we can’t be sure that he’s from the Tushan family. Perhaps he is just a follower of the Qingshan Demonic God,” Feng Qinglei sighed.

As for the purpose of that mysterious expert, it was simply unfathomable to him.

“Then… Patriarch, are we really going to worship the God of Great Green Mountain? As far as I know, although He is a God, He is a demonic God. Believing in Him requires one to sacrifice their lifespan and soul. Moreover, I’ve received news that not long ago, the Qingshan Demonic God was revived and has bestowed great power upon the Qingshan tribe. Now, the Qingshan tribe has unified the Great Green Mountain, as well as annexed the Leishan tribe and the Lieyang tribe.”

Feng Zhentian said with a serious expression, a hint of apprehension in his words.

Even though the Tianfeng tribe didn’t have a clear belief, if they were to worship a demonic God, Feng Zhentian was still quite apprehensive.

After all, demonic Gods were even more terrifying than evil Gods. God knows what would happen if they believed in the Qingshan Demonic God.

Regarding this matter, Feng Qinglei had his thoughts.

“I’ve already made my stance clear just now by saying that we’re going to build a statue for the mysterious powerhouse just now and worship him. The person we’re grateful to is him, not the so-called God of Great Green Mountain. That being said, the Qingshan Demonic God was worshiped by the Tushan family eighty thousand years ago, and he brought the Tushan family to an infinitely glorious era. It can be seen that He’s definitely not a simple character.”

“Zhentian, later on, go to the Qingshan tribe of the Great Green Mountain and see if the Qingshan Demonic God has really awakened. If the shocking changes in the Qingshan tribe were caused by Him, then the Tianfeng tribe should make plans accordingly as soon as possible. In this cruel world, only great strength is the foundation of life,” Feng Qinglei said meaningfully.

Hearing this, Feng Zhentian’s heart skipped a beat.

At this moment, he seemed to have guessed Feng Qinglei’s thoughts and plans.

“Patriarch, I’ll personally go to Great Green Mountain to investigate. By the way, Patriarch, your injuries…”

“I won’t die now. However, since I forcefully used a forbidden technique, the Great Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique, to increase my battle prowess, I don’t have much time left under the backlash. I only have at most one year left.”

What was that? A year at most?

The moment these words came out, Feng Zhentian and the others trembled.

All the tribesmen present gasped at the same time. Many of them had tears in their eyes.

Patriarch Qinglei had sacrificed far too much for the tribe.

“Patriarch, you…”

“Alright, life and death are predestined. Everything is heaven’s will. Bury the men who died in battle for the tribe. They are all good members of the tribe. I am proud of them.”

Feng Qinglei’s eyes were filled with grief as he softly said.

Then, with Feng Qingming’s help, he walked to the ancestral shrine step by step.

“Patriarch, you… Are you alright?”

The moment Feng Qinglei stepped into the ancestral shrine, Feng Changqing immediately stepped forward and asked with concern.

“I’m fine. Changqing, open the coffin of Patriarch Qingyun. I want to see him for the last time,” Feng Qinglei said as he stared at the coffin.

What? The patriarch wanted to open the coffin?

Suddenly hearing these words, Feng Changqing was immediately shocked. His heart was in his throat.

“Patriarch, Patriarch Qingyun has already passed away. I think it’s better not to…”

“Not to what?”

“Not to disturb the Patriarch’s spirit in heaven?” Feng Changqing replied with a slight tremble. A strong sense of fear and unease rose in his eyes.

Even though he had concealed himself very well, Feng Qinglei still managed to detect his diffidence. He instantly frowned.

“Changqing, are you hiding something from me?”

“This… Patriarch, how would I dare hide something from you?”

Facing Feng Qinglei’s sharp gaze, Feng Changqing pretended to be calm and shook his head repeatedly.

However, Feng Qinglei was old and shrewd. He could not be fooled at all.

“Zhentian, open the coffin of Patriarch Qingyun,” He turned to Feng Zhentian and ordered.

“Yes!”

Feng Zhentian looked at Feng Changqing in puzzlement, but he didn’t think too much about it. He immediately went to Feng Qingyun’s coffin and pushed it open.

Seeing this, Feng Changqing was terrified to the extreme, and his body trembled.

At the same time, Feng Zhentian who was in front of the coffin also let out a cry of surprise.

“This… Patriarch Qingyun’s corpse has disappeared?”

What? The corpse was gone?

Hearing this, Feng Qinglei and Feng Qingming stepped forward. They looked into the coffin at the same time, only to see that it was empty.

There was no sign of Feng Qingyun’s corpse.

“Feng Changqing, where is the patriarch’s body?”

Whoosh!

In an instant, everyone’s sharp eyes fell on Feng Changqing.

“I… I…”

Facing everyone’s questioning, Feng Changqing was extremely terrified.

“Patriarch, Patriarch Qing Yun’s corpse… His corpse was… It was snatched away by the people of the Chiyue tribe.”

In the end, Feng Changqing did not tell the truth of the matter. Instead, he mustered up his courage and told an excuse he had come up with.

However, Feng Qinglei and the others did not believe his words.

“Bullshit! Why would the Chiyue tribe steal a corpse? Moreover, we’ve been guarding Tianfeng City to death, not letting a single person from the Chiyue tribe get close to the ancestral shrine. Feng Changqing, tell me honestly. Where is Patriarch Qingyun’s corpse?”

Feng Zhentian shouted. His gaze was hostile.

Seeing this, Feng Changqing was so frightened that he knelt on the ground, his body trembling non-stop.

“Leader, I… I don’t know… Patriarch Qing Yun’s corpse was indeed snatched away by the members of the Chiyue tribe…”

“Nonsense!”

Boom!

Feng Changqing wanted to continue to quibble, but the furious Feng Zhentian didn’t believe his nonsense.

With a wave of his sleeve, a powerful force surged out like a celestial river, blasting Feng Changqing away.

The latter lay on the ground outside the ancestral shrine and spat out a mouthful of blood..