Chapter 133 - 97: The Big Shot Has a Meltdown

Chapter 133: Chapter 97: The Big Shot Has a Meltdown

BZZZT—

Han Yushu’s entire body convulsed as his blood surged in reverse.

The skin on his face rippled violently, and fine beads of blood seeped from every pore. He couldn’t even let out a scream.

Beitang Batian sighed softly, "Child, if you must blame someone, blame your ill-fated... Huh?"

Beitang Batian was suddenly dumbfounded.

He had just discovered that the Essence Blood he was absorbing with his Myriad Transformations Blood Art couldn’t nourish the corpse at all!

The bloodlines wouldn’t fuse!

It was being rejected!

This meant...

The boy wasn’t Han Chenghu’s biological son at all!

In that instant, Beitang Batian completely lost it. His composure shattered.

He raised his blood-red eyes and glared furiously at the vine-bound Madam Han, roaring:

"You bitch! You’ve ruined my grand plan!"

’Who could have guessed? Not only did this venomous woman kill her husband, but her damn son was someone else’s, too!’

The furious Beitang Batian clenched his fist.

SPLAT!

Han Yushu’s head exploded like a watermelon, splattering red and white matter everywhere.

"Yushu!"

Madam Han let out a heart-wrenching scream.

Almost simultaneously, Beitang Batian’s body swayed and he fell to his knees.

Wisps of eerie green ghost-fire flickered across his body. An even thicker Corpse Qi seeped from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, and dark purple patches of lividity appeared on his face.

’This is bad... I can’t suppress this corpse anymore!’

Beitang Batian was seething with frustration.

’What I thought was a perfect start, a gift from the Celestial Dao, has turned into a dead end in the blink of an eye.’

A fall from Heaven to Hell—that was exactly what this felt like.

"The Celestial Dao is unjust!"

Beitang Batian roared in grief and indignation.

Just as his soul was about to be consumed by the rebelling corpse, his desperate gaze fell upon Madam Han.

’There’s no other choice.’

’At this point, this is the only way!’

SWOOSH!

He shot in front of Madam Han and jabbed a finger toward the spot between her eyebrows.

"Possess!"

A sinister, cold aura drilled into Madam Han’s body.

Madam Han convulsed, the whites of her eyes showing as black blood streamed from her mouth and nose.

Countless tiny runes surfaced on her skin, coiling like chains before shattering. The sight was both solemn and strangely sinister.

THUMP!

Han Chenghu’s corpse slumped to the ground.

This meant Beitang Batian’s soul had fully extracted itself and successfully possessed Madam Han.

After all, aside from Jiang Mu, she was the only Practitioner on site.

Beitang Batian, now in control of Madam Han’s body, landed on the ground and slowly opened his eyes.

The once-seductive eyes were now sharp and sinister.

He looked down at his slender, pale arms, then felt his chest. The muscles in his face twitched violently.

"ARGHH!"

Beitang Batian threw his head back and let out an indignant roar, his hair whipping wildly about him.

Why was he so furious?

Because possession by a Ghost Cultivator was not without its limits. Each time, it inflicted irreversible damage on the Soul Body.

In his current state, this was the last time he could ever possess another body.

In other words, from this day forward, he was stuck in Madam Han’s body and would have to live the rest of his life as a woman.

But what truly mortified him was—

To quickly restore his Cultivation Level, he would have to practice a method that involved a Cultivation Companion.

And now, he was in a woman’s body.

Which meant...

From now on, the roles would be reversed!

’To think that he, the great Heroic Ruler of Glazed Island, the former number one under heaven, a hegemon who looked down upon all others, would now have to be... taken by...’

At that moment, Beitang Batian truly felt like he could cough up blood from sheer fury.

’And the one to blame for all of this was that damned brat!’

Beitang Batian glared at Jiang Mu, his eyes brimming with murderous intent.

’If this brat weren’t so bizarre, if he hadn’t drained all my demonic essence qi, how could I have ended up in such a pathetic state?’

’The last person who made me suffer such a huge loss was that bastard Jiang Chaoxi!’

"ROAR..."

Just as he was about to kill Jiang Mu to vent his rage, Han Chenghu’s corpse, previously motionless on the ground, suddenly lurched rigidly to its feet.

The real zombie... had arrived!

Han Chenghu’s face was now ashen-blue. His hollow eyes glowed with a sickly green light, and the Corpse Qi surrounding him was as thick as ink.

The pure, violent aura of resentment it radiated was utterly suffocating.

Normally, a newly-risen zombie isn’t very strong. They fear light and fire, chickens and dogs, and people most of all.

But thanks to Beitang Batian’s interference, his demonic essence qi had thoroughly saturated the body during his attempt at reanimation. This caused the corpse to mutate, infinitely amplifying its resentment and causing its power to skyrocket!

"ROAR!"

The zombie roared, its first target being Beitang Batian.

After all, it was this woman who had killed him and sealed him in the wall. It was only natural that his towering resentment be directed at its source.

Watching the zombie bound toward him, stiff as a board and leaning forward on the tips of its toes, Beitang Batian cursed under his breath.

’Damn it! I’m not the one who killed you! Go find that bitch!’

’Oh, right. I *am* that bitch now.’

This only added to Beitang Batian’s humiliation.

He had only just possessed this body. His Soul Body and his new vessel had yet to fully synchronize, causing his power to plummet. Dealing with a high-level zombie would be difficult.

Jiang Mu watched the scene unfold, finding it rather strange.

’Why isn’t the zombie hopping?’

’Maybe only the ones from the old Qing dynasty movies do that.’

As the zombie lunged closer, Beitang Batian prepared to force himself to use a spell. But then he sensed something, and his head snapped toward the courtyard entrance, his brow furrowed.

’The Demon-slaying Bureau is here.’

Beitang Batian sighed, his face a mask of indignation.

’Forget it. My fate is fraught with disaster, my luck has run dry. The priority is to escape with my life and find a man... to cultivate with. If I delay any longer, my Soul Body will destabilize, and I’ll be beyond saving.’

’I’ll leave this zombie here. It can kill that brat for me and obscure my karmic trail, preventing certain old friends from noticing my presence.’

Beitang Batian touched a finger to the spot between his own eyebrows.

"Sever karma, obscure destiny!"

A wisp of pure white light condensed at his fingertip. He flicked it, sending it flying into the zombie’s skull.

Then, his figure faded, ultimately vanishing from sight.

The zombie, Han Chenghu, lunged at empty air and let out a furious roar.

It whipped its head around, its crimson eyes locking onto the only living person left in the courtyard—Jiang Mu. It lunged, intent on killing.

After all, this brat had also "discussed the Dao" with his wife.

His resentment toward the boy was just as deep.