Chapter 296: Punishment, Emissary of River of Lethe!
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
“Feng Changqing, let me ask you again. Where did the corpse of Patriarch Qingyun go?”
Whoosh!
Feng Zhentian stepped forward and questioned coldly.
However, even after suffering such a fierce blow, Feng Changqing still did not tell the truth. He just lowered his head and remained silent.
Furthermore, an intense determination even surfaced in his eyes. It was as if he was prepared to die.
Seeing this, Feng Zhentian became even more furious, and his dignified face turned gloomy.
“Hmph! Since you refuse to tell the truth, I can only punish you according to the rules of the Tianfeng tribe. Feng Changqing, you were guarding Patriarch Qingyun in the ancestral temple, but you lost his body. This crime is unforgivable. Men, detain Feng Changqing and bury him with Patriarch Qingyun,” Feng Zhentian ordered coldly.
With that, two strong soldiers entered the ancestral shrine. One of them grabbed Feng Changqing’s arm and was about to detain him.
“Wait! Leader, please show mercy and spare my brother’s life!”
Whoosh!
Just as the soldiers were about to leave the ancestral shrine with Feng Changqing, a ferocious figure covered in blood suddenly rushed into the ancestral shrine and knelt before Feng Qinglei and the others.
It was Feng Yuan.
“Old ancestors, leader, I think there must be a reason why Patriarch Qingyun’s corpse disappeared for no reason. Although Changqing can’t cultivate, he would never dare to do anything against our ancestors, nor would he be so heartless as to hurt the patriarch’s body. Who knows, what if it was really done by the people of the Chiyue tribe? Patriarch, I can guarantee with my life that Changqing is not a rebellious person. Please investigate this matter carefully. It’s already bad enough that Changqing can’t cultivate. As his elder brother, I can’t watch him die for no reason. I am willing to bear all his crimes. Please let Changqing go!”
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
Covered in blood and wounds, Feng Yuan knelt in front of Feng Qinglei and the others and kowtowed crazily.
In just a while, his forehead was dripping with blood.
Seeing this, Feng Changqing, who was at the side, was greatly moved.
“Big brother, you…”
Tears welled up in his eyes, and he was extremely touched.
At the same time, a strong sense of guilt surged in his heart.
“Changqing, tell the truth. Where did the body of Patriarch Qingyun go?” Feng Yuan said anxiously.
He was worried that if this continued, Feng Changqing would definitely die.
However, facing Feng Yuan’s extremely sincere gaze, Feng Changqing still insisted on his original excuse.
“Patriarch Qingyun’s corpse has been snatched away by the members of the Chiyue tribe…” He said in a low voice.
He couldn’t say anything about sacrificing the corpse to Dongfang Bubai. If he did, not only would he die, but Feng Yuan would also be implicated.
Therefore, he was prepared to bury this matter forever.
“In any case, I won’t be able to cultivate in this life. I can only be a useless piece of trash. If I have to bear a heinous sin to save the tribe, I have no regrets. Perhaps, this is all I can do in this life,” Feng Changqing murmured in his heart.
He closed his eyes and prepared to face the fate of death.
Humph!
Seeing how stubborn Feng Changqing was, the anger in Feng Zhentian’s chest intensified.
“Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and suppress this bastard Feng Changqing!” He roared.
Hearing this, two soldiers were about to take Feng Changqing away.
“Wait a minute.”
At the critical moment, Feng Qinglci’s voice rang out in the ancestral shrine.
“Patriarch, Feng Changqing has lost the corpse of Patriarch Qing Yun. He has committed a heinous crime…”
“I know. Although Feng Changqing can’t escape the blame for the loss of Patriarch Qingyun’s corpse, let’s spare his life for the time being on account of Feng Yuan’s plea for mercy. However, the death penalty can be avoided, but the punishment can’t. The Tianfeng tribe is still lacking an emissary to patrol River Lethe. Soon, it will be the day when the tribe will offer sacrifices to the River God of River Lethe. In view of Feng Changqing’s crimes and Feng Yuan’s meritorious service in the Tianfeng tribe, I’ll appoint him as the emissary of River Lethe to patrol River Lethe. He will only be released when he finds the corpse of Patriarch Qingyun. Otherwise, he will be the emissary of River Lethe till death,” Feng Qinglei said calmly.
What was that? The emissary of River Lethe?
Hearing this, Feng Yuan’s expression changed drastically. Panic and fear instantly appeared in his eyes.
Although the Tianfeng tribe didn’t have a clear and firm belief in a God, they had a tradition of worshipping the River God of River Lethe. Every decade, the Tianfeng tribe would hold a grand ceremony to worship the River God, praying that the tribe would have good weather and no disasters.
Now, the ten-year deadline was not far away.
Once Feng Changqing was branded as the emissary of River Lethe, he would have to take on the mission of maintaining River Lethe. At that time, he would have to enter River Lethe to clean up the undead corpses that were washed out by the river.
River Lethe contained great terror!
Even if one had the imprint as an emissary of River Lethe and could walk about normally in the river, one would still be corroded by evil energy and vengeful spirits.
Therefore, since ancient times, no emissary of River Lethe of the Tianfeng tribe had lived for more than ten years.
One could imagine that once Feng Changqing became the emissary of River Lethe, he would be eroded by River Lethe and die without a burial place. Especially since he was just a mortal without any cultivation or strength, he would probably die even faster.
Crack…
Feng Yuan clenched his fists tightly at the thought of that scene, and endless pain burst out from his eyes.
Compared to him, Feng Changqing was very calm. A faint smile even appeared on his face.
It seemed that he was not afraid of the punishment of becoming an emissary of River Lethe. Instead, he was very excited.
“Becoming the emissary of River Lethe is good! With the emissary imprint of River Lethe, I can enter River Lethe to collect corpses. There are many corpses of powerhouses there. Legend has it that even Demigods and True Gods were buried there. If I can get the corpses of those powerhouses, then I can use them to invite the heavens’ emissary, Dongfang Bubai, and embark on the path of cultivation. River Lethe might be a nightmare to others, but to me, it’s a great opportunity.”
Feng Changqing mused to himself. A hint of excitement rose in his eyes.
Feng Qinglei and the others did not know what he was thinking.
Looking at his lowered head and silent appearance, everyone thought that he had accepted this reality in despair.
Therefore, they didn’t think of anything else.
“Feng Changqing, I’ll ask you again. Where did the corpse of Patriarch Qingyun go? If you are willing to tell the truth, I promise not to pursue you.”
At this moment, Feng Qinglei came up to him and stared at him.
At the same time, in his hand was an ancient black seal. This was the seal of River Lethe passed down in the tribe.
It was said that it was a divine artifact bestowed to the human world by the River God of River Lethe. It could represent the authority and will of the River God. As long as one was marked by it, they would become the slaves of River Lethe and would have to serve River Lethe for the rest of their lives.
Since ancient times, in the Tianfeng tribe, only those who had committed crimes or grave mistakes would be marked and sacrificed to the River God.
At the same time, the seal of River Lethe also represented death. All the members of the Tianfeng tribe were terrified of it.
However, the current Feng Changqing was an exception.
Despite Feng Qinglci’s repeated reminders, he only shook his head and did not reveal the truth.
Seeing this, Feng Qinglei was also furious.
“Hmph, stubborn! In that case, you shall stay in River Lethe forever!”
After saying that, Feng Qinglei smashed the seal of River Lethe on Feng Changqing’s forehead.
“Ah!”
Accompanied by waves of painful cries, a large amount of blood gushed out from Feng Changqing’s forehead, and his body trembled crazily.
Seeing this, the nearby Feng Yuan could not help but close his eyes.
Ah!
After an unknown amount of time, when Feng Changqing’s painful screams stopped, he had long gone limp on the ground.
His face was deathly pale.
In addition, there was an ancient and mysterious mark on his forehead. At a glance, it seemed to contain endless evil..
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