Unlucky Crown Prince

"Dig and dig and dig with a little hoe, what kind of corpse do you plant, what kind of flower will bloom~ Dig and dig and dig in the big garden, plant cold corpses, and bloom bright flowers."

Under the moonlight, Xu Qing hummed a cheerful little tune, a small hoe in his hand, digging a big pit.

In this day and age, there are all sorts of demon-ghosts and monsters. If you're a bit unlucky when you go out at night, you might just disappear!

Just like these Heavenly Cult demonic cultivators spreading flyers and subversive propaganda right in front of him, they've been busy with murder and robbery at night.

If they encounter a slightly confused commoner, they'll give them a flyer, perhaps a bit of pocket money, and then praise their Heavenly Holy Lord, saying how benevolent he is, not only collecting no heavy taxes but also giving them change to spend.

Unlike the eighty-year-old man currently on the dragon throne, who can fall seven or eight times just trying to get down the stairs without help, and even struggles to pee. But their Heavenly Holy Lord is not only young and strong, but also has a firm back, able to pee several yards far. Clearly, he's the kind of person capable of ruling the world!

Blah blah blah, the main point is to bewilder the masses and incite public sentiment.

But if they encounter someone who's only half-confused, and you refuse the flyer, giving them a cold shoulder and saying, "You're all heretics and deceivers, I don't believe you, I want positive energy, I'm going to report you!"

When this happens, the Heavenly Cult members usually kill but don't bury. After they kill you, they'll ransack everything valuable on you or in your home, and then give a small portion to the people who believe in them. With this give and take, they believe that one day, the people of Great Yong will be shaped in the image of the Heavenly Cult.

Xu Qing doesn't care about any of that. Whether you're the eighty-year-old man on the throne or the young man in his twenties leading a rebel team, if you dare to come to his doorstep, he dares to bury you!

The common folk indulge you, but he won't!

After tamping down the soil in the yard, Xu Qing straightened up, like an old farmer who had just finished weeding and fertilizing, his face full of anticipation for a good harvest.

Before burying the bodies, he casually performed a ritual to send off these few unlucky youngsters. The rewards were mediocre, mostly Great Strength Pills, Disease Removal Talismans, and dog-skin plasters. For example, burning a Disease Removal Talisman and mixing the ashes with water to drink was a common method used by the Heavenly Cult to deceive the masses.

Whether their talisman water actually worked, he didn't know. But the talisman medicinal water produced by the Duren Sutra was truly effective.

Not to mention far away, after Xu Qing took one Great Strength Pill, the entire zombie perked up. He felt that if he had had this thing back at the Corpse Laborer Mill, not only could he have pulled the millstone, but he could have pulled a plow meant for oxen and tilled a hundred mu of land without even breaking a sweat!

It's just that the strength came fast and went fast. In just an hour and a half, Xu Qing felt most of the added strength dissipate.

Fortunately, he still had some Great Strength Pills left. If he needed them someday, perhaps they could be used.

As for the Disease Removal Talismans and dog-skin plasters, these two items were completely useless to Xu Qing.

What kind of illness could a zombie get?

Putting aside these useless items, Xu Qing was more interested in the information that this wiped-out squad knew.

It's true that the Heavenly Cult's "propaganda department" knew a lot of inside information.

Previously, Xu Qing had only a vague understanding of this cult, and the outside explanations varied. Some said it was founded by remnants of the previous dynasty to restore their kingdom.

Others said that the Heavenly Holy Lord, following the decree of the Heavenly Emperor, descended to the mortal realm to save the common people and find a new emperor to rule the land.

In any case, regardless of the initial pretext, it always led back to the topic of rebellion.

Now, after seeing the fleeting thoughts of a few Heavenly Cult disciples, Xu Qing had a clearer understanding of them.

The Heavenly Cult believed in their successive Holy Lords, proclaiming them to be Maitreya reborn and Acala descended into the world. Their disciples were divided into four ranks: 'Sheng, Miao, Luo, Jue'.

This branch in Linhe was originally managed by a Miao-generation Incense Master. Recently, due to the arrival of the White Luo Guardian from the Five Luo Guardians, it was promoted to a Luo-character incense branch.

Before the White Luo Guardian arrived, the followers in Linhe Fang, to avoid government pursuit, often gathered by burning incense, meeting at night and dispersing at dawn, living like rats in dark alleys, constantly in fear.

Once the White Luo arrived, they changed their operational model and became "bold and reckless."

First, in a short period, they took control of the Jinmen Gang's affairs, and then began plotting to seize control of the underground of Jinmen Prefecture City and Linhe.

Are you saying they've changed their ways and are preparing to become the big bosses of Jinmen?

No, they are doing all this for one purpose – to assassinate the Young Dragon.

Only the small leader who distributed flyers knew about this plan, and he accidentally overheard the White Luo Guardian mention it. As for who exactly the "Young Dragon" referred to, it wasn't explicitly stated.

Xu Qing leaned on his hoe, standing under the moonlight, pondering. He thought that assassinating the Young Dragon definitely had nothing to do with Emperor Longping. That old dragon was eighty years old and could barely get on his bed, so why would he come to Jinmen territory for them to assassinate him?

After much thought, only the current Crown Prince, who was inspecting Jinmen, fit the description of the Young Dragon.

However, this Crown Prince was said to be over sixty years old. Such an elderly Young Dragon, and you still want to assassinate him, it's a bit inhumane!

If you just waited a few more years, he might not even outlive his father. Besides, a person who has endured hardship in the position of Crown Prince for sixty years is just waiting for the day he can inherit the throne and be emperor for a day.

If you really killed him, he'd probably be crying all the way to reincarnation.

What a pitiful person!

Xu Qing felt he couldn't do such a thing. This Heavenly Cult was too wicked!

But none of this had anything to do with him.

He was just a diligent old farmer. When he had nothing else to do, he could collect and bury corpses, dig soil, and fill pits. As for the chaos of the Heavenly Cult, the incompetence of the Great Yong Emperor, or the heated battles at the border, they had nothing to do with him, a humble commoner.

After finishing tamping the ground, Xu Qing shouldered his hoe, one hand on his hip, looking no less imposing than an emperor.

At least in this small patch of land, he had the final say.

Xu Qing roughly estimated that there were already about twenty corpses buried in the yard, just two or three more to make it a full count.

"Kun represents earth, earth represents yin. The Feng Shui in the southwest still needs work. It's a pity I didn't get a female corpse. Without the Earth Mother to anchor it, the formation in my yard would be complete!"

Xu Qing arranged the Feng Shui of the Yang House according to the principles of grave placement in the Arts of Civil and Martial Geomancy. He used the formation to gather and contain the malevolent energy, preventing it from leaking out. Now, with nearly thirty corpses buried in the yard, the internal energy field of the entire residence had undergone a drastic change.

If it was originally a haunted mansion, then now it was a mass grave within a haunted mansion, and furthermore, it was a formation within a formation, constantly using the yin energy of the haunted house to cultivate corpse energy.

This was also why Xu Qing chose to stay overnight in the new house instead of returning to the Corpse Driver's Shop to cultivate.

Zombies are also corpses, and with such an excellent place to nurture corpses, he naturally wouldn't let it go to waste.

The moon was high in the sky, and the surrounding corpses gathered malevolent energy. Xu Qing sat calmly in the center, a faint fluorescence appearing on his body as he absorbed the essence of the moonlight.