Celebration
As they crossed the bright red threshold, the air around them seemed to freeze for an instant.
The farther away those resentful energies were, the more clearly they could be seen, like a thick fog. Once you were surrounded by them, you were more likely to overlook them.
Yu Xing felt it the moment he stepped inside. If cultivators, practitioners of dark arts, and those naturally connected to filth could see these energies more clearly as their abilities grew, then Yu Xing had already reached the pinnacle. He could make out every wisp of resentment with perfect clarity.
The sky overhead had been stained a gloomy color by the howling resentment. Yet, strangely, the plants inside Feng Manor were lush and full of life. The air was even fresh.
The entrance opened onto an empty courtyard. A stone screen was carved into the wall facing the gate. Bamboo grew on one side, while a display rack stood on the other, bearing several oddly shaped objects. A faint trace of resentment and ghostly energy lingered around each one.
The auras were weak, though. Yu Xing thought they were inferior even to the items offered by the Deduction System's shop, let alone the sacrifices.
A servant assigned to receive guests waited in front of the screen. He wore a gray-black uniform. When the guests arrived, he said nothing and showed no expression. He bowed slightly, raised one hand to signal that they should follow, and led them through a covered passage toward the main courtyard.
His cold demeanor stood in sharp contrast to the steward outside.
Zhao Yijiu was closest to the servant. He gave him a discreet once-over, then reached a conclusion: the servant wasn't alive.
Or, rather, he wasn't human.
At the back of the servant's neck was a