Gruesome

On the mountain path of the Yinling Sect, Su Yu cast another Wood Dragon Technique, and everyone rode on it. Hermione and Ka-jie used Muggle-Repelling Charm to prevent any villagers going up the mountain from accidentally seeing them, while Malfoy and the others used Mending Charm to restore the road and forest damaged by the Wood Dragon to their original state.

"This is too much trouble."

Malfoy was speechless. Climbing mountains is fine, but girls are such a hassle. He'd used the Reparo countless times along the way.

"Then go down and carry Pansy on your back."

Blaise said breathlessly, stubbornly refusing to believe it, and carried Callis on his back for a while. This silly girl was so heavy, it almost killed him.

Malfoy glanced at Blaise's miserable state, pursed his lips, and thought, "Well, it's better this way. To be honest, Pansy wasn't exactly light either..."

"Draco! What kind of look is that?! I've taken care of you the whole way, and you dare to complain about me?"

Malfoy finally behaved himself; he deserved to be taught a lesson.

The Kurama jumped around on the Wood Dragon, shaking the longevity lock around his neck, which jingled happily.

However, the further they went, the more terrifying the atmosphere became. Wooden coffins were placed on both sides of the road, and some were even hanging on the cliffs, intertwined with countless red threads. Many copper bells were tied to the red threads. The earthquake caused by the Wood Dragon made all the copper bells ring incessantly. Malfoy shrank his neck and automatically leaned into Pansy's arms.

With no other option, Su Yu had to retreat to the Wood Dragon. The road ahead was getting narrower and narrower, and with so many coffins, Su Yu was afraid that he would crush all the ancestors of the people in the mountain before he even entered the gate.

Su Yu looked up and saw no birds or insects chirping in the mountain valley. It was deathly silent all around, and a heavy, cold mist clung to the rocks, spreading all the way to the gate of the Yinling Sect.

Two imposing, heavy Black Iron gates stood at the edge of the cliff. The gates were covered with rust and twisted, entwined soul-guiding patterns, with a layer of dark brown old marks between the gaps in the patterns.

Above the lintel hangs a row of bronze bells of varying sizes, covered in dark blue patina, with their openings facing the mountain path.

Even though there was no wind at all, the copper bells would occasionally vibrate slightly on their own.

Ding... Dong...

A faint, chilling bell rang out intermittently, as if it were piercing to the bone.

On either side of the mountain gate stood two faceless stone statues, their eyes hollowed out in deep pits. Their bodies were covered with withered, blackened vines, and no grass could grow in the cracks of the stone slabs on the ground, only scattered pieces of withered yellow paper money.

The giant gate was not completely closed in the center, leaving a narrow, dark slit from which a chilling aura emanated, and looking inside revealed a bottomless darkness.

As the crowd stood beneath the mountain gate, besides the ringing of the bell, they could almost hear the faint, muffled wails of countless departed souls emanating from the depths of the crack in the gate.

"Oh no! Something's happened to the Yinling Sect?"

Zhang Qinwan looked at the silent, deserted mountain gate and the half-open giant door, wanting to rush over to see what had happened, but Su Yu stopped her, opened his Tenseigan, and scanned the area.

"There are no survivors inside..."

"What?"

Goyle and Crabbe stepped forward and pushed open the two heavy, Black Iron gates. The scene that greeted everyone completely stunned them.

Phoebe was the first to lose control, quickly backing away and leaning against the stone statue at the door to vomit. Then Ginny, Neville, Cho Chang, and the others all started feeling nauseous and rushed out to S.P.E.W. just like Phoebe.

The moment Su Yu stepped through the mountain gate, a strong stench of blood assaulted his senses, making it difficult to breathe.

There was no sign of life in the courtyard. Corpses lay scattered everywhere, and blood soaked through the bluestone tiles, flowing down the grooves of the stone slabs and forming dark red pools of blood.

Broken weapons and torn clothing were scattered everywhere. Large patches of blackened bloodstains were splattered on the beams and walls, and some places still bore the charred and damaged marks left by magical attacks.

Passing through the chaotic front yard, the main hall's gate was broken and crooked. Inside the hall, the corpse of Wu, the head of the Yinling Sect, knelt heavily beneath the high platform of the main hall, his body falling forward. A hideous and horrifying wound pierced through his back, and his once-tragic Daoist robe was soaked in blood, with large patches of dark red congealed on the fabric.

He still clutched the broken claw tightly in his hand, his fingers stiff from the excessive force. His head was tilted slightly to one side, his eyes wide open, filled with the resentment and grief of his dying moments.

The offering table on the high platform shattered and collapsed, the memorial tablets were smashed into Diffindo, and blood flowed down the steps, mingling with the bloodstains in the courtyard.

The houses where the Yinling Sect disciples used to live were wide open, tables and chairs were overturned and broken, window frames were broken, and fallen disciples could be seen everywhere on the ground.

Many of the corpses were in contorted positions, showing that they had fought back fiercely before they died. The incense burner in the courtyard was overturned, and the incense ash mixed with blood was tangled up in a mess.

A chilling wind swept through the corridor, swirling up tattered pieces of cloth on the ground. Silence reigned, broken only by the low whistling of the wind whistling through the broken beams. The air was thick with the lingering stench of blood, mixed with the smoke of gunpowder and the faint smell of decaying corpses. The entire mountain gate was a scene of devastation, a gruesome aftermath of battle.

The group stood frozen in place, staring at the horrifying scene before them at the entrance to the dilapidated palace.

The strong stench of blood filled my nostrils, and the sight of corpses and blood everywhere assaulted my eyes, making my heart feel as if a huge boulder was pressing down on it.

The words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat; he opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

No one spoke; even their breathing was unconsciously slowed to a whisper, leaving only heavy, suppressed gasps and a bone-chilling cold that enveloped everyone's hearts.

"Chief... Chief? This..."

Malfoy clicked his tongue, thinking for a long time, but still couldn't think of anything to say.

"Quickly notify the training branch here. This is beyond our control; the matter is far too serious."

Su Yu tugged at Zhang Qinwan, who was still standing there in a daze, and whispered something.

Yes... yes...

Zhang Qinwan also came to her senses, took out the communicator from her storage bag, and walked to the side to contact the outside world. This kind of thing had never happened since the founding of the country. You have to know that Yinling Sect is not a small sect. It has countless disciples who walk corpses. As the only corpse-driving sect in East University, it has been passed down for a hundred years. Although it cannot compare with famous sects, it is not something that can be wiped out so easily.

The cultivation world at East University is about to change...

Who's there?

Kurama's Malice Perception suddenly detected a powerful malice flash by, and he immediately crawled on all fours, baring his teeth at the spot where the malice had just passed.

"Isolde, Ka-jie, Malfoy, and Pansy, you few come with me to see what's going on. The rest of you stay here to protect Aunt Zhang and wait for the Cultivation Bureau to handle it."

"Yes!"