Blood dripped everywhere, and great quantities of foul blood seeped into the soil. The headless Bodhisattva lay on the ground.
Fifth Uncle's expression was cold.
The two of them had just joined forces to kill one of their companions without so much as a change of expression.
"I told you, I once cursed nobles to death."
The Immortal Embryo spoke.
Fifth Uncle's expression remained unchanged, the contempt in his eyes perfectly concealed.
When he realized the Immortal Embryo kept repeating the same claim about having cursed nobles to death, he knew.
Nothing new left to offer.
Lost in past glories.
Dry bones in a grave.
"Who did you curse to death?"
Fifth Uncle began a sacrifice to the longevity tree.
He splashed foul blood over the soil again and again.
He muttered under his breath.
The Immortal Embryo watched this man who was about to die.
At last, he revealed the achievement he took the greatest pride in.
"I once cursed two generations of Marquis Champions to death."
Fifth Uncle's movements faltered.
Two generations of Marquis Champions.
If it really was two generations of Marquis Champions...
It could only mean the father and son who held that title during the Han Dynasty.
The young general, Huo Qubing.
Huo Shan, who had died suddenly for no apparent reason.
Their deaths had both been straightforward.
Sudden death.
One, after campaigning in Mobei.
A sudden illness.
The other had died suddenly after inheriting the title.
Liu Che was unlikely to have done it.
If Emperor Wu of Han had raised Huo Qubing as another version of himself, investing in him his own dream of becoming a great general who fought on the battlefield...
Then personally looking after Huo Qubing's son had been like raising his own son.
He had wanted to cultivate a