"He subdued the Mother of Heaven back then, but he had also heard about the Heavenly Mother Banquet Painting and had other plans. He said he had a method to resolve the matter and told the Wang Family to put him inside a coffin. Within ten days, he would settle everything.
"That was the earliest prototype of the Yellow River Secret Chamber. But clearly, something went wrong with this Daoist's methods."
The Old Sheepskin Boatman looked at this "Mother of Heaven" and said, "He became another 'Mother of Heaven.'"
"Another one who was too clever for his own good."
Lin Feng stroked his arm and abruptly asked, "If I turn my arm into a sword, does that count as leaking my aura?"
"No," the Old Sheepskin Boatman said.
As Lin Feng stroked his arm, it transformed into a sharp sword right before the Old Sheepskin Boatman's eyes.
At the sight, the Old Sheepskin Boatman's smile grew even wider.
Lin Feng could not be bothered to explain.
He looked at the ritual master slowly approaching them and said, "This ritual master really botched the job. How did he leave such a glaring flaw?
"If he didn't look so miserable, I'd suspect he wanted to become like this."
Lin Feng stared at the "ritual master." After merging with the Mother of Heaven, the man was in a state of decay, though he had not completely rotted away. Clearly, the great families had not been entirely unprepared.
Many means of suppression were visible on his body.
The Shangqing School had sent people back then as well. His body bore many of its talismanic seals and traces left by its Daoist arts.
There were also Buddhist traces—the monk's staff in his hand, for instance, was probably taken from a monk he had beaten to