TGCFNM -Chapter 275 The Divine Temple

Chu Ling suddenly turned to Gui Wushuang and shouted, “Get away from Bai Zhuoxing! Quickly!”

Gui Wushuang stood there like a puppet with its strings cut, as if all strength had left his body. He didn’t move at all, as though he hadn’t even heard Chu Ling’s warning.

Yuan Luo immediately rushed forward, but Bai Zhuoxing was a step faster and grabbed Gui Wushuang’s hand. Narrowing his eyes, he asked, “What are you trying to do?”

Yuan Luo drew his sword and pointed it straight at Bai Zhuoxing. “Let him go!”

Bai Zhuoxing gave a mocking smile.

At that moment, Gui Wushuang suddenly raised his hand. His fingers curved into claws and slashed out. A shadow flashed past—Bai Zhuoxing’s face instantly bore three bloody gashes. Beads of blood seeped out, carrying a faint fishy scent.

Bai Zhuoxing’s eyes hardened as he wiped the blood from his face.

Gui Wushuang looked at him coldly. “I am not your vessel!” With that, he launched himself at Bai Zhuoxing, and the two began to fight.

Over on the other side, Xie Yubai and the old man exchanged a glance before attacking at the same time.

Yuan Luo shouted loudly and led his sect disciples into battle against Bai Zhuoxing’s men.

Chu Ling said in a low voice, “Master Wan, grab the Divine Water. Show no mercy.”

Wan Sanjin drew the large blade from his waist and rushed forward to help.

Chu Ling and Bai Su also charged into the crowd, specifically targeting those who, driven by greed, had sided with Bai Zhuoxing. When Chu Ling didn’t have time to strike, Bai Su would seize her other hand—the one gripping the dagger—and drive it straight down.

Chu Ling and Wan Sanjin worked in perfect coordination. The Divine Water they seized was first stuffed into their sleeves. Then, when the opportunity arose, they would take it out and toss the purses into the lidless coffin.

Just as Chu Ling had nearly collected enough, Bai Su suddenly grabbed her and swiftly retreated, narrowly dodging a silver needle.

Bai Zhuoxing narrowed his eyes at her. “How did you dodge that?”

“If even I, with my poor skills, can dodge it, what does that prove?” Chu Ling shot a silver needle back at him. “It proves you’re old and useless!” At the same time, she avoided his gaze.

She knew her own limits well. A direct confrontation was impossible—she could only rely on tricks.

And the only trick she had was the poison Su He had prepared for her.

Bai Zhuoxing suddenly forced everyone back, rolled up his sleeve to reveal a pale arm, and slapped it lightly. His veins bulged, and something like a worm slowly wriggled along the vein until it reached his palm.

Bai Zhuoxing smiled at Gui Wushuang, allowing the gu worm in his palm to bite him and drink his blood.

Xie Yubai’s expression changed. His instincts told him something was very wrong.

“Everyone, attack! Don’t give him the chance!” Xie Yubai shouted.

At that moment, the blood-red gu worm in Bai Zhuoxing’s palm arched its body toward Gui Wushuang. Then, before the horrified eyes of the crowd, Gui Wushuang suddenly clutched his head in agony. Thin, dark red veins crawled across his face and arms. He collapsed to the ground, rolling and howling in unbearable pain.

Seizing the moment, Chu Ling shouted, “So this is what ‘eternal life’ means—becoming his slave! Half-dead like a walking corpse, unable even to die! You can only obey his orders. With just a single worm, he can force you to your knees, unable to resist!”

Bai Zhuoxing shot Chu Ling a venomous glare.

Chu Ling pulled the hairpin from her head and faced the crowd. “This is the key to the Wu Clan’s Divine Temple—and I’m willing to share it with everyone. As long as we work together to kill Bai Zhuoxing, we can open the treasury, take what we want, and leave the mountain. Would anyone truly choose to become a worm’s slave?”

The people around Bai Zhuoxing began to waver—then switched sides altogether.

Yuan Luo, his hair disheveled, let out a breath of relief, his eyes fixed tensely on Bai Zhuoxing as he waited for the right moment to rescue Gui Wushuang.

Chu Ling looked at Bai Zhuoxing once more and shouted, “Don’t let him kill Gui Wushuang! If he takes back the Blood Gu from him, then no one will be able to stop him again!”

Seizing the opportunity, Xie Yubai shouted loudly, “Quick! Kill him!”

The crowd surged forward, charging at Bai Zhuoxing.

Chu Ling deliberately called out, “I’ll drag the coffin to open the doors of the Divine Temple first. I swear I won’t take a single thing—you all hurry over!” With that, she grabbed Wan Sanjin, and the two of them hauled the coffin forward, following Ling Da deeper inside.

While leading the way, Ling Da asked nervously, “Snow Ghost, what are you planning to do?”

“Leave the final trap,” Chu Ling replied in a low voice. “If they still can’t kill Bai Zhuoxing even working together, then we’ll lure him into the Divine Temple and sink down together with him.”

At that moment, the ground suddenly trembled.

Chu Ling’s expression changed. “Master Wan! Hurry up! This place is about to sink!”

Wan Sanjin did not doubt her and immediately nodded.

The two quickened their pace, dragging the coffin inward. The deeper they went, the colder it became. The ground beneath their feet began to feel like solid ice, though the coffin somehow grew easier to pull.

Ling Da looked at Chu Ling’s hands—rubbed raw and bleeding—and almost burst into tears. “I’m sorry. This is my fault.”

Ghost Scholar said softly, “She’s sending you to reunite with your clansmen. So why not tell us—how much farther?”

Ling Da answered at once, “We’re almost there. At the very end.”

Gritting her teeth, Chu Ling muttered, “Master Wan, we’re nearly there. Just ahead.”

Wan Sanjin’s ears twitched. “My lord, there are sounds behind us. They’re coming.”

Chu Ling gave a quiet hum. “No matter. The Divine Temple only opens for a short time anyway. It’s perfect that they arrive now.”

This time, greed would cost them their lives.

“Hu—” With a heavy breath, Chu Ling finally reached the spot. She released the rope and stepped forward, feeling along the wall. When her hand found a raised protrusion, she pressed inward.

A recessed lock mechanism appeared.

Chu Ling pried open the bloodstone and placed it into the indentation.

With a deep, resounding boom, an enormous stone door slowly slid aside—inch by inch—like something revealing its form to people a hundred years in the future.

Chu Ling stepped back and, together with Wan Sanjin, shoved the coffin forcefully into the Divine Temple.

At the same time, Bai Zhuoxing and the others appeared at the passage entrance. All of them, swords and blades raised, charged toward the temple.

Chu Ling pulled Wan Sanjin inside in one swift motion, then used the coffin as a barrier and moved aside.

Looking at the plain hairpin in her hand, Chu Ling steeled herself. She took out the poison Su He had prepared in advance and dipped the hairpin into it.

Wan Sanjin stared at the sight before him in shock, almost dazed. “So much gold and gemstones? The treasures we saw earlier don’t even compare.”

Chu Ling’s expression darkened slightly. “This isn’t a Divine Temple at all. It’s clearly the treasure vault of the Witch God.”

Gold and gems lay scattered everywhere, piled as high as small hills. Transparent objects resembling animal skeletons were casually displayed like collectibles. There were python-patterned snake skins, animal furs, dried substances that looked like medicinal herbs, and countless other items placed at random…

Generation after generation of Witch Gods had plundered who knew how many treasures, all stored here.

And all of it was meant to worship a so-called god that did not even exist.

The instant Bai Zhuoxing and the others rushed into the Divine Temple and froze in astonishment—

The ground trembled once more.