Chapter 189: The Terrifying Undertaker, Scaring Qian Baoer Silly
Chapter 189 – The Terrifying Undertaker, Scaring Qian Baoer Silly
A tremor of anxiety and fear laced Qian Baoer’s voice, as if the object before her were some Peerless, apocalyptic terror.
“You recognize this?” Chen Changsheng asked instinctively, noting her pale, terror-struck face.
Qian Baoer swallowed hard, her voice trembling.
“I do not recognize the object itself. To be precise… I have heard the name carved upon it.”
“The Undertaker!”
“It is a forbidden name. His very presence signifies profound disaster and omen.”
“Records of this existence are vanishingly rare. I once investigated out of curiosity, only to discover that someone has been deliberately erasing his history from the world.”
Faced with her visceral dread, the rest of the group exhibited vastly different reactions.
Chen Shisan remained utterly placid, a hint of genuine bewilderment in his eyes.
As a complete novice to the cultivation world, it was impossible for him to comprehend the weight of “The Undertaker.”
In stark contrast, Tian Xuan’s expression plummeted into extreme solemnity.
Though he knew Chen Changsheng possessed an unfathomable background, suddenly crossing paths with a terrifying legend like The Undertaker left a lingering unease in his heart.
Sweeping his gaze over the trio, Chen Changsheng spoke with a tone of deep amusement.
“I have heard a few scattered rumors regarding this Undertaker myself, but the tales were incomplete. Why don’t you enlighten me?”
Tian Xuan hesitated for a moment before answering the request.
“I know little of the actual legends. Most of my knowledge comes from the whispered warnings of my clan’s elders.”
“According to them, there has always been a shadowy figure walking this world known as ‘The Undertaker.’”
“No one knows his true age, his race, or even his gender.”
“The only certainty is this: whenever a Peerless genius is fated to Perish, The Undertaker will manifest.”
“Or rather, the mere appearance of The Undertaker is an absolute decree that a heaven-defying talent must fall.”
Chen Changsheng nodded thoughtfully. “It sounds quite intimidating. However, these are merely hearsay. Without tangible proof, such rumors lack weight.”
“Baoer, you speak. It seems you know a bit more substance.”
His calm voice yanked Qian Baoer back from the brink of panic.
She darted paranoid glances at the surrounding shadows and whispered, “Sir, perhaps we should leave this place before discussing it further?”
“That name is an absolute taboo!”
As she spoke, she unconsciously circulated her spiritual essence, terrified that some primordial horror would lunge from the darkness at any second.
Seeing her reaction, Chen Changsheng let out a wide grin. “Speak your mind right here. Be bold.”
“No matter what you reveal, I, Chen Changsheng, guarantee your safety. The Undertaker will absolutely not lay a finger on you.”
Seeing him thump his chest with such absolute certainty, and recalling the immense reverence her father held for him, Qian Baoer finally relented.
“Our Wan Tong Chamber of Commerce once expended vast resources to investigate these legends.”
“There is a supreme secret that only the absolute highest echelons of Wan Tong are qualified to access.”
“Roughly two hundred years ago, The Undertaker surfaced once more.”
Chen Changsheng’s eyes narrowed a fraction, though his face quickly smoothed back into placid calm.
“I see. Does this recent appearance hold any special significance?”
“His manifestation itself was standard, but the identities of the ones he buried carry apocalyptic implications.”
“Sir, do you know who The Undertaker laid to rest that time?”
“Enlighten me.”
Encouraged by his response, Qian Baoer’s words flowed faster.
“This will undoubtedly shock you. The Undertaker buried none other than the Invincible Daoist of the Shangqing Temple and the Silver Moon Wolf Emperor of the Night Moon Country.”
Even Tian Xuan, the young leader of the Xuan Bird clan, was jolted by the revelation.
“You cannot be serious. The Invincible Daoist and the Silver Moon Wolf Emperor successfully achieved Ascension alongside the Desolate Heavenly Emperor!”
“For millennia, countless cultivators have scoured the earth for the secrets of Ascension, yet failed to grasp the method.”
“Why would their graves suddenly appear here?”
“I would like to know that myself, but we simply do not have the answers.”
“Whether The Undertaker departed alongside the Desolate Heavenly Emperor or lingered behind, his existence proves he possesses the ultimate secrets of Ascension.”
“Furthermore, why did two supreme experts who supposedly ascended suddenly Perish? I fear only The Undertaker can answer these questions.”
“An entity harboring such taboo knowledge is absolutely not an existence we can afford to provoke!”
Listening to their frantic exchange, Chen Changsheng silently continued to shovel the weeds away from the dirt mound, his tone entirely casual.
“Baoer, after Wan Tong uncovered traces of The Undertaker, did you not dig up the grave to verify its authenticity?”
“Sir, please do not jest! Leaving aside the fact that Wan Tong could never afford to provoke The Undertaker…”
“Do you truly think we would dare commit an act as morally bankrupt as grave robbing?”
“The moment we discovered that clue, we proactively scrubbed away all traces to bury the truth!”
“That is good. Very good.”
Chen Changsheng muttered under his breath, lowering his gaze to the weathered stone tablet resting on the earth.
At that exact moment, Tian Xuan snapped out of his shock regarding The Undertaker, a new line of questioning forming in his mind.
After all, Chen Changsheng was highly likely the elusive teacher mentioned in the legends of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor.
Even if he was not the teacher, their relationship was undeniably intimate.
When the Desolate Heavenly Emperor shattered the void to achieve Ascension, Chen Changsheng had likely stood at his side.
He undoubtedly knew the hidden truths behind the deaths of the Invincible Daoist and the Silver Moon Wolf Emperor.
Or perhaps… he knew the true identity of The Undertaker.
However, the instant Tian Xuan’s gaze shifted back to Chen Changsheng, his mind underwent a violent, terrifying explosion of clarity.
Chen Changsheng was silently gazing down at the tombstone. The profound melancholy in his eyes… it was the exact look of a man mourning an old friend.
That single, silent gesture violently connected a series of overlooked details in Tian Xuan’s mind.
Chen Changsheng hailed from the same era as the Desolate Heavenly Emperor. Naturally, he was a peer of the Silver Moon Wolf Emperor and the Invincible Daoist.
The Emperor had supposedly led them all into Ascension. Yet, apart from Chen Changsheng—who was still walking the earth—and the graves erected by The Undertaker, no one else had ever returned from the Path of Ascension.
In that blinding flash of deduction, Tian Xuan arrived at a terrifyingly logical, yet utterly absurd conclusion.
Chen Changsheng and the legendary Undertaker… were the exact same person.
Gulp!
Tian Xuan swallowed convulsively, his voice shaking. “Sir… do you know The Undertaker?”
“I do. In fact, we are quite intimately acquainted.”
“Furthermore, he is not nearly as terrifying as the rumors suggest. He is simply a man who wishes to see his old friends laid to rest in their native soil. He is no symbol of death.”
Appalled by his casual dismissal, Qian Baoer immediately prepared to list her gathered intelligence to prove just how terrifying The Undertaker truly was.
Before the words could leave her mouth, Chen Changsheng cut her off.
“Enough. We can dissect the rumors of The Undertaker later.”
“For now, help me unearth this coffin. The years are long, and the rivers and mountains have shifted. I nearly lost track of what I buried here all those years ago.”
“Oh, and do not disturb the graves of the Invincible Daoist and the Silver Moon Wolf Emperor. I went through immense trouble to locate such a prime feng shui treasure land.”
Qian Baoer: “…”
The sheer volume of information is too massive. Let me process this.
No wonder the back of my neck felt so icy just now! We’re actively digging up a taboo grave!
Heavens above… if Wan Tong had actually dared to excavate the graves of the Invincible Daoist and the Silver Moon Wolf Emperor, I would probably be buried in one right now!