Chapter 6: The First Offspring
“You’re courting death!”
As the words fell, the eyes of the Wild Boar Cavalry flared with rage, emitting low and muffled growls.
Just a mere southern barbarian, yet he dared to jab at their sore spot to their faces.
Even after the mutation, this was still the greatest disgrace of the Corpse-Dissolution Court!
Crack crack crack!
The coffin lid continued to open, a terrifying aura spreading out, completely igniting the panic of the Wild Boar Cavalry, their severed hooves subconsciously retreating.
“This guy must be a fangshi who sacrifices his life for power—don’t let whatever’s inside come out, or we’re all dead!”
One of the Wild Boar Cavalry roared, rallying the morale of his comrades.
At the same time, six severed-hoofed warriors stomped the ground hard, shattering the bluestone floor beneath them, and shot forward like cannonballs, taking the lead!
However, their target was not the mysterious coffin, but Jiang Yan.
Capture the king to capture the bandits!
Even though they didn’t know how a mere mortal could summon such bizarre powers, the cost had to be great.
As long as they killed him, the problem would be solved.
“Wengban, zabeyrozha, niyehalinisa… Vajravārāhī, bless my body!”
It formed a seal with its left hand and chanted obscure scripture, its massive body swelling by another third.
Its flabby flesh was pushed up, turning into knotted muscle.
The filthy grease on its skin solidified and emitted a faint tainted golden glow.
A continuous stream of power surged from within its body, and it swung its broadsword with its right hand, whipping up a raging wind as it slashed toward Jiang Yan’s head.
The Wild Boar Cavalry’s gaze was ruthless.
It had killed fangshi before—they all shared one trait.
Despite their bizarre spells, their physical bodies were extremely fragile.
Once you got close, they were nothing but lambs to the slaughter.
“Die!”
With a roar, two more Wild Boar Cavalry charged in from the sides, also using Vajravārāhī’s blessing.
They formed a strangling formation, their momentum overwhelming, like war chariots rolling forward to crush any living being in their way.
The remaining six Wild Boar Cavalry suddenly leapt up, intending to press down the floating coffin lid to prevent whatever was inside from escaping.
Cooperation… Suppression… Beheading…
They demonstrated the elite prowess expected of cavalry at the peak of the cold weapon era in the Great Qing.
After all, back then, the Great Qing had seized the country from the Ming with the power of the Eight Banners cavalry.
Yet just as the six Wild Boar Cavalry neared the coffin and were about to form seals—
They saw a pair of crimson eyes appear on the coffin’s side, with mysterious blood-red runes swirling in the depths of the pupils.
“Those who see Coffin Grandpa… strike it rich!”
As the words dropped, an invisible wave of fear washed over them like a tide, instantly striking the six Wild Boar Cavalry.
In that moment, they saw an endless cemetery spread out before them.
The terror of death enveloped their hearts, causing a brief lapse in focus.
“Not good, it’s an illusion!”
Fortunately, they were experienced in battle.
With just one breath, they stabilized their minds and quickly retreated, trying to put distance between them and the coffin.
But…
Too late!
Whoosh!
No one knew when the coffin lid had been flipped and thrown toward them.
It exploded mid-air, turning into countless howling bone spikes.
At the same time, blood gathered inside the coffin, transforming into a mass of blood threads that swept out.
“Damn!”
Because all six Wild Boar Cavalry had been focused on the inside of the coffin—and momentarily dazed—they didn’t have time to form seals.
They could only rely on their powerful combat instincts to raise their broadswords and block some of the bone spikes.
But there were simply too many spikes, and they erupted from too close.
They deliberately aimed for the eyes, necks, and other vital spots not protected by armor.
Struck by intense pain, they couldn’t maintain focus.
They were quickly pierced through the heart and skull by the ensuing blood threads and lost all signs of life.
There was nothing inside the coffin—the real danger was the coffin itself!
After finishing all this, the blood crystal coffin shouted:
“Master, task complete!”
“Very good!”
Seeing this scene, Jiang Yan loosened his clenched fist, the weight in his heart lifted.
It was done!
Since his spiritual essence had been chosen by the River of History, and his blood was capable of awakening the Large Rat Guard, then after accepting the Dust of History and awakening his talent, he himself should also be considered transcendent material.
So, using part of his own flesh and bones, wisdom teeth, appendix, and other useless organs—without harming his life—he essentially hollowed out half of himself to give birth to his first offspring.
[Spirit of the Burial Coffin]
[Level: Transcendent - Initial Stage]
[Quality: Excellent (Common, Excellent, Perfect, Epic, Legendary, Mythical)]
[Description: Birthed from the blood and bones sacrificed by the master of the Dark God Embryo, it harbors an intense desire to survive and to kill, ultimately taking the form of a coffin to bury all enemies that threaten its master's life.]
[Skills: Blood Coffin Curse Threads (can manipulate its own blood into different attack forms with high destructive power, capable of corroding flesh on contact.)
Eyes of the Coffin Spirit (as a bearer of death, it naturally intimidates living beings; eye contact inflicts a mental judgment—the stronger the will, the less the effect; doubled effect on undead creatures.)
White Bone Spikes (can condense bone spikes for powerful attacks; after use, requires time to reform; consuming bones shortens the formation time.)
Strike It Rich Upon Seeing the Coffin (can bury defeated lifeforms within the coffin, digesting their life essence to enhance the coffin's quality, with a very small chance to nurture a special underworld treasure.)]
[Succeed… or die!]
Once there was Zuo Zongtang marching to war with a coffin on his back—now there was Jiang Yan forging a coffin to face great enemies!
Fortunately, the offspring did not disappoint Jiang Yan.
It was born with four powerful skills, though still found it difficult to deal with ten elite Wild Boar Cavalry.
Anyone who often plays games knows—once you're surrounded by mobs, even if you've become the Elden Lord, you'd still get swarmed to death.
In real life, even a pro boxer, when surrounded by ten—or no, even just five—strong adult men, would only have one option: run.
So Jiang Yan seized the initiative, creating an oppressive aura for the burial coffin.
He used himself as bait, luring the enemy to split their formation, while fabricating lies to mislead their attention to the inside of the coffin.
Then he took the chance to mentally stun them, executing a smooth combo to trap and kill six Wild Boar Cavalry.
“But... it’s not over yet...”
Jiang Yan looked at the three Wild Boar Cavalry charging at him.
Their blades were mere inches away.
He could clearly hear the hiss of air being torn apart, and feel the sting on his cheeks.
The Wild Boar Cavalry’s eyes were fierce, and with furious broadswords they charged forward without hesitation.
Even the Spirit of the Burial Coffin had no time to assist.
Death was right in front of him!
Jiang Yan’s expression was calm.
He formed a seal with his left hand and chuckled softly:
“Vajravārāhī, bless my body!”
Buzz!
In an instant, golden light emerged on his skin, emitting a clanging metallic sound.
It blocked the slash from the Wild Boar Cavalry.
Using the force, his body was flung backward, skidding several meters across the ground before regaining his stance.
Though the golden light on his body was covered in cracks and could shatter at any moment, his actual body remained unharmed.
He had managed to create a safe distance.
“How... how is this possible... How do you know the Vajravārāhī Seal? And use it so fluently...”
The leading Wild Boar Cavalry looked shocked, roaring repeatedly.
They had to worship Vajravārāhī day and night to gain their power.
They consumed various secret medicines, burned their bodies, endured torment, and suffered through relentless mutation, all to gain their current strength.
Yet this guy—he showed no signs of Buddhist alchemy or mutation.
And he could use the Vajravārāhī Seal effortlessly, without any cost.
This guy...
Could he be a born Buddha Child!?
‘Mother Buddha, you say all beings are equal—but why is the injustice so great?’ The Wild Boar Cavalry’s eyes turned red with envy, and their faith began to waver.
“No need to be surprised.”
Jiang Yan kindly comforted, “Human growth always buds in death.”
“Of course… it’s your death!”