Chapter 31: Seeking Revenge Part 2

Wang Ya spent thirty or forty minutes reading the nine pages. The last three were blurry and confusing, but she grasped the basics. The scroll was called the Yin Spirit Scroll, not the Yin-Yang Scroll. It didn’t connect yin and yang, but it could open another world—though only at specific locations. It had an impressive function: capturing Yin Spirits and souls! No matter how powerful the Yin Spirit, once the scroll was unfurled, it would be inevitably captured! It had a few minor drawbacks: first, if it shone on a living person during capture, it would take their three souls, souls, and essence blood, turning them into a desiccated corpse; second, suppressed by yang energy, it was ineffective in sunlight; third, whether capturing ghosts or souls, the entire scroll had to be fully opened. Oh, and another flaw: the Feng Family Ancestor made it from the skin on his own back. Thus, the scroll wouldn’t capture Feng Family members. Her grandma noted that since Wang Ya didn’t carry Feng blood, it was uncertain if the scroll would recognize her as inheritor. She advised caution—best to use the ancient bronze coin to suppress her aura first, lest she be accidentally captured and die unjustly.

Her grandma also said that obtaining these items merely qualified her for the Feng Family Inheritance. Only after truly obtaining it would she be eligible to decide how to pass it on.

Her grandma begged her to care for her foolish father—he was the last drop of Feng Family blood. The Feng Family’s supreme arts rested with Wang Ya, its bloodline with Wang Cheng’an. They two were all that remained of the entire Feng Family. She warned that if they ever had no path to survival, they could break open the Yellow Springs Escape. As long as they didn’t die in the Underworld Courts, they could follow the Yin Spirit Scroll’s records to open the Bardo Realm at a yin-yang convergence and return to the Yang Realm through it.

Wang Ya reread the letter several times to ensure nothing was missed, then tore it to shreds. She considered flushing it down the sewer but worried it wasn’t safe enough, so she knocked on her Second Uncle’s door next door, borrowed his lighter, and burned it.

After reading her grandma’s letter, Wang Ya felt much more settled, finally seeing some hope and direction. If she could figure out how the Yin Spirit Scroll opened the Bardo Realm, perhaps she could find her grandma. At the same time, she burned with hatred for Ghost Granny and her group. Her grandma had filled nine pages without mentioning a single enemy’s name, never thinking of revenge herself or asking Wang Ya to avenge the Feng Family. All she wanted was for the Inheritance to continue. Such a genocidal grudge, and her grandma could let it go—yet those people wouldn’t spare her grandma or the Feng Family, insisting on total extermination.

But Wang Ya wasn’t Feng Yuqin. She lacked such magnanimity and the helplessness of half-crippling injuries. Since Ghost Granny dared send her descendants, she would pay the price! Even if they’d come to Sichuan, they wouldn’t leave alive! Wang Ya swore to take their lives in Sichuan, ensuring none returned breathing!

By the time the letter burned, it was 1 a.m. Wang Ya washed up simply, hid her grandma’s items under the pillow, suppressed her aura with the ancient bronze coin, plugged in her phone to charge, set the alarm, and went to sleep.

At 6 a.m., the alarm woke Wang Ya.

The bus station’s first buses departed at 6 a.m. Two ran simultaneously: one to the County Town, one to Chengdu. The Chengdu buses were at 6:30 a.m. and 12:30 p.m.

Wang Ya decided to head to the County Town first. From Wangjia Zhen to Chengdu took at least five and a half hours, not counting time into the city proper. How could those three severely injured people endure six hours of bumpy travel?

After getting up, Wang Ya knocked on her Second Uncle’s door. Wang Chengwei heard and rose immediately. By the time she finished washing up, he had too—but Wang Cheng’an was still buried under the covers, snoring away. No amount of calling roused him. Like a pig, he loved eating and sleeping, accustomed to late rises after late nights. Less than ten hours, and even dumping water on him wouldn’t work. Waking him before 6 a.m. was a pipe dream.

Wang Ya said to Wang Chengwei, “Second Uncle, leave Dad here and let me go to the County Town alone to find them. You shouldn’t go either. I haven’t seen them, but I’ll recognize them by sight or smell.”

Wang Chengwei opened his mouth, but Wang Ya cut him off. “Second Uncle, don’t worry. I won’t do anything illegal. Grandma’s waiting for me to save her. I just don’t want them calling more people to harm you all. You can’t come—it might implicate you. I can’t explain Xuan Men rules to you. I won’t act recklessly. Grandma’s waiting, and Dad needs my care.”

Seeing her put it that way, Wang Chengwei relented. “I have comrades at the County Town police station. Call if you’re in trouble.”

Wang Ya agreed, “Okay,” and headed downstairs, clutching the cloth-wrapped bundle.

Wang Chengwei followed to see her off, noticing her tank top and bundle. “What’s wrapped in those clothes?”

Wang Ya couldn’t say it was her grandma’s things, so she replied, “Inconvenient to say.”

Knowing her many taboos, Wang Chengwei didn’t press.

Wang Ya took the early bus to the County Town. After alighting at the south bus station, she didn’t rush to the hospital. First, she bought a sturdy crossbody bag to store the cloth-wrapped items securely. Then, she purchased a new outfit and changed out of her sweat-soaked, foul-smelling clothes. Next, she visited an incense shop for useful items, found a hotel to draw enough talismans, and finally took a taxi to the County People’s Hospital.

She preferred taking extra time to prepare, even if it meant coming up empty, over charging in unprepared.

The County People’s Hospital was the county’s best, making it Wang Ya’s top target. Most importantly, she was certain those people wouldn’t leave easily. They hadn’t gotten what they wanted, and after clashing with her grandma that night, they surely knew she was Feng Yuqin. They’d call in more powerful experts. Wangjia Zhen was just an hour away by car—perfect for recuperating here and awaiting reinforcements.

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