All Chapters of The Risen Ghost: Master of the Chaotic Origin : Chapter 91
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Chapter 91 (Truth buried in ink) Chen’s POV
The silence of the archives wasn't empty; it was heavy, like the air inside a tomb right before the walls cave in. Whoever was watching me wanted me to see and I didn’t plan on missing the opportunity. I started digging, pulling volumes from the shelves with a frantic, controlled precision, tracing the ink chronologically backward. I didn’t just skim the surface. I needed to see the foundation of the throne I intended to burn.Year by year. Entry by entry. Ink by ink. The further back I went, the less refined the writing became.Clean calligraphy turned rushed. Rushed turned fragmented. Fragmented turned… afraid.Historians don’t panic.Unless they know they’re writing something they might not live to finish.The records of Wei Jue’s ascension were not the heroic chronicles the public was fed. The ink turned darker here, the parchment thicker, as if it were soaked in something other than water. After the coup that shattered the Long Clan and left my father, Long Haoran, cold in th
Chapter 92 (The ghost in the lineage) Chen’s POV
The ink of the archives was still fresh in my mind, a dark stain on my soul that finally made sense of the world. I stepped out of the heavy stone doors. The archive door groaned shut behind me. For a moment, I just stood there.Not moving, not thinking.Just… feeling.The weight of everything I had just uncovered pressed against my chest like a second ribcage. Heavy, tight and alive. The palace felt different now. Not grand, not powerful.Just.. Hollow. Like a corpse dressed in gold.I adjusted my sleeves, my heartbeat a steady, rhythmic drum of war. I was getting ready. I took a step forward. Then another.Slow. Measured. But something felt wrong. The air felt tight.. the weight of something large sharing the atmosphere with me, causing a ripple in the stagnant air. Then came the flicker.To my left, at the edge of my peripheral vision, a shadow moved. It wasn’t the stiff, armored clank of a guard or the hurried shuffle of a servant. It was a fluid, ghostly sweep of a pale silk
Chapter 93 (The scion’s verdict: A dog’s despair) Chen’s POV
The arrest was silent. They didn't bind me—they knew better—but the pressure of twelve elite auras was a physical weight as they marched me into the heart of the palace.The doors to the Private Sanctum swung open. The air inside was thick with the cloying scent of medicinal herbs and expensive incense, masking the faint, metallic tang of decay.Wei Jue sat on a low throne of black jade. He looked composed, his robes immaculate, but his eyes were bloodshot, tracking my movement with a twitchy, predatory hunger.“You move very freely…”His voice was controlled. Too controlled.“…for someone under observation.” Silence stretched between us “Tell me Shen Luo….”A slight tilt of his head.“What exactly were you looking for…”A pause. His eyes narrowed like he was trying to read me. “…in areas you were never assigned to?”I didn’t answer.I stepped forward. Just one step.And let the silence answer for me, while my eyes did the mockery. His jaw tightened.“You test boundaries too quickl
Chapter 94 (A fourth person) Chen’s POV
The screams of the Emperor faded behind me, muffled by the heavy thrum of my own pulse. I walked through the palace gates, past the curfew guards and no one cast me a glance at me. They've come to terms with the fact that I move whenever I want. The palace main gate closed behind me without resistance.No alarms. No pursuit.Just… silence.I walked into the night like a man leaving a funeral he hadn’t finished attending.I had just broken the most powerful man in the empire, dismantled his pride, and left him whimpering on a floor stained with his own guards' blood.I should have felt victorious. I should have felt the weight of a decade’s worth of vengeance lightening.Instead, my chest felt like it was filled with cold lead.The victory was a hollow shell. My clan hadn't just been betrayed; they had been harvested. And even as I walked through the cool night air of the Capital, the image of that silk-clad ghost—the one who inhaled my Void techniques like a child catching snowflake
Chapter 95 (The voice in the forest) Yan Hu’s POV
I rubbed my bruised neck, the memory of the forest rushing back to swallow me whole.It started the moment Chen vanished into the palace shadows.No…It started the moment Wei woke up from his first trance.His fingers tightened around my sleeve like a man clawing his way out of drowning water. His eyes were open—but not seeing me. It was like he was not seeing anything in front of him.He was looking through the world.“We have to go.”His voice was dry, cracked and urgent. "The Pagoda. Now."I frowned immediately.“No.” My response was simple and final. “We don’t need to enter,” he whispered. “Just close enough… to touch it.”I shook my head."Chen’s orders were clear, Wei," My voice hardened, though my own heart was hammering. "We stay here and wait. I promised Chen. I said I would keep you safe,” I added. “That means away from anything tied to that place.”“I’m not risking your life when I still owe mine to him." I added calmly. I meant it. My life was a debt I intended to pay in
Chapter 96 (Lin Xue’er) Chen’s POV
The city was too quiet.I stood by the window, my back to Yan Hu, watching the way the moonlight hit the rooftops of the Capital. Usually, the wind carries the scent of coal and distant street food, but tonight, the air was sterile. Dead.“She always did hate waiting,” I murmured my heart hammering in my chest. Not from lost emotions, but from uncertainty. For the first time since the night of the massacre, I felt a pain worse than the anger of betrayal. The name echoed in the hollows of my chest. Chen-chen.It wasn’t a title. It wasn’t a threat. It was a ghost—a silk thread from a life that had been burned to ash ten years ago.A cold chill ran down my spine. Behind me, I could hear Yan Hu’s shallow breathing. He was waiting for the explosion. He was waiting for the Void to spill out of me and level the room, for me to roar in grief or rage.And honestly, I thought I would. I thought the next time I heard about her I would erase her from the surface of the earth but now..I felt n
Chapter 97 (Emperor’s rematch) Chen’s POV
That night I couldn't close my eyes and neither could Yan Hu. We both stayed up, lost in our own thoughts, watching Wei’s chest rise and fall in constant rhythm. It was a long, restless but ironically calm night. The next morning arrived with the same terrifying, clinical stillness, as if nothing had happened. As if I didn't wreck Wei Jue the night before. As if I wasn't being followed the night before, as if I didn't get tied to my past the day before. I stood in the center of the training courtyard, my hands steady, but my mind was a storm of jagged glass. Servants carried tea, officials whispered over scrolls, and the sun hit the golden eaves with a blinding, indifferent brilliance.There was no sign of the massacre from the night before. The twelve elite guards I had shattered were all gone. Even the lingering scent of blood had been scrubbed clean by a small army of attendants. I made my way towards the meeting hall to see how Wei Jue's reaction would be but I was a moment t
Chapter 98 (A loophole) Chen’s POV
I hated the thought of death…. But nothing compared to the thought of being killed by someone else. Yet, as the darkness clouded my vision, I felt like I should just cut off the thread tying me to life. But even the darkness gave me no peace. A high-pitched ringing, thin and sharp as a needle, pierced through the center of my skull. It was a singular, agonizing note that refused to fade.Beneath the noise, there were fragments. The irregular drip-slosh of water hitting a cold surface. The rhythmic, heavy thud of footsteps—not my own. I felt weightless yet crushed, as if I were being dragged through a sea of thick oil. Every time I tried to reach for the Void, my internal sea felt like a mirror shattered into a million jagged pieces.Then, light came… It wasn't a soft dawn; it was a brutal, blinding white that forced its way through my eyelids. Heat pressed against my skin, followed by a surge of instinctive, cold terror. I was being chased—not by a person, but by the very act of
Chapter 99 (The turmoil) Chen’s POV
The next morning came with its own story. I laid still on my bed, my eyes closed, my fingers intertwined on my chest. I was trying to find the center of my own soul.It wasn't there.Internally, my spiritual core was a storm of jagged glass. The Void didn't hum with its usual cold authority; it vibrated erratically, just like the day I stepped out of the mist forest into the imperial capital; the hungry, hollow pull that felt like it was trying to consume the very space between my ribs. I could feel the tremor in my fingertips; fine, rhythmic, and utterly betraying.“Stay down,” I commanded in my head, forcing my Sovereign will into the fray. I inhaled deeply and slowly, locking the erratic energy into a cage of Iron Qi. My teeth grinder against each other until my jaw ached. I wouldn't let it break me. At least … not today. The deep silence of the morning air was shattered not by a sound, but by a shift in the flowing yin yang energy. Wei, who was sleeping near the foot of
Chapter 100 (One among the twelve) Chen’s POV
Yan Hu’s brows furrowed, but he knew the story he heard. “What…. isn’t that what happened? He took you birthright, he brought the coup system into Yan, he…” "He didn’t. He told the world the Long Clan were puppets of Malphas. He told them our power didn't come from the heavens, but from a deal with the millennial demon. He told them the Long heir didn't carry the primordial marrow, but a seed of the catastrophe that would end the world."I grabbed the collar of my guard uniform, shaking it. "If I walk out there today and claim to be a Long, the people won't bow. They won't cheer. They will scream in terror and try to tear me apart. To them, I am not a King, I am not a prodigy blessed by the heavens. I am the demon seed they’ve been taught to fear for a generation.”The silence that followed was heavy with the weight of twenty years of lies."I won't just kill Wei Jue, Hu,” I whispered, my rage cooling into a hard, diamond-sharp focus. "I will tear down every lie he built. I will ma