All Chapters of The Risen Ghost: Master of the Chaotic Origin : Chapter 71
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Chapter 71 (what the night carries) Chen’s POV
The heavy iron gates of the inner palace groaned shut, a sound like a guillotine blade finding its mark. The "Prince" was gone, tucked away behind gold-leafed stone, but the phantom weight of his gaze remained. It sat on my skin, cold and oily, a predatory mark that refused to be washed away by the evening mist.The cheers didn’t die immediately.They lingered—rolling through the capital like thunder that refused to fade. But beneath it, something else began to surface."Did you see his eyes at the end?" Yan Hu’s voice was barely a breath. He didn't look at me, his focus shifting through the thinning crowd like a soldier checking for an ambush. "He didn't just see us, Chen. He didn't even recognize you, he would have attacked you head-on, or did he? Is this another game?”"He recognized a meal, not me. His eyes are abstract" I said, my voice flat.As we moved through the darkening streets, the atmosphere curdled. In the shadows of the tea houses, the whispers had changed."Third one
Chapter 72 (A part of the system) Chen’s POV
Even after the corpse crumbled into gray dust, even after the last trace of movement vanished, the forest remained… still.The silence of the Forbidden Forest wasn’t peaceful; it was predatory.I crouched again, this time slower, my gaze narrowing on the body that hadn’t yet disintegrated. The black veins—jagged, root-like—spread across the chest in unnatural convergence.“Look here,” I murmured.Yan Hu stepped closer despite himself. Wei didn’t move—his body was rigid. I brushed aside the torn fabric at the corpse’s chest and there. At the exact point where the black veins converged— A symbol.My eyes sharpened.It wasn’t carved. It was embedded.A spiritual imprint, etched beneath the skin like a command branded into the soul.My stomach turned cold.“It’s the same pattern…” Yan Hu muttered.I nodded slowly.“The reverse talismans at the imperial gate.” I grabbed the corpse’s wrist and turned the palm upward.Yan Hu inhaled sharply.“Another rune.”But identical to the marks burne
Chapter 73 (The heart beneath the throne) Chen’s POV
We didn’t move immediately.The forest boundary lay behind us, silent now—as if what we had just encountered had never existed. Ahead, the Imperial Capital lay beneath the bruised purple of a pre-dawn sky. It looked peaceful—a sprawling jewel of architecture and power. But to my eyes, the city was no longer a home for the living. It was a feeding trough.No one spoke.Not because there was nothing to say… but because the decision had already been made.Long Wei was the first to break the silence.“It’s getting louder,” he whispered.His voice wasn’t afraid.It was strained.Like a man trying to listen to something too vast for his mind to contain.Yan Hu frowned. “From the forest?”Wei shook his head slowly, eyes unfocused. “No… from the palace. Whatever is inside… it’s waking up faster.”Yan Hu exhaled sharply and turned to me. “Then we wait. Regroup. If this thing is accelerating, rushing in blind—”“A Sovereign does not wait for rot to spread, Yan Hu," I said, my voice like the sn
Chapter 74 (The first cut) Chen’s POV
That was my final say— breaking the system. The massive heart at the center pulsed steadily, each beat dragging another wave of Qi through the veins carved into the earth.Yan Hu’s hand was white-knuckled on the hilt of his blade. Long Wei was trembling, his hands pressed so hard against his temples I thought he might bruise his own skin.“Chen,” Yan Hu rasped, his voice cutting through the humid air. “Say the word. We cut this thing out of the earth right now.” His voice echoed once.Then again—delayed.Like the chamber itself was listening.I didn’t answer.Instead, I stepped forward, slowly. Deliberately.Up close, it looked less like an energy core… and more like woven veins. Almost -transparent. Pulsing faintly. Carrying strands of Qi upward toward the throne room.Thin, silver gray streams of life force trickled down from the city in constant motion. While the core spun the raw energy, stripping away humanity and leaving only the cold, high-density power of the abyss. And hid
Chapter 75 ( first move) Chen’s POV
I found the heart of the city’s energy, where the pull was greatest. The largest reservoir. I left Wei behind with Yan Hu; his dark energy usually reacts violently to my void. Standing in the damp resonance of the sub-strata, I felt the Sovereign’s power humming in my marrow, a cold, golden counterpoint to the oily Void energy dancing on my fingertips. I pressed my palm against the primary conduit—a vein of pulsing, stolen life—and pushed. I didn't blast it. I sealed it. I wove a series of Void-locks, tiny knots of non-existence that acted as meridian blockage in the city’s spiritual energy flow.The core gave a low, agonizing groan that vibrated in my teeth like it was sending me a message to back off. "That should do it for the first layer," I muttered, pulling my hand back. The skin of the conduit was now etched with a faint, obsidian frost.The next morning, the Capital was... different.The Imperial sun rose, and for the first time since we arrived, the sky looked crystalli
Chapter 76 (The system bleeds back) Chen’s POV
I didn't wait till morning.I didn’t have to— I planned on breaking the system before it even knew what was happening. I moved through the city’s dark alleys like a ghost, my boots barely whispering against the damp stone. Beside me, Long Wei was a tether to the surface, his senses fanned out like a net to catch the smallest ripple of Imperial movement. Yan Hu trailed slightly behind, his presence a grounded weight, masking our trail from the curfew guards.I didn't stop at one conduit tonight. I wasn't just poking the beast anymore; I was cutting it to pieces.I found the larger meridians—the ones feeding directly into the throne room. I didn't blast them. Blasting causes noise. Instead, I wove Void-locks. I twisted tiny knots within the Qi flow.One lock. Two. Five. Then Ten.Deep beneath the palace, the Core gave a sudden, violent rattle. It wasn't a groan this time; it was a shudder that vibrated up my dantian. It felt like a heartbeat skipping."It’s bleeding," I whispered, my
Chapter 77 (Fractured: A starving vessel) Wei Tian’s POV
I was never the natural choice. I wasn’t strong like the others, not like prodigies who already have their name written in history books, before they could even hold a blade steady. In my earliest memories, I was standing in the shadow of the throne, watching my father’s gaze sweep over the gifted prodigies of the high lords and clan leaders. I was the heir, yet I was a ghost. I wasn't the fastest with a blade, nor was my Qi the most resonant. I was a boy who simply wanted to matter—to be a weight that tilted the scale of my father’s respect.I chose the puppet’s strings because they were the only things that held me upright and when even that failed, my ship capsized and I accepted the Core’s cold embrace because it promised me the strength I wasn't born with. I didn't mind being a doll for the Emperor, as long as the doll was the one holding the world in its porcelain hands.But tonight, the strings didn't just pull. They bit.It started as a flicker. Then, a serpentine force sli
Chapter 78 (Pressure point) Wei Tian’s POV
The pain didn’t stop.It settled.A slow, grinding pull at my dantian—like a hook buried deep, tugging just enough to remind me that I was no longer whole.I sat in the silence of my chambers, the taste of my own blood still metallic and sharp on my tongue. The rage had cooled, leaving behind something far more dangerous: a frozen, jagged clarity.I had been reminded of my place.Now, I would act within it.“I cannot touch him…”My fingers curled slowly on my knees.“…then I will break what he refuses to lose.”The Entity was right. I was nothing more than a vessel, a doll, a porcelain prince. I couldn't strike Long Chen directly—not while the system groaned under his sabotage and the Entity held my soul in a vice. But a puppet still has hands, and a vessel can still overflow. If I couldn't break the man, I would break the world he was trying so desperately to stitch back together.I turned and tossed the whole night, unsatisfied with every imagined way of killing Long Chen. No… it h
Chapter 79 (The Anomaly) Wei Tian’s POV
The white light didn’t fade.It peeled away.Like something alive retracting into itself. It burned itself into my eyes, leaving jagged, ghostly streaks across my vision. I reached out, my hand hovering near the obsidian conduits, but the heat radiating from them was no longer the steady, pulsing warmth of a feeding system. It was the frantic, searing temperature of a dying star.The Core shuddered, its glow collapsing from that impossible brilliance into fractured pulses of red and black. The veins binding the boy trembled violently, each link vibrating like a plucked string stretched too tight.The Core… pulled back.I stared, breathless, as the core’s vein—the very tethers I had forged to bind the boy to the core’s heart—began to tremble. They just snapped and whipped like overstretched threads under a tension they weren't designed to hold. The air in the chamber turned foul, thick with the scent of ozone and something much older, something that tasted like Grave-soil and thunder.
Chapter 80 (The Descent) Chen’s POV
The last man hit the ground gasping.The thread snapped cleanly under my fingers, the “Voice” dissolving into nothing as his eyes cleared. Around us, the chaos that had been tearing through the district moments ago that required every ounce of my focus..….. just stopped in a single heart beat. The triggers didn't fade. They were cut.No new pulls.No distant screams.No shifting pressure from the system clawing for more.I stood in the center of a debris-strewn alley, my sword still humming with residual Void energy. I turned, my eyes searching for the small, steady pulse of gold that usually anchored me."Wei?"Nothing.The connection—that thin, silver thread of bloodline resonance I always kept at the back of my mind—wasn't just dimmed. It was gone. It felt like a limb had been amputated without pain. A cold, hollow numbness spread from my chest to my fingertips."Wei!" I called out again, my voice cracking the unnatural stillness of the district.I called again and again but heard