The Bodyguard King’s CEO Wife
Chapter 181 - 181 181 The Corpse Tricks

181: Chapter 181: The Corpse Tricks 181: Chapter 181: The Corpse Tricks Ye Shikai suddenly retracted his hand, how could it be, how could a body that had been dead for over two thousand years have such strong energy fluctuations, and this energy, rather than being a lake, was more like a river, operating regularly and orderly.

Ye Shikai immediately halted the Demoness, and the two retreated several steps.

Just at this moment, all the lights in the tomb chamber suddenly went out, plunging the entire chamber into darkness.

Ye Shikai instantly sensed danger.

With a crisp “click,” Ye Shikai grew extremely nervous because the sound was coming from the coffin in front of them.

The Demoness, Soft Sword in hand, was on guard.

As the sounds of “click, click, click” continued, Ye Shikai realized a terrifying truth: the coffin lid was slowly opening.

With a muffled “thud,” the sound of the coffin lid hitting the ground echoed.

Ye Shikai’s heart leapt to his throat—this Great Sage had resurrected.

Suddenly, all the lights in the tomb chamber lit up, illuminating the entire room bright as day.

An old man in a white robe, his legs crossed, was sitting on the coffin lid, wearing ancient garments only seen in dramas.

The old man’s hair was white flecked with gray, his face still appeared rosy, and his long sleeves hung in the air, giving him an ethereal aura.

The Demoness was extremely cautious.

Confronting the sudden appearance of this white-haired old man, she tried to attack first.

Holding the Soft Sword, she lunged at the old man.

Ye Shikai cursed under his breath, wanting to intervene, but the Demoness moved too quickly and was already in front of the old man when suddenly, the old man opened his eyes.

The Demoness was instantly suspended in mid-air.

With a gentle wave of the old man’s sleeve, the Demoness was sent flying directly, and Ye Shikai swiftly caught her, only to realize she had fainted.

“My young friend, do not worry.

This young woman is merely knocked out by me; she is not gravely injured,” the old man spoke calmly.

Surprisingly, the old man was not angry but rather amiable.

Once Ye Shikai confirmed there was no threat to the Demoness’ life and that she was one of the four great generals of Netherworld Palace who had been subdued by this mysterious white-haired old man with a single move, it was clear his strength was unfathomable.

“I am Ye Shikai; I apologize for disturbing your peace,” Ye Shikai said, noticing the old man had no intention of initiating a fight, and he relaxed, politely introducing himself.

“Ha ha, this old man has been resting here in tranquility for two thousand years and finally, I meet a living person,” the old man laughed loudly.

“Since we’re fated to meet, why not accompany this poor old man and chat a while?” The old man waved his sleeve, tossing a wine gourd to Ye Shikai.

Ye Shikai slowly opened the gourd, and the aroma of wine filled the entire tomb chamber, though Ye Shikai felt somewhat awkward—could this two-thousand-year-old wine even be drinkable…

“There is a stone stele outside bearing the name Xiang Qi.

Is that your name?” Ye Shikai asked.

“Indeed, I am Xiang Qi of Chu State,” the old man nodded and said.

“You must have come here in search of an opportunity, am I right?”

Ye Shikai nodded sheepishly.

Seeking opportunity and advancement was just a euphemism; in this process, his actions weren’t much different from those of a Tomb Robber.

“This old man was once a cultivator, and now that I am dead, there’s little use for treasures.

I’d rather pass them on for others to make great use of.” The old man spoke with a smile, delighting Ye Shikai inwardly—was he about to be given treasures?

“My young friend, don’t be in a hurry; the world doesn’t rain pies from the sky.

I can give you treasures, but I also hope you can do me a favor,” the old man said.

Ye Shikai felt a slight disappointment—things were indeed too good to be true—but he nodded his head, acknowledging that receiving treasures inevitably came at a cost.

“Please speak, elder,” Ye Shikai responded.

“Before I speak, I would like to ask what era is it today,” the elderly man inquired.

“You are from Chu State; counting to the present, it has already been over two thousand years,” Ye Shikai replied.

After listening, the old man let out a long sigh, muttering, “Two thousand years have gone by; I never expected that closing my eyes for a moment would turn out to be so long.”

“Never mind, I no longer have any requests,” the elder brushed off with a wave of his sleeve, appearing quite melancholic.

Ye Shikai felt puzzled and wondered what had happened.

“Elder, whatever happened, feel free to share with the younger generation.

I will certainly strive to help you achieve it.”

“My young friend, you and this old man are destined.

Two thousand years later, you met me.

Today, let me tell you a story,” the old man sighed deeply, with a sense of gloom akin to a fallen hero.

“During the era of Chu State, a beggar, struggling daily on the verge of starvation and freezing to death, barely making ends meet, was asked one day by a man if he wanted to change his fate.

Fed up with days of poverty, the beggar resolutely followed him back to his manor, where he discovered the man was a noble of Chu State.

In his home, the beggar learned to read, mastered martial arts,” the old man recounted, while Ye Shikai listened silently beside him.

“The man treated him very well, educating him like his own son.

One day, the man exposed him to cultivation.

When the beggar realized the power of cultivators, he was thrilled.

Using the benefits of cultivation, he severely avenged those who had humiliated him.

He became acquainted with many local wealthy landlords who all flattered him, and in his vanity, he joyously accepted their praise.

He felt, as the man had mentioned, that his life had changed, and a sparrow had ascended to a phoenix.”

“Later, the man learned of this and scolded the beggar, making him understand that the purpose of teaching him cultivation for so many years was to serve the country and the people, not to assist him in his revenge.

Humiliated, the beggar wanted to commit suicide but was stopped by the man,” the old man continued, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes.

“The beggar had no name, but the man gave him a family surname, naming him Xiang because the beggar was born in Qi State.

Thus, the beggar was named Xiang Qi from then on,” Ye Shikai said, realizing that this story was the white-haired old man’s own life story.

“The man you mentioned, was he General Xiang Yan of Chu State?” Ye Shikai asked.

After hearing this, the white-haired old man was surprised and nodded.

A surge of excitement rushed through Ye Shikai—who as a boy had not once entertained fervent youthfulness.

Back then, holding a novella could captivate him for a full day, the deeds of Xiang Yu and Liu Bang being known to all, Xiang Yu, whose prowess claimed to overshadow the world, was a hero in Ye Shikai’s heart, and since Xiang Yan was his grandfather, Ye Shikai naturally knew him well.

“That time, during the conflict among the Seven Kingdoms, Qin Country was the most powerful, intent on swallowing the other six kingdoms to unify the world,” the old man said, a murderous intent seeping through his tone.