The man dressed in shamanic robes appeared to be about forty years old, younger than most of the others. For someone of his age to stand here, he must be no ordinary person. The shamanic robes were unfamiliar even to Xu Xing and Su Qing. They mentioned that shamans are divided into Southern and Northern shamans, but this man didn't belong to either category, and his background was unclear.

  The man claimed that he had a way to break the formation, which immediately caught everyone's attention. Old Master Dai seemed particularly pleased and quickly asked him what method he had.

  Old Master Dai referred to this man as Wang Jian, suggesting that they were acquainted, otherwise, the Dai family wouldn't have invited him.

  Wang Jian said that he knew a shamanic technique called Yin Blood Sacrifice. As long as a living woman's blood was used to nourish the corpse, within three days, the corpse would not undergo a transformation.

  "What happens after three days?" everyone eagerly asked, clearly unfamiliar with this shamanic method.

  Before Wang Jian could answer, Old Master Dai spoke up, saying that after three days, all corpses fed with live blood would become blood corpses, and that was something far more dangerous than black corpses. Blood corpses were extremely terrifying and dangerous—this was an old and malicious technique used by some to raise the dead.

  Upon hearing this, everyone gasped in shock, calling the technique inhumane. They were horrified at the prospect of mountains full of blood corpses.

  Black corpses are avoidant and reluctant to engage with humans, but blood corpses—if left unchecked—could easily overpower even several strong men. They feared the light but had no other weaknesses.

  Old Master Dai added that such a method required the sacrifice of a female family member, draining all her blood, making it an incredibly cruel act. He strongly advised against using it.

  Upon hearing this, Dai Jieying, who had been cold and composed until now, visibly shuddered. Her calm face suddenly betrayed a sense of fear.

  I turned to Su Qing and asked, "How many granddaughters does Old Master Dai have? If this sacrifice is needed, which one would it be?"

  Su Qing held up one finger and said, "Only one, Dai Jieying. The rest are grandsons."

  What? No daughters? I asked.

  Su Qing shook her head. "No, only sons. If a sacrifice is required, it would have to be Dai Jieying. There's no one else."

  I cursed inwardly. What a cruel fate! This beautiful, aloof woman seemed doomed, and by the look on Old Master Dai's face, it seemed he had no qualms about using this method.

  Old Master Dai, after listening to Wang Jian's suggestion, sighed and said, "As long as the corpse doesn't transform, we can move the coffin within three days, reestablish the feng shui, and the Seven Killing Formation will be broken."

  Once the formation was broken, the corpses could be buried again. Even if they became blood corpses, they could be controlled. After the dragon vein was repaired, the corpse qi would dissipate within the dragon vein within a hundred years, and the corpse itself would return to normal.

  Of course, Wang Jian emphasized that this was just his suggestion. He pointed out the pros and cons, but the decision ultimately lay with Old Master Dai.

  "This is absurd. You should never suggest such a technique. If anyone dies because of it, you'll bear the responsibility!" Old Master Dai scolded.

  Aside from Old Master Dai, the other Yin people sneered at Wang Jian's method, but he seemed unperturbed, thinking only about breaking the formation and earning the one million yuan. He had a certain smugness about him, much like our own Tang Hao, though this method was clearly vile.

  Old Master Dai waved his hand, signaling for the arguments to cease. He paused, then raised his voice once more, asking, "Is there anyone else who can break this formation?"

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  There was a long silence. No one spoke. It seemed the Seven Killing Formation could only be broken by this cruel method.

  "Fine, if no one else can break it, then I'll go with Wang Jian's method. The one million will be his," Old Master Dai finally declared with a long sigh.

  "Old Master Dai, you absolutely cannot use this method! You can't sacrifice a living person to a corpse. It’s inhumane! If no one can break the formation, listen to me—burn the corpses and start anew! The Dai family can begin again!" Old Master Dai's urgent plea interrupted.

  But Old Master Dai refused to listen. He waved his hand, signaling for the objections to stop. "The family’s dragon vein and ancestors must be preserved at all costs," he said.

  Seeing that his words had no effect, Old Master Dai reluctantly fell silent, his gaze full of dissatisfaction toward Wang Jian, as if he blamed him for the situation.

  "Jieying, kneel!" Old Master Dai suddenly shouted harshly at Dai Jieying.

  Dai Jieying seemed to realize what was happening. Her body began to tremble, but she didn't dare defy Old Master Dai. With a thud, she knelt.

  "Jieying, you are the only female in the Dai family. The entire family's legacy and future are now in your hands. Tell me, in front of the entire family and our ancestors, are you willing to sacrifice your life for the Dai family?" Old Master Dai's voice was stern as he looked down at her.

  Everyone’s eyes turned to Dai Jieying, who... trembled with her entire body. She still had no expression, but her eyes were reddening. The cold, aloof beauty was now on the ground, looking vulnerable.

  The Dai family wasn’t lacking in granddaughters, but if this could save the family, Old Master Dai would not hesitate to sacrifice her. She seemed to have no choice.

  "Grandfather, I... I don't want to die!" Dai Jieying suddenly cried out, her voice filled with desperation.

  Old Master Dai gently patted her head. "My dear granddaughter, I know you're scared. I am too. I love you deeply, but now the Dai family has no one but you who can save us. You’ve grown up now, and you must learn to sacrifice for the family. If it were me, I would not hesitate to sacrifice myself for the Dai family."

  "Tch, old man, you're hypocritical. You’ve lived half your life, of course, you’re not afraid of death!" I muttered under my breath.

  At this, the Yin people around me glared, as though warning me not to speak out of turn. "Do you not know that one shouldn’t speak freely in front of the ancestors’ graves? Offending the Dai family is dangerous."

  "Uh, Su Qing, stop talking. Old Master Dai is doing this out of love for his family," I quickly deflected, but Su Qing just shot me a look that could kill. I shuddered instinctively. If it weren't for the crowd, she would have probably knocked me to the ground by now.

  Su Qing was definitely not someone to provoke, unlike Xu Xing, who was easier to deal with.

  Dai Jieying was now crying uncontrollably, not wanting to die, but feeling pressured by Old Master Dai’s will. Her parents also kneeled and begged, but it was of no use. Old Master Dai had made up his mind, and no one could change it. All that remained was for Dai Jieying to give her consent.

  The Dai family would not hesitate to sacrifice a granddaughter if it meant saving their legacy.

  But Dai Jieying remained silent, knowing that once she agreed, she would be walking into the gates of hell.

  "Jieying, remember your identity. You were born into the Dai family, and you will die as one of its spirits. For the Dai family, you should be willing to make any sacrifice, just like your parents would!" Old Master Dai’s tone became even sterner, almost a threat.

  Upon hearing this, Dai Jieying’s body stiffened. Old Master Dai, as the head of a prestigious family, knew how to use threats to bend people to his will. If she didn’t agree, her parents might be in danger.

  Dai Jieying glanced at her parents, then lowered her head. It was clear that Old Master Dai was using her parents as leverage. They were her parents, but they were also Old Master Dai’s son and daughter-in-law. Dai Jieying had no choice.

  In the final moment, Dai Jieying still didn't give up hope. She knelt before the Yin people and said, "I, Dai Jieying, swear to Heaven. If anyone can break the Dai family’s formation, I will marry him and give him an additional one million yuan as a reward. I don’t want to die. Please, save me."

  Dai Jieying cried, her tears falling like rain. This was her last hope.

  But despite the fact that many of the Yin people were no doubt tempted by Dai Jieying’s beauty, they had no solutions. If they had a way, they would have offered it by now. A beautiful woman and a million yuan—who wouldn’t be tempted? But they were powerless.

  "Hey, young boss, why haven’t you made your move yet? You could have another wife and a million yuan if you acted now. Pretty impressive, huh?" Xu Xing said, almost as though he knew I had already come up with a plan.

  I shushed him, wanting to watch this icy beauty break down and cry. She deserved it for underestimating my tattoo skills.

  At this moment, Old Master Dai walked over and helped Dai Jieying to her feet.

  "Little girl, stop crying. There is still a way. There’s another Yin technique that might be able to break this formation," Old Master Dai said.

  Everyone’s attention turned to Old Master Dai as Dai Jieying quickly wiped away her tears. "What Yin technique? Please, tell me," she begged, her eyes full of hope.

  Old Master Dai paused and then spoke with certainty, "If I’m not mistaken, it’s the Ghost Tattoos that can break the formation!"