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Chapter 181: Blood Porcelain

"Brothers, we're about to strike it rich! I've been treasure hunting for twenty years, and I can tell you right now... there’s something big down here!"

Li Qingyang grinned at his selfie stick and phone, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

Behind him was an unopened kiln cave—an archaeological site yet to be fully excavated.

Ever since the official revelation of the Spiritual Qi Revival, tomb raiding was no longer considered a criminal act—it had even gained an air of mystique.

Of course, Li Qingyang wasn’t a professional grave robber.

He only knew some half-baked tricks... enough to chase internet clout and make a living.

With how tough the job market was for university graduates these days, livestreaming was a way out.

Who wanted to kiss up to their boss when they could make money entertaining viewers instead?

Because the places he explored weren’t dangerous enough.

But today was different.

Today, he had snuck into the restricted ruins of the Jinde Town Ancient Kiln, a site sealed off by the Demon Slayer Bureau.

For ordinary people like him, getting past the Demon Slayer Bureau's security lines was impossible.

But for some reason, in the past few days...

All the patrols had mysteriously vanished.

Sensing an opportunity, he wasted no time sneaking in.

With his questionable skills, he dramatically "discovered" a kiln cave—

Even though the area was full of already half-excavated kilns.

For the sake of content, he deliberately chose an untouched one.

[Streamer, you’re insane! You really dared to enter the Jinde Town ruins…]

[I heard something happened there... You should leave while you still can.]

[Open the kiln! Let’s see what’s inside!]

[No offense, but... Evil spirits, begone.]

As viewer numbers skyrocketed, many began spamming exorcism charms in the chat.

Li Qingyang was scared too—

But he needed money.

He wanted to make it big, marry rich, and live the high life.

So even if he was terrified, he had to press on!

"Alright, brothers! Gifts first, then I’m going down!"

As virtual gifts flooded the screen, he stopped hesitating, clenched his jaw, and descended into the kiln cave.

Inside, the kiln was much larger than expected.

A narrow opening let in a sliver of moonlight, casting a cold, eerie glow over the ancient porcelain ruins.

Adjusting his phone mount, Li Qingyang’s tired eyes—dark circles visible—swept across the cave.

The structure was intricately designed.

A deep stone corridor led further in, its floor littered with shards of broken porcelain.

The air was damp, heavy with the earthy scent of clay and mold.

His flashlight illuminated the arched walls, where fragments of kiln furniture were embedded—

Each piece resembled half-opened eyes, staring at him through the dark.

"Brothers, this place is incredible. Did you know? This kiln cave was reconstructed based on historical records... In its prime, it housed thirty-two interconnected chambers!"

He brushed his fingers along the wall as he walked—

And suddenly, his palm touched something smooth and warm...

Like the soft hand of a woman.

A chill shot down his spine.

Whipping his flashlight around—

His eyes widened in excitement.

"Sh*t! Look at what I found!"

The light fell on a porcelain vase, resting quietly on a stone pedestal.

Its glaze was deep red, like congealed blood, shimmering under the light.

Thin veins of crimson swam beneath the surface, giving the impression of blood flowing within.

From the inside, a vague human silhouette could be seen through the translucent glaze.

When he ran his fingertips over the surface, it gave off a strange glow, like the rosy hue of a young girl’s skin.

"Brothers! This is it!"

"This must be the legendary blood porcelain—said to be fired using the bones and blood of young girls as tribute!"

Brushing away cobwebs, his face lit up with greed.

Originally, he had only planned to stream for money, with no intention of stealing artifacts.

But fortune had smiled upon him!

Even though he was no expert, he had researched enough to know—

If this vase was authentic, it was worth at least tens of millions!

Suddenly, the chat exploded with messages.

[666! The streamer actually found something real!]

[Damn, this is insane.]

Yet as the messages rolled in, the pace of the chat became frantic.

[Bro, behind you!!]

[SHE’S RIGHT BEHIND YOU!!]

At the end of the kiln corridor, a woman in a scarlet silk dress stood motionless.

Her face was porcelain-pale, her nails blackened with embedded clay dust.

At her feet, a blue-and-white porcelain basin sat filled with fragments of blood-red ceramic.

"This is Mingde-era sacrificial porcelain..."

The vase was suddenly in her hands.

A chillingly sweet smile spread across her lips.

"The last batch of imperial bone porcelain... If you like it, sir, why not name your price?"

"Give it back! I found it first!"

Blinded by greed, Li Qingyang lunged at the woman.

What was a ghost compared to a fortune in porcelain?!

Even if she was supernatural, she was still just a woman—

Surely she wasn’t physically strong?!

He failed to notice the deep grooves on her wrists, where kiln saggars had once bound her.

Nor did he see the ten clawed fingers scratching at the inside of the vase.

Snatching it back, he turned and bolted.

Glancing over his shoulder—

The woman had not moved.

She merely smiled, watching him go.

"What a freak..."

Muttering under his breath, he climbed up the rope and emerged from the kiln mouth.

Now he was truly safe.

"Alright, brothers! Any antique experts here? Help me authenticate this beauty!"

Rubbing his cold, suddenly black-spotted hands, he held the vase to the camera.

The glaze rippled, its veins of crimson swirling.

When chat exploded in panic, he finally noticed something was wrong—

His reflection in the glaze...

It was slowly being absorbed into the porcelain.

"H-Haha... Brothers, check out these amazing special effects!"

His forced laughter rang hollow.

Cracks spread from his fingertips, turning his skin porcelain-white.

From the kiln entrance, the woman appeared again—

Her smile unchanging, her face splitting apart inch by inch...

A fountain of blood burst from the fractures.

Li Qingyang tried to scream—

But his throat only produced a shower of shattered porcelain shards.

The camera tilted sideways, the screen capturing—

His body spasming violently... breaking apart.

The last thing his audience saw—

Was a pair of snow-white feet stepping into frame.

The woman bent down, picked up a shard of blood porcelain...

And disappeared into the darkness of the kiln.

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"And that’s how Jinde Town unearthed a literal nightmare."

Closing the Demon Slayer Bureau’s report, Chen Huai’an sighed.

Turning to the grim-faced Demon Slayer officer, he deadpanned—

"Bro, don’t tell me those two General-rank experts died just like that?"

"And seriously... Why can’t archaeologists just chill?"

He clapped the folder shut.

"Congratulations, idiots. You’ve officially dug up your ancestors."

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