Huang Yunfeng’s soul essence shot up from the ground, his large foot aiming directly for Old Cripple Huang’s neck. Old Cripple Huang didn't even attempt to dodge, saying, "Go ahead and kick. It’s only because you are my brother. But I have to tell you one thing: if you deliver this kick, our relationship ends here, irrevocably."

"What 'irrevocably ends' or not? You killed me, so I must have revenge. You even killed your own brother—what more can I say?" Huang Yunfeng’s foot was about to connect with Old Cripple Huang’s throat when, at that precise moment, a large hand clamped down hard, seizing Huang Yunfeng's foot.

"Go back where you belong!" With a sharp tug, Shi Bingyuan yanked Huang Yunfeng's spirit back.

Had Huang Yunfeng’s kick landed, the matter between him and Old Cripple Huang would truly have become irresolvable.

Zhou Huan had realized this. If they didn't settle down now, as the Four Great Protectors, they would be forced to intervene; if that failed, the Immortals themselves would step in. Zhou Huan’s primary goal right now was to facilitate dialogue between the souls present, to resolve the deep-seated grievances and tangled affections between them.

"Old Cripple Huang, if you were commanded to kill right now, who would you choose?" Zhou Huan asked the cripple.

"I wouldn't choose to kill anyone. What I want is my army. I want to use my own life to script a heroic epic. I want to kill the devils (Japanese soldiers), not my own flesh and blood brother…"

"Stop this crocodile tears act! Do you see the blade stuck in me?" Huang Yunfeng instantly ripped off his outer shirt, revealing the long knife lodged in his chest.

It was at this moment that several people from the archaeology team brought Huang Yunfeng’s skeletal remains onto the ceremonial platform, then quickly withdrew.

Zhou Huan said, "Huang Yunfeng, look closely. These are your bones. If your resentment and malice are still so strong, don't blame me for handing you over to the Heavenly Gods beside us. If they act, your soul essence will face an uncertain fate."

"Skeletal remains? My remains!" Of course they were his remains. Every soul felt a unique sensation upon seeing its own bones. He stepped forward and gently caressed his skeleton, suddenly feeling a profound chill emanating from it. He jolted to a realization: "Could it be that my bones were... were once handled by someone?"

Souls could discern the difference when touching bones—bones that had been buried had a certain texture, whereas unburied ones felt like prickly thorns. Since these felt different, Huang Yunfeng knew immediately they had been moved.

"Want to know what happened?" Zhou Huan said this while turning his gaze toward Old Cripple Huang, then continued, "You speak now. Tell us everything you did, everything you thought, and reveal the crucial details."

"Fine, now it’s my turn to speak. Back then, once my throwing knife left my hand, I couldn't recall it. But the technique I used at the time shouldn't have been enough to strike you. You are my own brother; I never held a grudge when you bullied me as a child. I treat you as my elder brother, and I must look after you. You were reckless, and I couldn't be reckless too. That blade in your body, I tell you now, Old Cripple Liang pushed you. Otherwise, no one would have taken that blow. I only meant to scare you."

"Who pushed him? Stop talking nonsense!" Old Cripple Liang tried to argue.

Old Cripple Huang stepped forward. "The ruin of our family—you cannot escape responsibility for that! My leg became crippled because you beat me. My brother was reckless, but were you any better? You were utterly rotten! You saw that neither of us had anyone to look after us, didn't you?"

"Who said... that?" Old Cripple Liang protested weakly.

Huang Yunfeng paused, recalling the past. It seemed plausible. He looked at Old Cripple Liang and asked, "Then why did you run away back then?"

"I... I was afraid he would stab me again!"

"Hmph. You were indeed afraid I might kill you, but wasn't it because you had a guilty conscience?" Old Cripple Huang finally revealed the truth. It turned out that the skeletons in that tomb chamber had been placed there with Old Cripple Huang’s help. As for why they ended up mingled with Old Cripple Liang’s, it was merely coincidence.

Old Cripple Huang had been planning revenge for his brother; otherwise, he wouldn't have slept soundly. So, he decided to rob the Liang family’s tomb. Unexpectedly, Old Cripple Liang had died before him, buried on the mountain, which was then seized by the Japanese. This frustrated Old Cripple Huang immensely, leading to the idea Zhou Huan and Old Cripple Huang shared about tomb raiding.

As for Xiao Shan, she was Old Cripple Liang’s wife. But why did she always claim her husband was that Persian man? In truth, she was the Persian man’s first wife, seized by the tyrannical Liang family patriarch. Old Cripple Huang had heard this tale, but he couldn't clarify the full background. Regardless, he had made his own situation perfectly clear, and now the issue between him and Huang Yunfeng was largely resolved.

Only Old Cripple Liang remained. Now, trapped between both sides, he pressed on, "You, Old Cripple Huang, also took plenty of things from my family's tomb. Even if I loaned them to you, surely our feud should be about settled by now?"

"Bullshit! Let Dragon Translator tell you exactly how all your ill-gotten gains were squandered!" Old Cripple Huang revealed there was a whole hidden history. Everything he had done had a purpose, though he only made it public now.

Dragon Translator then recounted how he had obtained the treasures from Old Cripple Huang, how he had taken Old Cripple Huang’s remains, how he blew up the Japanese arsenal, and how he formed the guerrilla unit, the Independent Regiment, and so forth. After all this was laid bare, Old Cripple Liang was speechless, standing frozen on the side.

"Alright, this matter has some clarity for now. The next step is to verify which of your accounts holds the truth?" As Zhou Huan spoke, he cast out the copper coin sword he held; it landed squarely between Old Cripple Huang and Old Cripple Liang, standing perfectly still.

Zhou Huan continued, "Listen closely. Old Cripple Liang had his version, and Old Cripple Huang had his. I have imbued this sword with an incantation. Whoever speaks the truth, the hilt will point toward them. Moreover, this sword will thrust directly into the yintang (the point between the eyebrows) of the one who lied, ensuring their malevolent spirit can never find rest until their karmic retribution is complete."

Old Cripple Liang felt a deep dread looking at the sword, while Old Cripple Huang was utterly composed.

"Good, let’s begin. Pay attention!" Zhou Huan said, slowly forming mudras with his hands and chanting the mantra aloud.

Suddenly, Old Cripple Liang collapsed onto his backside, sweat pouring from his head. "I was wrong! Starting from the time I pushed Huang Yunfeng, even the downfall of the Huang family was my doing. If I hadn't done that, my own family would have been wiped out by the Japanese. I was cowardly and feared death—it was all my fault. You all decide what happens to me; I’ve paid my debt to the Huang family now."

The throwing knife in Old Cripple Huang’s hand suddenly shot out, burying itself deep into Old Cripple Liang’s back. The knife passed through, yet Old Cripple Liang felt nothing. He tried to look at Zhou Huan and Old Cripple Huang. When he saw Old Cripple Huang, he understood; the knife from Old Cripple Huang had allowed his soul essence to see things clearly.

Old Cripple Liang’s knees buckled, and he knelt before Old Cripple Huang. "You are a great benevolent man. Returning hatred with kindness—I am utterly convinced. From this moment on, I promise, wherever you go, Old Cripple Huang, I will follow you without reservation."

"I’m going too!" Huang Yunfeng also pledged to follow Old Cripple Huang.

At this point, Dragon Translator smiled. "You two might be too late. Old Brother Huang and I are heading for reincarnation. We’ll probably end up in the same family—being brothers sounds quite good!"

Old Cripple Huang placed a hand casually on Dragon Translator’s shoulder. He chuckled, "Being your buddy has potential; at least you’re educated." The two souls chatted as they turned and walked away.

Seeing this, Huang Yunfeng immediately pulled up Old Cripple Liang. "Those two are off to be brothers. You come with me; we’ll go repay them." The four souls, riding one carriage, slowly vanished under the moonlight. Zhou Huan swept his hand once, as if closing a door for the four of them, seeing the spirits depart. Then, Zhou Huan burned a large quantity of paper money and ingots, recited scriptures of transmigration and salvation, and finally, after thinking for a long while, he spoke.