Young Master System: My Mother Is the Matriarch-Chapter 56: The Reaper’s Bargain

The grand hall trembled as the opposing forces—light and dark, desperation and resolve—clashed in a maelstrom of energy. Zhou Mu's monstrous form loomed larger, his Yin tendrils thrashing with renewed fury, yet something in the air had shifted. The weight of destiny itself seemed to press down upon them, as though the heavens held their breath.

Li Wei and Leng Yue stood back-to-back, the twin parchments in their hands humming with latent power. The characters etched upon them pulsed like living things, their strange scripts resonating in harmony, as if calling to something beyond the veil of the known world.

"Now is the time to act," Li Wei murmured, his voice barely audible over the commotion. The young man had experienced death, but he was still fearful at the prospect of dying in some dark corner of a lower realm.

In perfect unison, they brought the parchments together. A shockwave of energy erupted, not outward, but inward—a vacuum of force that silenced the hall for one suspended heartbeat. Then, with a sound like shattering glass, the air before them split.

A jagged fissure tore through reality, its edges writhing with unstable energy. Beyond it, an abyssal darkness yawned, and within that darkness, something *stirred*. A presence, vast and ancient, pressed against the fragile boundary between worlds.

Zhou Mu's roar of defiance turned to a strangled gasp as the first skeletal fingers of the apparition reached through the rift. The rules of engagement had just changed. And none of them—not even Li Wei—could truly predict what came next.

The air itself seemed to recoil as the skeletal figure emerged from the astral tear, its deathly pallor stark against the swirling darkness. Wrapped in tattered loincloth that fluttered as if caught in an unfelt wind, its hazy silhouette moved with an eerie, deliberate grace. Zhou Mu's bloodshot eyes bulged, his monstrous form frozen mid-lunge—not by force, but by sheer, primal terror.

"What... is this?" His voice, once a guttural roar, was now a strangled whisper.

Li Wei, already backing toward the exit with Leng Yue, smirked. "An old friend of yours, perhaps? The heavens have a way of balancing debts."

Zhou Mu's lips peeled back in a snarl. "You think this withered specter can stop me?" With a grotesque heave, his dark tongue lashed out, spewing a stream of corrosive spittle toward the tear. But the droplets never struck their mark—instead, they were sucked into the void above the skeletal figure, vanishing without a trace.

The creature tilted its head, as if amused. Then, it took a step forward.

Zhou Mu's bravado shattered. "No—NO!" He thrashed, his Yin tendrils writhing like dying serpents, but the celestial force radiating from the tear pinned them to the floor, rendering them useless. His gaze darted to Li Wei and Leng Yue, now slipping toward the staircase. "You will not escape!"

With a desperate snarl, he channeled the last dregs of his power, sending a shockwave through the hall's foundations. The ceiling above the exit groaned, then cracked—massive stone slabs teetered, ready to crush the fleeing pair.

"Move!" Leng Yue barked, shoving Li Wei forward as she twisted mid-stride, her blade flashing upward. A silver arc of Qi sliced through the falling debris, buying them a heartbeat's reprieve.

But Zhou Mu wasn't done. "If I am to fall, then let this entire cursed hall be my tomb!" His body convulsed, dark energy swelling within him like a rupturing star. The air trembled—he was going to self-destruct.

Li Wei's grin vanished. *"Leng Yue, brace yourself!"

The skeletal figure, however, had other plans.

In a motion too swift to follow, it raised a bony hand. A sound like a thousand whispering voices filled the hall—"Zhou Mu..."—his name drawn out, syllables stretched into eternity. The swelling energy inside him rattled erratically.

Zhou Mu's eyes widened. "No... NO! You cannot—!"

The creature's fingers curled inward.

CRACK. SNAP.

Zhou Mu's body jerked as if yanked by invisible chains. His scream was cut short as his flesh was ripped to tatters, then his innards and fluids twirled and spiraled, his form unraveling like thread pulled from a tapestry. The dark energy meant to annihilate the hall was siphoned away, swallowed by the tear.

Li Wei skidded to a halt at the staircase, breath ragged. "Well. That was... efficient."

Leng Yue's grip on her sword tightened. "We're not safe yet. That thing just feasted on a Patriarch's soul. What's to stop it from turning on us?"

As if in answer, the skeletal figure slowly turned its head toward them. Empty sockets bore into Li Wei's soul.

Then, it spoke.

"A debt paid... is a debt owed."

Li Wei's blood ran cold. "Ah. Right. The fine print."

The creature extended a finger, pointing not at them, but at the black-and-white parchments now fused in Li Wei's grip. "Mine."

Leng Yue's blade lifted instinctively. "Young Master, we may need to—"

"Negotiate?" Li Wei finished, flashing a grin that didn't reach his eyes. He stepped forward, holding up the merged scroll. "Tell me, oh Reaper of the Astral... what's your price?"

The figure's jaw creaked open. "A soul"

A chilling silence enveloped the hall.

Then—

BOOM.

The hall's remaining jade pylons detonated in sequence, their dark energy now unanchored. The ground quaked, fissures splitting the floor like spiderwebs.

Leng Yue grabbed Li Wei's arm. "We're leaving. Now."

The skeletal figure didn't pursue. It simply watched as they fled, its hollow voice chasing them like a curse:

"Next time... you will answer."

The last thing Li Wei saw before the hall collapsed was the tear snapping shut—sealing Zhou Mu's fate, and leaving behind a whisper of something far older, far hungrier.

As they burst into the open air, Leng Yue rounded on him. "What in the ten hells was that?!" She had followed Li Wei's daring campaigns from the get go and had remanded obedient under trying periods, but the young maiden was slightly flustered by the near death experience

Li Wei exhaled, rolling his shoulders. "Let's just say... we might've traded one problem for another." It was unbelievable that the duo had come out largely unscathed, largely due to the specter disposing of Zhou Mu.

Above them, the sky darkened—not with storm clouds, but with something far more ominous. The darkness seemed to be originating from the Shen Clan residence, a grim scarlet glow illuminated the sky like a pillar made of blood.

Somewhere, a crow cawed.

A new evil had emerged .

Li Wei chuckled, wiping blood from his lip. "Ah well. At least the view's better out here." The young man crossed his arms and smiled at his fortuitous life, it was not uncommon for young heroes like him to met their end at the hands of powerful foes

Leng Yue's glare could have melted steel. "You're insane."

"And yet," he said, tossing the now-blank parchment into the wind, "We're still alive."

For now.