Three months ago, Author: Xun Chun Xu Zhou

Chapter 28: Yin and Yang Concealing Qi, Known as Burial (4k) In the jungle, Chu Weiyang and a group of four and a half people, under the cover of the deep night and thick mist, trod on slightly damp soil, discerning the directions around them.

Led by Liu Daoren, they headed straight towards the collapsed passage.

If one wishes for a more stable "visit to the sages," retracing the path they came from is naturally the most appropriate.

At the same time, Chu Weiyang placed one hand on the shoulder of Wang Daoren, his young fingers like eagle claws, tapping on the half of Daoren's clavicle bone, at the wrist, where a white jade snake emitted a buzzing sound, slowly raising its head towards the back of Wang Daoren's heart.

The heart chamber is the pivot of Qi and blood.

With the undulating movements of the snake, a trace of invisible and intangible toxic Qi was extracted from Wang Daoren's heart chamber.

Previously, Chu Weiyang had already used the same method to extract all the toxic Qi from Liu Daoren and Zhang Daoren's bodies.

Therefore, this time, aside from Wang Daoren appearing somewhat fearful of the snake, his body becoming more tense, Liu Daoren and Zhang Daoren strolling in the lush forest of Lingqiu Mountain seemed more relaxed and at ease.

In fact, aside from Chu Weiyang and the white jade snake in his hand, no one truly knew what it felt like before the invisible toxic Qi materialized.

Even Chu Weiyang, who mastered the "Green Bamboo Elixir Scripture," might not dare to claim a deep understanding of this high-quality toxic Qi.

Only the jade snake that personally absorbed and devoured the toxic Qi transmitted waves of joy to Chu Weiyang.

It seemed to be greatly beneficial, indicating the toxicity was quite potent.

At least that's what Liu Daoren and Zhang Daoren thought.

They felt an indescribable sense of relaxation, as if with this treatment, all illnesses were dispelled, and chronic ailments were healed.

This relaxation even caused Liu Daoren to lose some caution.

Walking in the mountains and forests, he suddenly turned back, daringly looking at Chu Weiyang.

"After all, making a living in the wilderness, day and night, year after year, all we see is this desolate and vast scene. They say cultivating can lead to a longer life, but it's just enduring more hardships."

"For us brothers, all we see in our lifetime is such scenes."

"Instead, Brother Dao, born in Tingchang Mountain, is truly enviable."

"I wonder what kind of celestial scenery there is in the mountains for cultivation. Brother Dao, why not share a bit with us and broaden our horizons!"

As the words fell, Chu Weiyang, hearing this somewhat familiar request, neither drew his sword nor spoke.

He just coldly stared at Liu Daoren, his pale face under the dim night becoming even more sinister.

His eyes, honed by the depths of the abyss, seemed to devour the surrounding mist!

Chu Weiyang just silently stared at Liu Daoren, continuously until the smile on Liu Daoren's face gradually disappeared.

Then that forced expression gradually became awkward, and finally, Liu Daoren neither smiled nor frowned, only awkwardly avoiding Chu Weiyang's gaze, unsure where to look.

At this moment, the white jade snake retracted into Chu Weiyang's sleeve, and the young man gently patted Wang Daoren's shoulder.

"Enough!"

Chu Weiyang's usual hoarse voice rang out, echoing in the forest and thick fog, becoming even more hazy.

But as soon as a human voice sounded, the tense atmosphere, as eerie as a demon, dissipated.

Seeing Liu Daoren about to smile again, Chu Weiyang coldly fixed his eyes on him like the poisonous snake on his wrist.

"Enough already!"

"Do you really want to know what Tingchang Mountain is like?"

"If I say it, would you really dare to listen?"

"If you provoke me, and if the toxic Qi really affects you, it's best to speak early. I'll settle it here, so as not to harm everyone's lives inside the passage later!"

"I didn't want to say harsh words, but today's chance encounter may lead to hurt feelings if certain things are not said. But if not said, repeatedly, it may lead to more trouble!"

"Liu Daoist, you've been surviving in this wilderness for a long time. You should understand the consequences of loose talk."

"After living until today, are you still so reckless?"

"No."

"I think you are testing me, testing me, or testing Tingchang Mountain!"

"No need for further explanations. It's best for you not to speak again. But if I hear similar words again, on the path to the underworld, don't blame me for turning ruthless!"

With just a few words, Liu Daoren's face turned red.

He seemed somewhat embarrassed.

But as Chu Weiyang requested, he did not say another word, just nodded towards the young man and turned away, leading the way alone.

In the same place, Chu Weiyang's brow slightly furrowed.

The aura of malevolence lingering around him, which could affect even the peak Qi Refinement stage Yan Jianming, let alone Liu Daoren, who was already tainted with toxic Qi.

Words spoken are bound to hurt, but Chu Weiyang had no choice but to speak.

After this brief commotion, a long silence and stillness enveloped everyone.

And the almost solid atmosphere of melancholy seemed to hint at a certain loneliness and solitude that lay ahead for Chu Weiyang.

Elsewhere in the forest.

Familiar spirit patterns and seals shone in the semi-suspended space, intertwining to form a series of restrictions, turning into invisible curtains that descended.

Now, as Yan Jianming's palm imprint fell, a corner of the curtain lifted, and Chun Yu Huai and Yan Jianming entered the restriction one after the other.

On the flat ground, a wooden building stood facing north, with a familiar plaque hanging on the front door, inscribed with three characters—Zhai Yu Lou.

Upon closer inspection, the characters were almost identical to the previous "Zhai Feng Lou" three characters.

At this moment, Chun Yu Huai stood first in the open space in front of Zhai Yu Lou, raising a hand with sword fingers pointing high, the fingertips picking up a bright yellow talisman.

Even without mana enveloping it, the talisman still emitted flashes of spiritual light, sending a chilling aura in an instant.

However, the hand raised high remained suspended, not descending for a long time.

Chun Yu Huai's entire face contorted with emotions, a kind of near-violent anger and frustration stemming from a brief disappointment!

The raging anger surged, and the killing intent in his eyes made Chun Yu Huai have a strong impulse at a certain moment to directly drop the talisman on Yan Jianming!

He couldn't even handle the slightest thing properly!

One after another mishaps on Yan Jianming's part along the journey south almost caused the thousand-year legacy of the Dongshan Chun family and the Tingchang Mountain to almost be ruined by this one person!

Yet he still thought he was clever, not realizing his mistakes!

It was infuriating...

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

After a while, Chun Yu Huai took a deep breath, and his contorted face gradually calmed down.

Even so, Chun Yu Huai did not turn around, just twisted his neck and glanced back at Yan Jianming.

The talisman was tucked into his sleeve, and Chun Yu Huai pointed towards Zhai Yu Lou, looking at Yan Jianming with cold, emotionless eyes.

"Master Uncle Yan! Where are the people you arranged here?"

At this moment, Yan Jianming seemed to finally realize that some things were beyond his control, even when facing Chun Yu Huai, he couldn't help but panic.

"Well... I did indeed arrange for him to be here. I only told him the location of Zhai Yu Lou, and even followed him for a while, just to go back and pick you up, that's all..."

Before Yan Jianming could finish, Chun Yu Huai waved his hand.

"So you didn't see him enter Zhai Yu Lou?"

"So you just lost track of the person you were supposed to watch over?"

"You were going back to pick me up? For what purpose?"

"Are you in a hurry to send me back?"

The more he spoke, the more Chun Yu Huai's anger surged.

"Yan Jianming! Rest assured! When we return to the sect, whether it's banishment, mutilation, amputation, pouring lead, breaking the spine..."

"I will let you choose for yourself!"

By the end of his words, Chun Yu Huai clenched his teeth, almost squeezing each word out from between them.

Hearing this, almost instantly, cold sweat broke out on Yan Jianming's forehead, and it was about to drip down.

His hands were half raised, not knowing if he was gesturing or trembling in fear.

Trembling, he spoke with a quivering tone, struggling to form coherent sentences.

"I... I really meant... for your own good, nephew..."

"I... I don't understand..."

"What should I do now?"

Perhaps overwhelmed by anger, at this moment, Chun Yu Huai closed his eyes in despair once again.

His words were no longer filled with anger but rather a calmness.

A terrifying calmness.

"What else can I do? Dig three feet into the ground to find him! Since I've said it here, you and that fugitive from the Sword Sect, only one of you is allowed to leave this forest alive!"

"I know you didn't understand anything beforehand."

"Even if you're clever and cause trouble, I shouldn't blame you, let alone shout at you. If Tingchang Mountain is to become a sacred place for the great sects, there must be respect for elders and juniors."

"Master Uncle Yan, in the past, I always respected you, didn't I?"

"But you need to continue living to be a good Master Uncle to me!"

"I'll be waiting here, waiting for your decision!"

"Stop—stop—!"

"You're stepping on my foot again!"

"Did you use talismans to escape from here?"

"Almost done, with the dissipating toxic Qi, there's no need to worry about that. Liu Daoist, find where the corner of the underground palace collapsed, let's go straight to the main hall of the palace!"

In the dark underground passage, a few people lined up, cautiously moving forward in the dark and collapsed passage.

Aware of the toxic Qi pervading the passage and the underground palace, fearing any sudden ignition might lead to unpredictable changes, the group cautiously advanced in the darkness, feeling their way to this point.

Of course, not everything was invisible.

At least, at this moment, Chu Weiyang, in this familiar environment, could almost vividly see the figures of everyone and the weathered traces on the broken stones in the passage.

This was a gift brought to Chu Weiyang by the difficult life in the Demon-sealing Cave over the years.

Slowly moving forward, Chu Weiyang meticulously examined those traces.

Under the weathered marks, there should have been some splendid reliefs.

But now, what Chu Weiyang could barely discern clearly were the deep carvings in the reliefs.

Upon a cursory glance, there were faint outlines of Daoists stepping into void, harmoniously arranged flowers, birds, fish, and insects, and several objects resembling tripods, urns, vessels, and sacrificial vessels.

Further back, with the collapse of the passage, everything had turned to rubble.

Such a sight pained Chu Weiyang deeply.

Perhaps the ethereal figure of the Daoist recorded in the relief detailed a certain supreme method of cultivation.

The harmonious arrangement of flowers, birds, fish, and insects might represent a visualization of a profound cultivation method.

And those sacrificial vessels might be secrets of refining high-quality treasures.

But all of this had turned to ashes and dust, and the shallow marks could no longer carry the legacy and inheritance of such methods.

The memories of past lives flooded back, striking Chu Weiyang's heart heavily, making him almost unable to breathe when he thought of these, causing him almost unbearable pain.

Wait—

Breathing?

Wait a moment—

Where are the people?

Chu Weiyang suddenly shook his head, realizing that everyone had disappeared from around him.

Even with the swaying of his head, he couldn't feel the weight of the basket on his back at this moment.

More importantly, the continuous pain and hunger originating from the toxic Qi and techniques on his sickly body seemed to have dissipated.

As if thinking about the past lives and present, Chu Weiyang's thoughts were almost uncontrollable, not seeming like his own.

From the Grave Robber to the Grave Keeper, from the exchange of artifacts to dancing in the tomb...

The flood of memories almost drowned Chu Weiyang's mind, making him almost unable to maintain a normal consciousness and thought process.

At this moment, a damp sensation suddenly emanated from the tiger's mouth of his right hand.

The momentary sting made the dizzy feeling dissipate like ice melting.

Taking a long breath, when he opened his eyes again, Chu Weiyang was still standing in the same place.

At the same time, the pain and hunger originating from the soul and the techniques that had been haunting Chu Weiyang's body seemed to have vanished.