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As soon as he heard my voice, Mu Xuanche dashed forward to chase after the shadow.
Moments later, he returned and shook his head at us.
The fact that even Mu Xuanche lost track of it made things quite intriguing, adding to the mystery of this tomb.
With a grim expression, Mu Xuanche stepped forward and turned the two large doors on the stone gate first to the left twice, then to the right twice.
With a creaking sound, the heavy door was pushed open by Mu Xuanche.
Seeing that he was leading the way, we cautiously stepped inside.
We passed through a wide path and encountered another stone door. This one was much more elaborate than the first, adorned with a famous Micro School relief depicting the scene of Eight Immortals Cross the Sea.
On either side stood two Stone Lions. Unlike ordinary Stone Lions, these two appeared particularly imposing, especially with their eyeballs highlighted with gold powder, adding a touch of artistry.
As if he was very familiar with this place, Mu Xuanche reached out and pressed back on the eyes of both Stone Lions, causing the stone door ahead to open automatically.
Mu Xuanche pulled me inside, followed closely by Bai Qiling and the others.
The ground was paved with blue bricks. We had only taken two steps when suddenly, my feet gave way, and I fell down.
I was tightly embraced by Mu Xuanche, his calm voice ringing in my ears.
"Hold your stomach."
Suddenly realizing, I wrapped my arms tightly around my belly, protecting the child inside.
"Ah,"
It wasn't my scream; it was the voice of Shangguan Mingyue from above.
I wanted to rush up to save her, but I felt somewhat helpless.
Seemingly sensing my worry, Mu Xuanche comforted me, "Bai Qiling is here; she will be fine."
"Why does Bai Qiling seem to have such a good relationship with you? Have you known each other for a long time?"
This question that had lingered in my mind finally slipped out.
He cast a calm glance at me with his deep, piercing eyes and replied indifferently, "I saved his soul; we've known each other for ten years."
I hadn't expected there to be such a backstory. Although I didn't know what Bai Qiling had encountered that required Mu Xuanche to intervene and protect his soul, it certainly counted as a life-saving grace. No wonder Bai Qiling was so protective of him.
Finally calming down, I stood up, wrapping my arms around Mu Xuanche's neck.
I took out the flashlight I had brought and illuminated the area.
The intricately carved ornaments and the reliefs of the Flower Board, along with the beautifully painted murals on the walls, all appeared so lavish and opulent.
As I examined the content of the murals closely, I noticed they depicted images of maidens dressed in ancient attire. Could this place be an ancient tomb?
"Mu Xuanche, do you know who is buried here?"
My question darkened his expression, making it look quite grim.
His face, as beautiful as a sculpture, was now filled with a fierce anger that gathered in his eyes, glaring at me.
"Buried here is a damned Daoist."
His words only deepened my confusion. How could there possibly be a Daoist buried here?
The decorations and artifacts around us looked like they belonged to the tomb of an ancient noble, certainly not something that would belong to a Daoist living a simple life.
"I don't believe it," I said, shaking my head as I looked at Mu Xuanche. He then explained further.
It turned out that this place was originally the tomb of a princess from the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period, known as "Jin Ping." It was once surrounded by lush mountains and clear waters, a perfect resting place. For some reason, it had later been altered by a Daoist, transforming it into an Extreme Yin Land.
After the Daoist's death, he arranged for his descendants to bury him here, effectively taking over the tomb.
Such unscrupulous behavior made me furious. How could this Daoist still be called a Daoist? Was he even considered a practitioner of cultivation?
I was so angry that I pulled Mu Xuanche and asked, "Who is this Daoist? Which temple does he belong to that is so shameless?"
Mu Xuanche stared at me and replied with disdain, "Your family’s."
I was taken aback. My family?
Isn't our temple Xuanzong? Could this Daoist be from Xuanzong?
"Look, I've figured it out," Mu Xuanche said straightforwardly, no longer hiding anything. "It's the master of Lingyunzi, the previous head of the Xuanzong."
The master of my master, the former head of the Xuanzong—doesn't that make him my ancestor? I had just called him an old wretch, and now it felt like a flood had washed over the Dragon King's temple; I didn't even recognize my own kin.
To avoid any awkwardness, I pulled Mu Xuanche to leave.
"Alright, let's not linger here. Let's head out first."
Upon hearing this, a cold smile appeared on Mu Xuanche's face. "You don't plan to look for your parents anymore?"
I hadn't told him about what had just happened. With Mingyue and Bai Qiling both absent, it was the perfect opportunity.
I took out the blue cloth bag hidden beneath my clothes and handed it to Mu Xuanche.
After examining it, he frowned slightly. A strange light flickered in his dark eyes as he smirked. "Liu Qingfeng is quite slippery."
I quickly asked him, "So that means my parents are okay, right?"
He nodded. I pressed further, "Do you know where my parents are?"
"I don't know. Liu Qingfeng is always full of tricks. He is Lingyunzi's junior brother and gave up his position as the head of Xuanzong to guard his master's spirit here. Who knows what schemes he has up his sleeve?"
Mu Xuanche revealed another big secret: Liu Qingfeng was actually Lingyunzi's junior brother and also part of Xuanzong.
No wonder he knew Lingyunzi and understood his temperament so well; he seemed to know so much.
"Let's go. Since your parents aren't here, there's no need to disturb this old man for now. We wouldn't want him to get angry and cause a ruckus."
I looked at Mu Xuanche, "How can we go anywhere? We're surrounded by walls, and the air is so thin. What are we supposed to do?"
He didn't respond but grabbed my arm and shook the silver bracelet on my wrist three times.
I was puzzled about how he knew to use that bracelet when suddenly a shadow flashed in front of me, startling me enough to turn and hide in Mu Xuanche's embrace.
He pulled me back, appearing unfazed.
Looking down, I saw a long-haired creature kneeling in front of us. It resembled a monkey, but its bronze-colored skin made it look more like a ghost that had been dead for years.
"What is that thing?" I asked.
Mu Xuanche explained, "Grave Guardian."
The last Grave Guardian I encountered was as black as coal, and this one looked like a monkey. These Ancients sure were strange, always conjuring up these bizarre creatures.
"Why did you call it here?"
This time, Mu Xuanche didn't answer. Instead, he gestured to the Grave Guardian, which then stood up and walked ahead.
He pulled me along behind it. The Grave Guardian moved incredibly fast, constantly forging ahead.
When it encountered a wall, it smashed through with a punch; when it met stones, they shattered into pieces.
Its running style was quite odd—not a normal forward run but rather a zigzag pattern.
Because of its speed, Mu Xuanche worried I wouldn't keep up, so he carried me as we ran.
Two people moved at such a fast pace, and with their strange postures, Mu Xuanche could barely keep up.
"What is he doing?" I asked Mu Xuanche.
"Avoiding traps. This Tomb is filled with numerous mechanisms, and only the Grave Guardian knows how to evade them. That rotten Taoist controlled the Grave Guardian to enter here; otherwise, it would have been impossible to get in."
I see, no wonder Mu Xuanche wanted to use my bracelet to summon the Grave Guardian earlier.
But how did he know the purpose of my bracelet? Looking down, I noticed that the bracelet on my wrist had darkened again.
It seemed that its power was limited; this thing was precious, and I couldn't afford to use it carelessly next time.
I didn't know how long we had been running when I heard the sound of flowing water in the distance.
The Grave Guardian before us also vanished, slipping into some hole.
Mu Xuanche turned to look at me and asked, "Can you swim?"
I was just a landlubber; I couldn't swim at all, not even floating in water.
He lunged forward, pressing his lips against mine in a kiss.
As I was still pondering why he would do this at such a moment,
"Splash!"
With a loud noise, I fell into the water.
The sudden surge of powerful water startled me, causing me to struggle desperately.
However, my hand was tightly held by Mu Xuanche, unable to move. Thinking of the lips in front of me, I tried my best to pry open his mouth to gain some air.
I had forgotten that he was already a corpse, with no breath at all.
In despair, I closed my eyes as water continuously filled my ears, making my head feel like it was about to explode.
The dizziness overwhelmed me, and soon after, everything went black; I lost all sense of what was happening.
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