"Alive, everyone is still alive. It's really wonderful."
Mo Nian couldn't help but shed tears. The moment the Fengxian Hall shattered, he clung tightly to Liu Zongying, thinking he was about to disappear with her.
Unexpectedly, he was saved and had already ascended to the Immortal Realm. For the first time, he felt how good life truly was.
He was saved by that mysterious dragon clan expert and learned that everyone else was alive. At that moment, his heart was filled with gratitude, so much so that he wept bitterly.
"Crack, crack, crack..."
Mo Nian was moved and cried his heart out, when suddenly a strange noise came from nearby. Only then did he realize this was actually a cemetery.
Not far from him stood a tombstone, extremely old. An elderly man dressed in gray was tapping the tombstone, holding a chisel in one hand and a hammer in the other.
By now, dusk had fallen, and he was once again in a graveyard. Seeing this scene, even Mo Nian, who was bold beyond words, couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine. Could it be that he hadn't been saved, but really died?
"Old man, it's already dark. Why aren't you going home to sleep? What are you doing here?" Mo Nian mustered her courage and stepped forward to ask.
The old man didn't even look up, continuing to hammer, his voice somewhat sinister: "Child, you should sleep first. Someone got my name wrong, so let me fix it." Mo
Nian's head buzzed, and all the emotion he felt just now vanished. He didn't even know if he was alive or dead anymore.
"Heh, kid, you carry the aura of a grave corpse. You're not that timid, are you?"
At this moment, the gray-robed elder put down the chisel and hammer in his hand, slowly turned his head, and Mo Nian was stunned because the old man looked scruffy from behind, but his appearance was immortal and noble.
"I have failed to recognize a worthy man. Please forgive me, senior." Mo Nian was quite alert. Although he didn't know who this old man was, with his years of experience, his intuition told him that this man was definitely an extraordinary figure.
The old man waved his hand: "No need to talk about those useless things. I'll scout the area today... Ahem, after wandering here, I suddenly felt a surge of emotion and couldn't help but linger a little longer, only to see you.
I've been very busy with many social engagements on my shoulders, so I'll only give you the time it takes to burn an incense stick to show yourself. If you satisfy me, I can accept you as my disciple." Mo
Nian was momentarily stunned, not understanding what the old man meant. The old man said impatiently, "
Let's get straight to the point. What do you think of this cemetery?"
Mo Nian suddenly remembered that the gray-robed elder had mentioned scouting the spot. He immediately understood something, glanced around, and then cautiously said, "
This cemetery faces the Gen position in front, with its back to the Kun position, narrow on both sides and wide in the middle. It's a typical tomb where Gen and Kun connect."
The wind comes from the northeast, and the water enters from the southwest. If I'm not mistaken, the large tomb in the middle of these tombs should be a feng shui cave.
So this main tomb is meant to be discreet and likely hides a trap, and the main tomb is located three hundred zhang to the north, ..." As soon as the topic of the tomb layout was discussed, Mo Nian began to speak at length.
Mo Nian might not be great at many other things, but his experience in tomb raiding made him the true number one in Tianwu. He had even dug up the Evil God's Tomb several times, and was thoroughly familiar with all kinds of feng shui layouts.
Seeing Mo Nian's eyes shining with confidence and expression, a smile gradually appeared on the old man's face.
Once Mo Nian opened the conversation box, he couldn't hold back: "Northeast and southwest are both earth positions, Gen Earth and Kun Earth respectively. It shows that the descendants of this tomb owner are not prosperous, and they want to change this pattern through this arrangement."
Most of these tombstones face southwest, likely referring to the descendants of the tomb owner, whose family has few daughters. Huh? Their family doesn't want males, but wants to fill in females? At
this point, Mo Nian became increasingly suspicious, wondering if he had said it wrong.
"Hahaha, kid, you've got some skills. This is a clan led by a woman, you read that right.
You're mostly correct, but some of the claims show huge differences between the Immortal Realm and the Mortal Realm.
The fact that you remember so much proves your exceptional talent and your genuine passion for this great cause, which is excellent. The old man laughed heartily, very satisfied with Mo Nian's performance, and it seemed to far exceed his expectations.
"Kid, you're very good and lucky. Meeting me, within the nine heavens and ten earths, our lineage is known by everyone.
Enough, time is short. You may become my disciple. From today on, you are my disciple, and I will pass on everything I have learned in my life to you. The gray-robed elder stood up.
"Disciple Mo Nian, greetings to Master."
Mo Nian was overjoyed and immediately performed the three kneels and nine bows. He hadn't expected his luck to be so good—just upon arriving in the Immortal Realm, a master would take him as his disciple. From now on, he could rise swiftly and dominate the world.
"Hahaha, good, good disciple. Remember, your master's name is Shangque Xiade."
"What?" Mo Nian could hardly believe her ears. Had someone named her 'shameless'?
"It's 'que'—the 'que' in palace gates, but they always call me 'the wicked Daoist.' Sometimes I've been influenced by them, so my pronunciation isn't quite accurate." The old man chuckled.
After the old man smiled, the previously immortal demeanor completely disappeared. There was a hint of sinister sinister in his smile, making Mo Nian feel as if he had been tricked.
"Good disciple, come, this is a gift from me to meet you." As he spoke, the old man took out a pitch-black iron cap and handed it to Mo Nian.
Mo Nian was stunned. The hat was pitch black, with not a trace of divine markings. No matter how you looked at it, it didn't seem like anything good.
"Master, I ...," Mo Nianxiang tactfully replied, though he didn't like this thing.
Daoist Que De seemed to understand Mo Nian's meaning and took out a pair of worn-out leather boots. Mo Nian nearly fainted. This master was way too stingy—what on earth was this?
Mo Nian felt increasingly impulsive, feeling deceived, but he calmly probed, "
Master, my weapon shattered when I descended to the lower realm. Look at ...."
"You child, do you really think I'm that stingy?" Not even giving you a handy weapon? Daoist Quede chuckled.
As he spoke, a shovel over three feet long appeared in his hand. Seeing it, Mo Nian nearly fainted.
"Senior, I use a bow." Mo Nian was furious. He felt he had been tricked and simply stopped calling him 'Master.'
"I know you are hardworking. Don't worry, with your diligence and talent, under my guidance, you will surely become a great figure that shakes the heavens and earth." It was unclear whether Daoist Quede didn't understand or was pretending not to.
"Child, do you know the real meaning behind giving you this shovel?" Daoist Quede put away his playful grin and spoke seriously.
"What?" Mo Nian was taken aback.
"Start with a shovel, but all treasures come from digging." Daoist Quede stroked his long beard and spoke very seriously.
"Damn, you're so heartless, giving me these worthless things? And you want me to followAre you just messing around? Mo Nian finally lost his temper and cursed loudly.
"Hehe, how else would I call me Daoist Quede?" Daoist Que De didn't get angry but laughed, speaking contentedly:
"Besides, you'll soon understand what I'm giving you for all these things."
"Buzz!"
At that moment, the void trembled, countless terrifying auras erupted, immortal light dazzled, forming a grand formation that covered the entire area.
A roaring voice rang out: "Digging graves is a bunch of rats, come out and prepare to die." "