We soon arrived at the entrance to the imperial mausoleum.

Jiang Qingwan thought everyone would follow, but to her surprise, even Yan Yunqing didn't go in.

Only she and Bai Shuo entered, which made her earlier act of drawing talismans on Zhang Hengshui to test him seem somewhat unnecessary.

She pointed at Bai Shuo and asked, "Commander Yan, what if he kills me inside the imperial tomb? How will you protect me?"

Yan Yunqing said calmly, "Master Bai Shuo will not kill people."

Jiang Qingwan was speechless. "Aren't you afraid I'll pounce on him inside?"

That's very likely.

Yan Yunqing's face turned very sour.

"Ninth Prince's Consort, do you still remember that you are the Ninth Prince's Consort?"

"certainly."

Jiang Qingwan remained expressionless. "So, are you going in?"

Yan Yunqing gripped his longsword tightly, utterly bewildered as to why the Emperor Emeritus had ordered this woman to come along.

In terms of spiritual cultivation and attainment, Master Bai Shuo alone is sufficient.

He gritted his teeth and explained, "I am not a member of the royal family, and I cannot enter without being summoned."

Jiang Qingwan stopped urging him and looked at Bai Shuo with her beautiful eyes, smiling as she gestured for him to enter.

"The monks will go first."

This looks like a lamb being led into the jaws of a tiger.

As Jiang Qingwan followed him inside, Yan Yunqing suddenly cupped his hands in a salute.

"Ninth Princess Consort, would you like me to accompany you?"

Jiang Qingwan was already standing inside the imperial mausoleum when she heard this and glanced at him.

"If Commander Yan wants to enter, who can stop him?"

After speaking, he looked at Bai Shuo again.

"It's dark inside the imperial mausoleum, and I'm really scared. May I hold your sleeve?"

Yan Yunqing, his face still taut, made a larger gesture with his hands clasped in front of him and asked again in a loud voice.

"Ninth Princess Consort, would you like me to accompany you for protection?"

Jiang Qingwan rolled her eyes inwardly.

"Take ten guards inside to protect you, and the rest of you wait outside."

Yan Yunqing gritted his teeth.

"yes."

The imperial tomb is not actually blind.

The surrounding area was lit by ever-burning lamps, which, though not as bright as the outside, were still comparable to the moonlight at night.

Bai Shuo remained silent throughout, walking inside with practiced ease.

After he entered, he took out the box with the mechanism lock from his sleeve.

With Yan Yunqing there,

Jiang Qingwan breathed a slight sigh of relief, and only then did she have the mind to sense the spiritual energy flowing within the imperial mausoleum.

Whether it's the protective mountain array outside or the imperial mausoleum at this moment, the spiritual energy is more abundant than in other places.

But for some reason, the spiritual energy within this imperial tomb was somewhat chaotic.

It seemed as if it was deliberately trapped by something, rather than obtaining it by absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth through a feng shui dragon vein.

After walking around for a while, winding and turning, avoiding the main hall of the tomb and bypassing several side tombs, we went further in and saw even more eternal lamps stuck in the stone walls all around.

The spiritual energy here was not as chaotic as outside; it exuded a very cold aura, as if there were low dragon roars.

Jiang Qingwan subconsciously rubbed her arms and peeked out from behind Yan Yunqing.

Bai Shuo, who was ahead, also stopped at this moment.

She wasn't paying attention and her head bumped directly into Yan Yunqing's back.

Commander Yan, who was known as the number one expert in the Great Zhou Dynasty, sprang up almost instantly, took several steps back, and glared at her with extremely complicated and angry eyes.

It was as if she had done something utterly rebellious.

Jiang Qingwan raised her hand to rub her forehead, looking completely bewildered.

"The Ninth Prince's Consort."

Bai Shuo suddenly called out to her, drawing her gaze.

She subconsciously took two steps forward.

We also saw the appearance of the Nine Dragons Formation, with nine dragons gathered together, suspended in mid-air, each with its own unique features.

Before she could take a closer look, Bai Shuo pointed ahead and ordered, "You deal with the mercury in the pit."

Jiang Qingwan looked down.

Beneath the nine dragons hanging high above, there is a deep pit filled with flowing mercury, which is slowly rising.

If the boundary is breached, the water will overflow into the entire imperial mausoleum, depending on the terrain.

No wonder the royal family was in such a hurry to make repairs.

This must be a trap set after the formation was broken.

She shook her head sincerely.

"I can't do it."

Bai Shuo turned to look at her, "So what can you do?"

Jiang Qingwan pointed to the box he was holding in both hands.

“I can hold the box for you so you can free your hands to cast spells.”

Seeing that he remained silent, she added another sentence.

"The Emperor Emeritus's decree allows me to accompany him, but he does not require me to get involved in the repairs. I hope the Master will not make things difficult for me."

Bai Shuo stared at her coldly for a while, and then actually handed her the box.

Throughout the entire process, there was no emotional fluctuation whatsoever.

When Jiang Qingwan reached out to take it, she accidentally touched Bai Shuo's fingertips.

It was soft to the touch but had no warmth, yet it carried a very strong spiritual power.

Pure and clean.

Jiang Qingwan frowned.

After handing over the box, Bai Shuo walked forward. Without stopping, he stepped into the air above the mercury pit. The spiritual energy within the Nine Dragons Formation made his robes flutter and his white hair rise, making him look even more like a hermit immortal.

The soldiers who followed were all seeing this scene for the first time. They all looked on with admiration and uncontrollably knelt on the ground, as if they were paying homage to a god.

Yan Yunqing had an extremely strong will; he only swayed for a moment before standing upright again.

Jiang Qingwan looked up at Bai Shuo forming hand seals, and as one golden array after another fell, her doubts grew stronger.

The hand seals remaining in the defensive altar within the Spirit Guard camp were clearly a unique technique of the Zhuge Clan, while Bai Shuo's hand seals did not originate from the Zhuge Clan.

Therefore, the mountain-protecting formation and the Nine Dragons Formation were not set up by Bai Shuo.

As the golden magic circle fell, the mercury in the pit flowed back into the mechanism.

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