Tianya stood still, head bowed, slowly lighting a cigarette, a slight smile playing on his lips:

“I’m waiting for that day, Master.”

Although Yan Dingyun said to hurry up and finish the mission, there were indeed enough medicinal herbs in the tomb ruins, and it took two whole days for so many people to finish.

Fengling continued to cause trouble, but she didn't do anything else. It was just that the Bai family was constantly being targeted.

In two days, the Bai family gained almost nothing.

"Lord Pavilion Master, we've almost finished harvesting the medicinal herbs. According to the count, we have a total of two thousand kinds of herbs, including two kinds of top-grade herbs, 15 kinds of excellent herbs, and more than 500 kinds of superior herbs. It's been a very fruitful harvest!"

Yan Dingyun's expression remained grim.

"Besides medicinal herbs and terracotta warriors, is there anything else? Like ancient armor or something?"

The man shook his head:

"We did find some places to store things, but they were all empty."

What about inheritance?

"Nothing was found either."

"Wind chimes..."

Yan Dingyun looked at the wind chimes in the distance, gritting her teeth and staring intently.

What else did you find in this tomb ruins?

He wanted to ask, but he knew the wind chime wouldn't tell!

Damn it, even the books on the bookshelf were stolen by the demons.

Without a doubt, the Qin Dynasty tomb ruins, which the spiritual master world had valued for so long, did not meet Yan Dingyun's expectations at all.

They tried combining spiritual techniques and inheritance, but gained nothing.

If the tomb opens again next time, the Feng family must absolutely, absolutely not be allowed to enter!

Yan Dingyun looked at the person next to him:

"What did the Feng family acquire in terms of medicinal herbs this time?"

The man said in a deep voice:

"Three top-grade items, over 200 superior-grade items..."

That's all?

Yan Dingyun felt slightly relieved, at least in terms of medicine, Ling Shu Pavilion had recovered some of its losses.

"By the way, Pavilion Master, the alchemists who were sent here said that the soil here is in a state of complete purity from two thousand years ago, which is very suitable for cultivating spiritual herbs. We can take some back with us."

At this moment, the alchemists were still squatting on the ground, examining the soil in the tomb ruins.

Feng Ling walked by with a sullen face:

What are you doing?

The alchemists frowned slightly when they saw Feng Ling approaching.

"Soil detection, what's wrong?"

Feng Ling said coldly:

"roll."

"ah?"

The alchemists were all taken aback, and the surrounding spirit masters also looked over. Yan Dingyun said: ...

Are they going to cause trouble again?

You were quiet for two days!

Those alchemists were all apprentices of the alchemy masters of the Ling Shu Pavilion, and this was the first time they had seen such impolite juniors.

Although he was Feng Ling, his expression was also very unpleasant as he said:

"What do you mean? You want us to get out? Is this your Feng family's land?"

His tone was uncompromising.

Feng Ling said with some anger in her eyes:

"I know what you're up to. You see this soil is good and want to take it back, right?"

The man said in a deep voice:

"Since you know that, then don't get in the way..."

Bang!

The alchemist who was squatting on the ground was kicked away by the wind chime!

"Wind chimes!"

Yan Dingyun roared and immediately stepped forward, looking at Feng Ling with cold eyes, wondering what had suddenly gotten into him.

"Don't go too far!"

Feng Ling glared at Yan Dingyun and shouted angrily:

"You guys are the ones who should go too far!"

He pointed to the ground beneath his feet:

"Those people, those predecessors, once shed their blood and gave their lives here. Each of them used up the last drop of blood in their bodies and burned their lives to seal the ninth-level demon king for two thousand years!"

"It can be said that without them, there might not be a China today."

"This place contains not only their bones, but also their souls. You took the medicinal herbs, and now you want to take away their burial ground?"

"How can you do this to the millions of heroic souls who died on this land?!"

!!

The roar of the wind chimes startled everyone, and the people in the tomb fell silent.

Something feels off, but I don't know how to refute it.

He makes a very good point.

If Wang He in the other world heard these words, his soul would explode with rage.

Why didn't you say that when you were digging up my grave?!

At this moment, Yan Dingyun said calmly:

"You're the last person who's good at digging up graves, you have no right to say that!"

"Huh!? Digging up someone's grave?"

"Oh right, I heard that. I heard he sent people to dig up all the graves of his predecessors!"

"Really? Wow, Wind Chime, aren't you afraid of having a son without a male heir if you do something like this?"

Feng Ling's lips twitched, and she quickly explained:

"I was just getting the seniors out for some fresh air."

Everyone: ...

Is this even human language?

Everyone looked at Fengling with disdain, but Fengling remained unaffected and said in a serious tone:

"Besides, I've already filled that hole back in."

"Would that even work!"

The crowd shouted in silence.

Yan Dingyun said calmly:

"I think you're trying to embezzle this prime land, aren't you?"

Feng Ling frowned upon hearing this:

How could you have such an idea?

Yan Dingyun immediately replied:

"Because that's what you think!"

"I don't care, nobody is going to take this soil away."

Everyone present:

"You really thought that! I almost fell for your trick!"

"Wind chime! You're trying to be a liar again, aren't you!"

Hehehe...

The wind chimes chuckled twice and clapped their hands:

"housekeeper!"

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