An Moxue was surprised to hear such explosive news. She thought that since she hadn't heard about tomb raiding cases for a long time, the case had been closed, but that wasn't the case at all.

These people are so brazen! They think they're safe in the mountains, so they speak so loudly without any restraint. Listen to what they're saying!

"Those foolish villagers, give them a little something and they'll tell you everything they know, but after searching for so long, they still haven't found the right place. They've searched all the large tombs around here, is there really one?"

"If the information is accurate, then it should be there. Is something missing?"

"What else could we possibly miss? What's the difference between this and a carpet search? I don't know what's wrong with the militia around here, they're patrolling so frequently, it's hard to move anything out even if we find it."

"That's right. All I've found lately are pittances, not enough to do anything. I don't even want to continue."

"I heard a master of geomancy is coming to find the dragon veins and auspicious burial sites. I wonder if he'll be able to find them?"

"What exactly are they looking for that's making such a fuss about? We're all born and raised here, and we've never heard of any illustrious families or high-ranking officials' tombs, especially not a whole burial complex. Don't you find that strange?"

As they talked, An Moxue thought of her family's ancestral graves, which were also a large cemetery. She wondered if they had visited them, and until they left, she found no more useful information.

An Moxue no longer hesitated. She took out a map, compared it, determined the route, entered her space, led out the white dragon horse (the horse's name), rode on it, and galloped straight towards the ancestral graves.

Traveling day and night, with the two horses taking turns to travel, they finally arrived at the cemetery on the morning of the fifth day. After inspecting the cemetery, they found no trace of human activity. However, An Moxue had a question in her mind. Logically speaking, such a large cemetery, which was not particularly far from the village, should have been untouched by grave robbers. So why was it intact?

An Moxue, unwilling to give up, circled the cemetery again, but still had no clue.

Finally, she decided to pay respects to her ancestors and read their epitaphs. After reading them all, she discovered something interesting: all the ancestral epitaphs were filled with the dates of their birth and death, and stories of their loving marriages, as if they were competing to see who was the most loving couple. It was like a romance novel synopsis, which made her laugh. There was no mention of family glory, official rank, or contributions. Even the tombstones were the most ordinary. This ordinariness revealed something extraordinary. Her visit to the cemetery only deepened her doubts.

Where is the high priest buried? And the other priests?

It's a good thing your ancestors didn't hear your thoughts, or they would have been furious with you. They're alive and well! Alright, you unfilial descendant!

What's going on? Her father's family cemetery—he never told her about it, she'd never heard him mention it before. And then there's her mother's family cemetery—it's all so confusing.

Undeterred, they took out a metal detector and scanned the cemetery, but there was no sound at all. Could it be that their ancestor had foreseen this and made arrangements for future generations?

An Moxue couldn't give up. She went through all the stories her mother had told her in her memory, one by one, but still couldn't figure them out.

In the end, I had no choice but to give up. I'll deal with it later if any clues come up. There's no other way now.

He did a lot of things quickly but made no real progress. Feeling a bit discouraged, he took out his fishing rod from his spatial storage, found a spot with a good view by the lake, and started fishing with a small stool. As he fished, he wondered if he could catch a big fish, or even a wild boar to vent his frustrations on. He completely forgot how cautious he had been when he first came here.

Time slipped away unnoticed. The fishing rod twitched, and she tried to lift it to cast it upwards, but it wouldn't spin.

I had no choice but to slowly start playing the fish with my fishing rod. In the end, I caught a big carp weighing more than ten pounds. Just looking at it made me feel good.

Forget about things that are still unseen; living in the present is the most important thing. A fish healed her.

A large bowl of sour soup carp, paired with some glutinous rice wine, sit on a picnic mat, eat the fish, sip the wine, and enjoy the scenery of the lake and mountains.

Summers here are vibrant and lively, while winters are bleak and cold. An Moxue's experience is different every time she comes, but she always feels exceptionally relaxed and soothed. It's extremely comfortable to stay here.

After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, they headed home.

She returned home and carefully checked everything, finding nothing amiss. She then lit a fire, boiled water, heated the kang (a traditional heated bed), and cleaned the house.

Shouts came from outside the gate. An Moxue listened carefully and looked outside. It seemed to be Xiao Huzi. It was half dark and she couldn't see clearly.

She went outside, asking as she went, "Is that Little Tiger?"

"It's me, Aunt Moxue. Did you just get back?" Little Tiger's crisp voice rang out.

"Hmm, what's wrong?"

“Grandpa Ma has been visiting your house these past few days. He just left today, not long ago. I was playing outside when I saw smoke coming from your chimney, so I guessed you might be back.”

"Thank you for telling Auntie, Little Tiger. Here, this is a reward for you." She said, taking a piece of candy out of her pocket and handing it to Little Tiger.

Little Tiger was beaming as he took the candy. After thanking them, he skipped away.

An Moxue watched his skipping away and shook her head to herself. Children's happiness is so simple; a piece of candy can make them this happy.

She turned around and went back into the house, then continued cleaning until the fire in the stove had almost burned out. She took two pheasants and a rabbit from her spatial storage, put them in a basket, covered it with a cloth, and carried it towards Old Ma's house.

An Moxue pushed open the door and came into the room. When Old Ma saw her, he made no attempt to hide his admiration: "Oh, not bad, young people should have some edge."

An Moxue put down the basket and said, "Of course, we have to see who it is!"

Aunt Ma shook her head and smiled slightly, then said to An Moxue, "Come and sit down. Did you just get back?"

"Yes, Auntie, I just got back. I brought you some pheasants and rabbits in the basket."

"If you hunt it, keep it for yourself. It doesn't matter to us old folks whether we eat it or not. You're at the age where you're growing, so you should eat more good food to nourish yourself and make you healthier," Aunt Ma said with concern.

"Auntie, don't worry! I have plenty to eat."

Old Ma said, "You've been away for quite a while this time. How was it staying in the woods? Was it interesting?"

An Moxue said with a grin, "Thank you for your concern, Uncle Ma. I'm fine! I'm not injured. It's been quite fun, but it's been a long time without anyone to talk to, and I was worried I'd forgotten how to speak. That's why I rushed over here as soon as I got back." As she spoke, she stood up and gave Old Ma a traditional bow.

"You're always messing around with me! You're never serious." The father and son joked and laughed, making Aunt Ma both amused and exasperated.

"Uncle, I encountered a group of tomb raiders on my way back."