"Huff, huff..."

Yang Guo was drenched in sweat. Although he was already a third-rate martial artist, the speed of the green ox was too fast. This was even with Li Daoyi stopping to wait for him from time to time. However, his half-baked lightness skill was still too difficult to use. In half a day, he had only run less than fifty miles.

"I'm so tired, so exhausted..." Yang Guo gasped for breath.

"It's just a marathon, why make such a big deal out of it?" Li Daoyi complained, unaware that without his immortal powers, he probably wouldn't even be able to run ten miles.

"He has exceeded my expectations. He can run for so long without stopping," Dongfang Bubai praised. You have to know that Yang Guo was just an ordinary child three days ago, and because he hadn't been getting enough nutrition for so many years, his physical condition was very poor. The fact that he could persevere was entirely due to his willpower and Mu Nianci's expectant and encouraging gaze.

"Alright, take a break," Li Daoyi said.

Yang Guo immediately collapsed to the ground.

"Guo'er!" Mu Nianci exclaimed in shock and jumped off the oxcart.

Dongfang Bubai also quickly leaped over.

Fortunately, Yang Guo was only exhausted. The two quickly took out water and fed it to him. After a while, he gradually recovered.

Only then did Li Daoyi begin to properly examine his surroundings.

"This place is close to West Lake, with a majestic and auspicious landscape, nestled against the mountains and beside the water, with evergreen pines and cypresses, and the sounds of birds and the fragrance of flowers. It is indeed a wonderful place with excellent feng shui," Li Daoyi couldn't help but sigh.

"Daoist Master, if you go any further over there, you'll reach the tomb of Yue Fei." Mu Nianci's voice came from that moment.

Li Dao was immediately startled.

"Yue Fei's tomb?"

“Yes, I often accompanied my father to sweep the tombs when I was a child.” Mu Nianci nodded; she was naturally referring to Yang Tiexin.

Li Daoyi suddenly realized that Yue Fei had been buried near West Lake.

“Let’s go. Now that we’re here, how can we not go and see this place where heroes rest in peace?” Li Daoyi said.

“Yes, Lord Yue is a great hero, and it is indeed worth a visit.” Dongfang Bubai nodded.

They then tossed the still-recovering Yang Guo onto the oxcart, and the group, led by Mu Nianci, entered a small path that led to the cemetery.

As they got closer to Yue Fei's tomb, Dongfang Bubai felt a strange energy that made his mood heavy.

"There are actually people here." Soon, three or four people appeared on the road. However, these people all looked to be disabled. They seemed to be veterans who had been on the battlefield, and there was still a trace of the killing intent left on their bodies.

When these people saw the oxcart, they only showed a slight surprise, then nodded to the group in a friendly manner, and then helped each other walk back.

"People often come to pay their respects at Yue Fei's tomb, especially these veterans. Most of them are wounded veterans who deeply admire Yue Fei," Mu Nianci explained.

Li Daoyi turned back to look at the staggering figures of the veterans, lost in thought.

The oxcart traveled about a mile further before a majestic cemetery came into view. Towering trees lined the front of the cemetery, and a road paved with gravel extended into it.

Mu Nianci helped Yang Guo down from the oxcart, as people were not allowed to ride in carts freely in this area.

Just as Li Daoyi stepped into the cemetery, a strong wind suddenly blew up, causing the surrounding trees to sway violently.

"Moo..."

The blue ox then roared inside. The strong wind gradually subsided afterward.

Let's go.

The group walked along the pebble path.

After walking about a hundred steps, a tomb came into view.

"The Tomb of Yue Fei, the Prince of Ezhou of the Great Song Dynasty".

A stone tablet appeared before them, with incense, candles, and offerings placed in front of it. There were also ashes of burnt paper money on the ground, clearly left by the old soldiers who had just left.

"Guo'er, kneel down quickly." Mu Nianci hurriedly pressed down on Yang Guo's shoulder.

Yang Guo knelt down in front of the tomb.

"Yang Guo kowtowed to Prince Yue." He then obediently began to kowtow.

At this moment, Dongfang Bubai and Mu Nianci also knelt down simultaneously.

Li Daoyi also knelt down, adjusting his robes.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew up again, heading straight for Li Daoyi.

"Huh?" Li Dao was taken aback for a moment.

Then he waved his hand forward, and an invisible barrier appeared in front of him, instantly blocking the wind and causing the surrounding fallen leaves to dance in the air.

"I understand." Li Daoyi nodded slightly, then clasped his hands together and bowed to the tomb.

The eerie wind then dissipated.

"What was that just now?" Dongfang Bubai slowly stood up and asked in confusion. They had all seen what had just happened.

"I almost forgot who I am," Li Daoyi said with a wry smile.

He was no ordinary man, and his tomb could not possibly accept his kneeling.

"Alas, thirty years of fame and glory are but dust and dirt, eight thousand miles of road are but clouds and moon. Do not idly let your youthful head turn white, only to be filled with empty sorrow."

"It is truly a fortunate occasion to meet Lord Yue today," Li Daoyi said, referring to the tomb.

Immediately afterwards, the branches around us began to sway in the wind, making a rustling sound as if in response.

The group looked at Li Daoyi in surprise, only to see him frowning.

“I don’t intend to get involved in these matters anymore,” Li Daoyi said.

The others were even more surprised and looked around, wondering who he was talking to.

"Alas, you never understood until your death that the country and the people are nothing more than things that can be discarded at any time in the face of power, including even your life," Li Daoyi continued with a sigh.

"Master... Master, who... who are you talking to?" Yang Guo asked tremblingly.

Then Mu Nianci covered Yang Guo's mouth.

Li Daoyi ignored Yang Guo and continued speaking.

"More than fifty years have passed, and your obsession remains so deep. Can you tell me, is it for the Song Dynasty, or for the people of the world?"

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."

"Swish, swish, swish..."

The wind around them picked up and grew stronger, and the tree branches swayed more violently.

At the same time, in the woods a few dozen feet away, on a large tree, a figure was secretly looking this way. The person was about seventy years old, with a ruddy complexion, white hair and a full beard, and clothes that were patched but very clean. What was most eye-catching was the large gourd behind him.

"My goodness, who is this little Taoist priest talking to?" the old man couldn't help but mutter as he watched the scene unfold.

Li Daoyi's ears twitched slightly, but he didn't pay any attention to it.

"I can't guarantee it, but I'll try my best. Sigh, it's really a troublesome matter," Li Daoyi continued.

"Guo'er, bring me my sword."

"Ah... okay," Yang Guo quickly replied. He then ran to the Green Ox's side and took down the Green Steel Sword.

"Clang..." Yang Guo drew his sword.

"Wow..." The little guy's eyes widened immediately; it was the first time he had ever seen Li Daoyi's sword.

"Sword, come!" Li Daoyi gestured with his right hand.

"Whoosh..."

The sword flew from Yang Guo's hand and entered Li Daoyi's hand.

"Wow... impressive skills." The old man in the woods exclaimed, his eyes lighting up.

Li Daoyi held his sword upright in front of his chest, made a hand gesture with his left hand, and then began to mutter incantations.

"Wandering souls, where do they stay? The three souls have long since descended, and the seven spirits have arrived. Palaces and prisons, tombs and forests, all are filled with false alarms and strange occurrences, and the true souls have been lost."

After reciting the words, Li Daoyi began to move. He stepped on the Seven Star Step, his movements graceful and elegant, like a catkin in the wind. His sword instantly left his hand and flew and circled in the air like a dragon.

Suddenly, Li Daoyi stopped and then started muttering to himself again.

"Now I beseech the Mountain God, the Five Wandering Generals, the Local Earth God, the Kitchen God of the Household, and I, your servant, to diligently search for and retrieve the soul, to possess it, and to rouse its spirit. Open the Heavenly Gate, open the Earthly Gate, and let the children from a thousand miles away deliver the soul. I respectfully beseech the Supreme Lord Laozi to grant this command swiftly."

“The soul returns, the spirit comes.”

Li Dao gave one last loud shout.

"Snap, snap..."

A sudden clap of thunder echoed in the twilight sky.

"Whoosh..."

A strong wind picked up again from all around.

"Rumble..."

Thunder rumbled.

"What is that?" Yang Guo suddenly exclaimed, pointing at the tomb.

Mu Nianci and Dongfang Bubai looked over immediately, only to see a golden phantom three zhang tall appearing above the tomb. It was a human figure, and the two couldn't help but be so surprised that they couldn't close their mouths.

The figure was handsome. He had a large, square face, a broad forehead, sparse eyebrows, full cheeks, round eyes, a pointed nose, and a long, double chin without a beard. He was neatly dressed, wearing a purple python robe, with gold armor on his arms and martial boots on his feet. His right hand was clenched in a fist and placed forward, while his left hand rested on his sword behind him. His gaze was piercing, fixed on the distance.

Isn't he just Yue Fei, Yue Wumu?

"bite…"

"bite…"

The system notification sounded continuously.

Then, Yue Fei's phantom bowed to Li Daoyi before transforming into a golden light and flying into the Qinggang Sword.

"Buzzing..."

The sword that had been flying through the air also stopped, its blade gleaming with a milky white light, and slowly descended towards Li Daoyi.

"A noble spirit." Li Daoyi caught the sword and couldn't help but say.