I saw Qingling Daoist again.
"Is this why you went to such lengths to get us into the Ghost King's Tomb?"
Mu Qing spoke coldly at this moment, her dark pupils staring at Mu Xinxin, the red marks at the corners of her eyes particularly sharp.
Mu Xinxin didn't reply to him, but turned to look at Wen Zheng: "What do you think?"
Wen Zheng frowned, her expression furrowed in thought. This unusual demeanor made Mu Xinxin's heart sink, and she continued to ask, "Do you still consider me a friend?"
Mu Xinxin looked at Wen Zheng, the ghostly energy in her body seemed to freeze at this moment, waiting for her reply.
Mu Qing also stopped what he was doing and looked at Wen Zheng. He wanted to know if Wen Zheng would be angry or upset after learning that her new friend had harbored malicious intentions from the very beginning.
The two people's gazes brought Wen Zheng back to her senses. She frowned and said, "So we can't leave the Ghost King's Tomb?"
Mu Xinxin: "...You can go out."
"As long as I can get out, nothing else matters." Wen Zheng wasn't angry.
In that situation, she knew that Mu Xinxin had told her about the Ghost King's Tomb on her own initiative. Admittedly, the other party had ulterior motives, but this was the only way for her to escape.
Mu Xinxin looked at Wen Zheng for a long time, and finally smiled and said, "From now on, you are my friend. In the future, as long as you ask, I will definitely do it without harming the interests of the Ghost Clan."
Wen Zheng's eyes lit up after hearing this: "Anything is fine? Can you find me a mortician?"
"You're looking for a mortician?"
"Yes, I have something I'd like to trouble them with." Wen Zheng didn't tell Mu Xinxin about her damaged meridians, only saying it was a private matter.
Mu Xinxin didn't expose her little scheme and said, "If we can get out, I'll bring the corpse-stitching craftsman to find you. But first, I need to find the ghost bones of the previous Ghost King to improve my cultivation and get out." After she finished speaking, she started walking towards the coffin of the previous Ghost King in the middle of the tomb.
Wen Zheng's gaze shifted to the enormous coffin on the platform. The white jade coffin was engraved with patterns of ghost flowers, the stamens of which were so red they looked as if they were dripping blood, making it look particularly eerie.
She glanced at it twice and then looked away, her gaze falling on the small door to the side.
The small door led to what appeared to be a separate tomb chamber, pitch black inside. The thick black mist seemed to be held captive by something, clinging tightly to the tomb chamber door and not flowing out.
Wen Zheng was just watching when the storage bag suddenly became hot. She quickly took out the hot item inside, which was the Azure Spirit Brocade Brush.
The peach blossom petals lit up on the pen shimmered, and the pen was so hot that Wen Zheng could barely hold it.
Intuition told her that there was something in that tomb, but seeing the ghostly aura surrounding the door, Wen Zheng stopped and asked Mu Qing beside her, "Senior brother, do you have time?"
Mu Qing had just woken Qi Sheng up when she heard this, and the corners of her mouth turned down slightly: "Speak."
"Do you think it's dangerous in there?" Wen Zheng pointed to the small tomb chamber.
I've heard that people with high cultivation levels are also more sensitive to danger. I wonder if Mu Qing can sense it.
Mu Qing looked in the direction Wen Zheng was pointing, her consciousness leaving her body and passing through the door formed by ghostly energy. The space inside was very small, containing only a small coffin that looked like a child's.
After withdrawing her divine sense, Mu Qing asked, "Where do you want to go and take a look?"
Wen Zheng nodded. "Is it dangerous inside?"
"There's no danger, you can go by yourself." Mu Qing took out the lotus lantern and, as usual, attached her divine sense to it.
"Okay." Wen Zheng happily took the lotus lantern and walked towards the small door. Before leaving, she glanced at Mu Xinxin, who was squatting in the huge coffin and doing something, and shook her head.
After the previous explanation, Wen Zheng understood that Mu Xinxin came to the Ghost King's Tomb to improve her cultivation, and the best nourishment for improving cultivation was the ghost bones of the previous Ghost King.
Wen Zheng was speechless at this bizarre method of using one's ancestors to practice martial arts.
This feeling of the whole family ascending to heaven and oneself becoming an immortal is somewhat familiar.
Under the protection of the lotus lantern, Wen Zheng successfully crossed the small door formed by ghostly energy and saw what was inside.
The space inside the small door was very small. The small coffin placed against the wall looked pitiful compared to the giant coffin outside. There was a lot of clutter piled up in the corners of the walls, almost half the height of the wall.
Wen Zheng carefully avoided the clutter around her feet and circled the coffin. The Azure Spirit Brocade Brush was exceptionally hot near the coffin, as if reminding Wen Zheng that there was something inside.
Wen Zheng placed the lotus lantern on the table next to the small coffin, glanced at the coffin, and sensing Qingling Jinwenbi's urgency, she gritted her teeth and yanked open the coffin.
Contrary to what I had imagined, there was only a small jar inside, with a familiar box next to it.
Recalling the last time she saw Qingling Daoist's divine sense in the warehouse, her drawn talismans went out of control and exploded. Wen Zheng took out the box and put in the Qingling Brocade Brush.
After a familiar long wait, Qingling Daoist appeared. Perhaps due to the connection of their divine senses, Qingling Daoist did not ask who Wen Zheng was. Instead, he said in surprise, "You found my divine sense so quickly?"
Wen Zheng pursed her lips, somewhat angrily saying, "It's all because of you, Master. I don't know what you did last time, but all the talismans I draw now have become explosion talismans."
"An explosion talisman?" Qingling Daoist asked in surprise. "That shouldn't be the case. Let me take a look."
Qingling Daoist separated a wisp of his divine sense to investigate the Qingling Brocade Brush. After a moment, he withdrew his hand, remained silent for a while, and then said, "Aren't you curious why I didn't leave behind any talisman techniques?"
"What does this have to do with me drawing the explosion symbol?"
Qingling Daoist: "..."
He sighed helplessly, rubbed his forehead, and said, "I'm a free spirit. All the cultivation techniques I have are in my head. Last time, Mu Qing suddenly appeared, and time was of the essence, so I could only store the techniques in the Azure Spirit Brocade Brush."
Wen Zheng: "...So?"
Instead of continuing the previous topic, Qingling Daoist asked, "Do you know the art of entering dreams?"
Seeing Wen Zheng shake her head, Qingling Daoist had no choice but to teach her the art of entering dreams on the spot.
On the other side.
Mu Qing suddenly opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the small tomb chamber. He never expected that after so many years, he would still be able to see the divine consciousness left behind by his master.
Moreover, judging from what her master said, Wen Zheng seemed to have already met him, but had kept it a secret.
Is this what the master meant?
Mu Qing looked hurt. He didn't understand why his master died so strangely back then. He left him nothing and wouldn't let him see his divine consciousness. Why was that?
Completely baffled, Mu Qing closed her eyes again, wanting to see what her master was planning.
Under the tutelage of Qingling Daoist, Wen Zheng quickly learned the art of entering dreams. She opened her big, watery eyes and looked at Qingling Daoist, asking, "Now you can solve my problem with talismans, right?"
Although she didn't understand why she needed to learn the art of entering dreams.
Qingling Daoist nodded and pointed to the Qingling Brocade Brush on the table: "Enter the dream. After successfully mastering the talisman, you will no longer draw talismans that explode."
Wen Zheng's gaze fell on the Qingling Brocade Brush, and she remained silent for a moment.
A pen enters a dream—isn't that a bit too far-fetched?
Thinking this, Wen Zheng still used the Dream Entering Technique. Before her was a space made of talismans, with various different talismans floating around. She tried to touch the talisman that was closest to her.
The golden talisman lit up and then transformed into a beam of light that entered her head, causing her body to uncontrollably draw the shape of the talisman.
After being drawn countless times, the golden talisman gradually lost its luster and disappeared into flying sand.
Wen Zheng slowly opened her eyes. Before her was a small tomb chamber. Qingling Daoist looked at her and said, "Now that you're awake, why don't you try out the effects of the new talisman?"
After she finished speaking, the Azure Spirit Brocade Brush flew automatically into Wen Zheng's hand. The drawing action that she had repeated in her dream made her subconsciously draw the talisman she had just learned.
Qingling Daoist watched her write, raising an eyebrow and asking, "How did you learn the Luck-Changing Talisman?"
His tone was strange, and Wen Zheng's hand holding the pen trembled. She asked, "Is there a problem with the luck-changing talisman?"
“No problem,” Qingling Daoist explained, “'Luck' is closely related to the Heavenly Dao. Those who try to defy the Heavenly Dao and change their fate will never have a good end. A luck-changing talisman can change the user’s luck, but after the talisman’s effect wears off, the user will be very unlucky.”
How unlucky?
"Uh, it's probably the kind of person who gets stuck in their teeth even when drinking cold water, and trips and falls even when walking on flat ground."
Wen Zheng held the lucky charm between her fingers, her eyes vacant, lost in thought.
Qingling Daoist did not disturb her. After she came to her senses, he reminded her, "Last time I put some talismans in the Qingling Brocade Brush. I will put some in this time as well. However, you'd better make your own talisman-drawing brush. Mine is not compatible with your spiritual root. It may hold you back when your cultivation level is high."
Wen Zheng didn't realize the problems he was talking about, but at least Qingling Daoist wouldn't harm her, so Wen Zheng nodded: "I'll change it when I have the money."
Qingling Daoist seemed to have heard unacceptable news and asked, "Didn't the sect distribute any money? I still have some things in my storeroom; you can take them and use them first."
Wen Zheng: "It's all gone, even the warehouse's money is gone."
Qingling Daoist: "...Why don't you ask Mu Qing for some?"
Wen Zheng: "He's a sword cultivator, and he's even poorer than me."
Qingling Daoist: "..."
After sighing and rubbing his forehead, Qingling Daoist pointed to the things around him: "These are all the burial items of the previous Ghost King. Take some out and use them."
Wen Zheng nodded, opened her storage bag, and transformed into a cleaning master, emptying the entire tomb chamber in the blink of an eye.
Qingling Daoist's lips twitched as he watched. Had Aoxue Peak become so poor? Why did she take everything when he offered her some?
After Wen Zheng finished taking her things, she saw the pottery jar at Qingling Daoist's feet and asked, "What is this?"
Though he asked the question aloud, his eyes revealed his desire. Qingling Daoist sighed again, “These are the ghost bones of the previous Ghost King. He was worried that his unfilial descendants would use his ghost bones to practice their skills, so he had them ground into powder long ago. You can take them if you want.”
Holding the jar in her hand, Wen Zheng praised the foresight of the previous Ghost King, saying, "They really are family; they understand each other best."
Thinking of Mu Xinxin, who was still searching for the ghost bone outside, Wen Zheng hugged the pottery jar to her chest and turned to look at Qingling Daoist: "I'm going back."
Qingling Daoist nodded, his gentle eyes unchanged, and said, "Just like before, don't tell Mu Qing. Be careful."
Wen Zheng nodded, and after watching Qingling Daoist's divine consciousness dissipate, she picked up the lotus lantern and walked out.
Mu Qing woke up from her meditation and saw Wen Zheng, who looked perfectly normal, and sneered.
Wen Zheng really gave him a big surprise. She had clearly met her master, but she was able to keep it a secret from him so well.
No wonder she was so open about taking things from the storeroom; she had already gotten her master's permission. Luckily, he didn't take out all of her master's possessions, or Wen Zheng would have squandered them all.
Thinking back to how Wen Zheng sold off a whole warehouse of goods in just a few days, the speed at which she spent money far exceeded the speed at which she sold things—what a spendthrift!
Mu Qing's eyes suddenly turned cold, and she glared fiercely at Wen Zheng.
Wen Zheng, who was glared at, was speechless.
She stared at Mu Qing, completely bewildered. When their eyes met, the innocent and sincere emotion in her eyes burned so intensely that Mu Qing abruptly turned his head away.
Mu Qing quickly forgot about her series of strange actions. She strode to the huge coffin, grabbed the coffin with one hand, and asked Mu Xinxin inside, holding a pottery jar in the other, "Did you find the ghost bone?"
“No,” came Mu Xinxin’s buzzing voice. She was almost lying in the huge coffin, identifying the ghost bones one by one.
Wen Zheng looked down into the coffin. Piles of white bones filled the coffin, including human and animal remains. The white jade-like color stood out in the dim tomb.
Wen Zheng thought for a moment and asked, "How will you cultivate after you get the ghost bone?"
The ghost bone has now turned into powder; we can't exactly soak it in water and drink it now.
Mu Xinxin looked up at her, sweat beading on her forehead and dampening her temples. She put down the white jade bone in her hand: "Why are you asking this?"
Wen Zheng isn't a curious person, so what did she discover?
Wen Zheng chuckled: "I'm just curious."
Mu Xinxin thought for a moment and said, "The ghost bones of the previous Ghost King contain a large amount of ghost energy, which can usually be extracted using the family's techniques, but there are other exceptions."
"For example?"
“It’s possible to eat it directly.” Mu Xinxin smiled, revealing a mouthful of fangs to Wen Zheng, earning a sympathetic look from the latter.
Just as Wen Zheng was about to take out the pottery jar, a large hole suddenly appeared in the bronze door, and the Ghost King walked out of the hole, his deep red pupils sweeping over everyone present.
His missing eye returned, his wounds healed, the large hole in his chest disappeared, and he looked as if he had returned to the moment he first entered the Ghost King's Tomb.
Wen Zheng, clutching the pottery jar, turned as white as paper. The oppressive aura emanating from her reached its limit, and she couldn't help but retreat to find a place to hide.
Mu Xinxin's face turned cold, and she fired an arrow from her longbow, which struck the Ghost King squarely in the heart.
As expected, the Ghost King Arrow exploded and pierced the Ghost King's heart. All the ghostly energy was devoured by the Ghost King, and his deep red eyes were filled with a mad laugh.
The terrifying scene sent chills down the spines of everyone present, who all slowed their breathing.
Mu Qing, who had been meditating, stood up, and the Taiqing Sword appeared in his hand. Almost instantly, the fierce sword light slashed towards the Ghost King.
The Ghost King dodged, reached out and grabbed the Taiqing Sword. The sharp blade left a mark on the Ghost King's palm before he held it firmly.
Mu Qing's expression changed, and she lifted her foot, freeing the Taiqing Sword.
"Surprised? Are you wondering why I suddenly became stronger?" The Ghost King tilted his head, his sharp fangs stained with blood as he grinned.
Mu Qing gripped her sword, her expression cold: "You devoured the divine box?"
"So clever, what a pity." After saying that, the Ghost King raised his hand and went towards Mu Qing.
While the two were locked in combat, Mu Xinxin pulled Wen Zheng to the other side and instructed her, "You hide well." After saying that, she headed towards the Ghost King.
Wen Zheng peeked out to observe the situation of the three. The Ghost King was easily overwhelmed by the two's attacks. The ghost energy emanating from his dantian was constantly repairing his wounds, and his attack speed was getting faster and faster.
Despite the Ghost King's rapid attacks, Mu Qing was able to retaliate, while Mu Xinxin was completely overwhelmed and had no chance to fight back.
Wen Zheng looked away, tightening her grip on the pottery jar. If things continued like this, the two of them were bound to lose. What could she do to help them?
Wen Zheng's mind raced, and her hand unconsciously took out the lucky charm she had drawn.
Turn your luck around, then face the worst of bad luck.
Do you need it?
Wen Zheng was conflicted. She worried that the luck-changing talisman might not even work before Mu Qing and Mu Xinxin were killed by the Ghost King, and the talisman would be wasted.
As she pondered, her gaze fell upon the white bones lying at her feet, bones that Mu Xinxin had carelessly tossed aside when she was searching for ghost bones.
As she was thinking, the Ghost King's battle had ended. Mu Qing stood there, panting slightly, her hands, with their distinct knuckles, were covered in blood. Mu Xinxin was lying to the side, her life hanging in the balance.
The Ghost King laughed wildly twice, ignoring Mu Qing, and walked towards the huge coffin.
"Ghost bone, ghost bone, as long as I find the ghost bone and obtain the Nether Flower, I can ascend, ascend!"
Hearing the mad words, Wen Zheng raised an eyebrow. She stuck her head out to take another look, but her eyes met those of the Ghost King who was looking over, and she was so frightened that she immediately shrank back.
This ghost king is too perceptive.
The Ghost King glanced at the little mouse that had appeared in the corner, then looked away indifferently and continued walking toward the Ghost Bone's hiding place.
The crisp sound of white jade bones colliding echoed in the tomb. Mu Qing knelt on the ground, a large pool of blood appearing beneath him. He glanced in Wen Zheng's direction, causing more blood to flow from his body.
Mu Xinxin turned over at this moment, gasping for breath due to the pain in her internal organs.
Wen Zheng glanced at Mu Qing, who was bleeding more and more, and Mu Xinxin, who was half-dead, and suddenly relaxed her grip on the pottery jar.
A moment later, Wen Zheng emerged from her hiding place, carrying a white stick-like object, and quietly headed towards the bronze door.
Her furtive movements did not escape the Ghost King's notice. He narrowed his deep red eyes and swiftly pounced on Wen Zheng.
Wen Zheng looked astonished and quickly threw out the white bone in her hand. The white bone was very light and flew far under the force of brute force, landing behind the bronze door with a thud.
The Ghost King chased after the skeleton as swiftly as the wind.
Wen Zheng quickly walked to Mu Xinxin's side, grabbed some white powder from the already opened pottery jar, and stuffed it into Mu Xinxin's mouth, saying urgently, "Eat quickly, eat quickly."
The dry powder blocked Mu Xinxin's mouth, giving her no chance to speak; she could only keep swallowing.
The Ghost King who had been chasing the bones returned quickly, holding the white bones that Wen Zheng had thrown out. His eyes were fierce: "You wanted to use the ghost bones to trick me into leaving so you could escape with them. You thought it was a good plan, but I saw through it."
The Ghost King spoke smugly, twirling the white bone in his hand, his arrogant expression looking down on everyone present.
Wen Zheng paused in feeding the powder, then suddenly said, "That's not a ghost bone, it's just a bone I picked up randomly."
The Ghost King's smug expression shattered. The black energy in his hand swirled around the white bone before returning to his body. He glanced at Wen Zheng and said, "Whether it's a ghost bone or not, I can tell for myself. You're just saying this because you're afraid I'll discover that this is the real ghost bone."
"This really isn't it," Wen Zheng said guiltily, shaking the powder off her hands.
It wasn't actually a ghost bone, but she had smeared a layer of ghost bone powder on it.
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