Even for kings, princes, generals and ministers, there would only be more wealth and property in their tombs.

But in the world of immortal cultivation, the meaning of a tomb is very different. When some powerful people are about to die, if they have no offspring, they will build a tomb for themselves and bury all their life's learning and savings in the tomb.

Those who pass the test can obtain the inheritance of the strong, and those who fail the test can get some spirit stones or spiritual weapons and elixirs as long as they are not dead.

The tombs of the strong have always been full of dangers. It is difficult to predict what methods the strong people in the Yuanhai realm will use. Even if they are in the Daozhong realm, they may be buried in the tomb if they are not careful.

It is said that risks and opportunities coexist. Although it is very dangerous, the tombs of the strong are extremely rare. As long as the gap in cultivation is not too big, basically no one will choose to give up.

Seeing that Jiang Zhige was about to refuse, Nangong Rou and Lu Tianjiao became a little anxious.

"Elder Yao, I went to investigate earlier and found that there is indeed no danger in the tomb."

"Bah! I think this stinky old man just doesn't want my brother and I to go out."

Lu Tianjiao was still thinking about persuading Yao Qianji to agree, but he didn't expect Nangong Rou to start by calling Yao Qianji a stinky old man. He stood there in embarrassment.

"You little bitch! Come here and I promise I won't spank you!"

Yao Qianji was so angry that he was puffing his beard and glaring, he was thinking about the safety of the brother and sister.

"Stinky old man, stinky old man!"

Nangong Rou stuck out her tongue and immediately hid behind Jiang Zhige.

Although Yao Qianji would not actually spank her, he would definitely hit her on the head.

"Alright, alright, since Brother Lu said there's no danger, let's go. I trust Brother Lu."

Jiang Zhige reached out and tapped Nangong Rou's forehead, as if to teach her a lesson on behalf of his master.

Jiang Zhige's force was very small, but Nangong Rou still covered her forehead with her hands, looking very aggrieved.

Seeing Jiang Zhige agreed, Yao Qianji couldn't help but sighed: "You kid, you spoil this girl all day long, what will she do when you are not with her in the future?"

He knew that Jiang Zhige didn't really want to go to the tomb, but he didn't want to spoil Nangong Rou's fun.

"That's fine, go ahead. Remember, your life is the most important thing. Don't be greedy for material things."

Yao Qianji did not continue to dissuade him. In fact, he had known about the tomb near Baihai Mountain in his early years, and there was indeed not much danger inside.

As long as Jiang Zhige is with her and doesn't let Nangong Rou do anything to seek her own death, there shouldn't be too much danger.

With Yao Qianji's permission, Jiang Zhige made an appointment with Lu Tianjiao and prepared to go to Yucheng three days later.

They were originally going to set off immediately, but Jiang Zhige happened to be going to Yucheng, and it would take at least two days to go to Yucheng and back. Lu Tianjiao was not in a hurry to go to the tomb, so they postponed the meeting for two days.

After knowing this, Nangong Rou wanted to go with Jiang Zhige, but was rejected by him. The journey to Yucheng was long, and he had nothing particularly important to do in Yucheng, so there was no need for Nangong Rou to follow him.

As a result, Nangong Rou threw a tantrum and insisted on going with them. Jiang Zhige had no choice but to agree to let her go.

"Return to Yucheng? Seven years have passed. Why would the Demon Emperor return to that mortal town?"

"Have you forgotten Shen Quan? The Demon Emperor will definitely go back to take revenge on Shen Quan."

"Damn, does the Demon Emperor hold grudges like this? Seven years have passed, and he still wants to take revenge on Shen Quan."

"How can you say he holds a grudge? If no one had rescued him, it would be a question whether the Demon Emperor is dead or alive now. Moreover, killing a scum like Shen Quan is also a justice for the heavens."

Inside Zhengyang Palace, when everyone saw Jiang Zhige was going back to Yucheng, their first reaction was to take revenge on Shen Quan.

Everyone did not think that Jiang Zhige was vindictive, because if they were in his place, they would also find it difficult to forget this hatred.

If it weren't for Shen Quan, Jiang Zhige wouldn't have been nearly beaten to death, and he wouldn't have carried Nangong Rou across the ten-mile snowfield despite the pain.

Considering how the brother and sister narrowly escaped death when the snowstorm came, it would be foolish of them to forget this deep hatred.

A day later, a crane slowly landed on the outskirts of Yucheng.

The cranes would cause too much noise in the city, so Jiang Zhige could only temporarily place the cranes outside the city.

Nangong Rou looked exhausted, yawned and said, "Brother, are we in Yucheng?"

When riding a crane, one must concentrate to avoid falling accidentally. Except for occasionally stopping to rest, the brother and sister have to keep themselves stable on the crane's back most of the time.

"Rou'er, you are a cultivator in the Spiritual Martial Realm at least. Can't you ride on a crane?"

Jiang Zhige shook his head. Even though he had been observing the direction, the situation was much better than Nangong Rou's.

"How, how is this possible? I'm fine!"

Nangong Rou forced herself to stand up, but unfortunately she soon collapsed on the crane's back.

She didn't feel tired, but she felt that riding on the crane for a long time was too boring, so she found it difficult to concentrate.

At first I thought the scenery around me was nice while riding on the crane, but after a while I got tired of seeing all the scenery.

"Then you should get some sleep first, and I will come to see you later."

Jiang Zhige didn’t think much about it. Since they had arrived in Yucheng, it wouldn’t hurt for Nangong Rou to take a rest for a while.

"I'm not sleepy, brother, please wait for me!"

Nangong Rou was really excited this time and quickly turned over and chased after Jiang Zhige.

After entering the city, Jiang Zhige looked for a place in the city based on his vague memory.

"Seven years, I came back a little late."

Looking around at the familiar yet unfamiliar environment, Jiang Zhige felt a mixture of emotions.

Jiang Zhige had been seen begging at busy intersections and in mossy corners of alleys.

But now, seven years later, everything has changed.

"Brother, where are we going?"

Nangong Rou followed Jiang Zhige around aimlessly, yawning from time to time.

For Nangong Rou, apart from the time she spent with Jiang Zhige, she really has no memories of Yucheng.

"You'll know in a moment."

As Jiang Zhige was saying this, a familiar figure appeared in front of him.

Seven years have passed, it’s still the same place, but the people have changed a lot.

"Brother, give me two buns."

Jiang Zhige walked up to him and looked at him carefully.

The bun shop owner didn't even look at Jiang Zhige, and quickly packed two buns with lotus leaves.

When he handed the bun over and saw Jiang Zhige's appearance, he was suddenly stunned.

"Who are you."

"Brother, I didn't expect that after seven years, you still remember me."

Jiang Zhige shook his head and smiled, feeling deeply moved.

In just seven years, the bun shop owner's temples were covered with silver hair.

Compared to the longevity of immortal cultivators, the lifespan of mortals is as fleeting as an ant.