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He looked at Yang Fei's indifferent demeanor and sighed gently.

"The Zhu Family Tomb, before liberation, was a mass grave where countless people were buried."

"Ghost fires appear there for years at night, eerily gloomy, with heavy Yin Qi. Even passing by during the day sends chills down one's spine."

Yang Fei and Susu exchanged glances. Both were well aware.

Such a place, where Yin Qi accumulates, is a favorite hiding and cultivation spot for Magic Cultivators.

Speaking of which, the one who gave the Shamaness a Magic Artifact must be hiding there.

At this moment, Master Huang turned his head and looked at Yang Fei.

"What? Are you scared? If you're scared, obediently stay in the village and wait for this Immortal."

"Seeing how young and inexperienced you are, this Immortal will not lower myself to your level."

Yang Fei chuckled and, ignoring the village chief's obstruction, turned and followed after Master Huang and his group.

"Only a coward would be afraid, I haven't seen a ghost yet, and this time I insist on seeing one."

Susu smiled with pursed lips, and also followed behind Yang Fei, heading forward.

The village chief shouted from afar behind them.

"Don't go, it's really dangerous."

Yang Fei turned and pointed forward.

"Isn't Master Huang here? Please don't worry, Village Chief."

The two caught up with Master Huang and had just reached the village entrance when they saw two young men greeting Master Huang, calling him Master.

These two young men were wearing Taoist Robes, with a faint spiritual energy ripple on them.

But in Yang Fei's view, they hadn't even entered the Qi Cultivation Stage, just slightly stronger than ordinary people.

Master Huang continued walking toward the Southwest, explaining the situation along the way.

Having finished, he pointed at Yang Fei and Susu, ordering the two disciples.

"You are responsible for taking care of these two youngsters who don't know their limits, don't let the Yin Qi harm them."

The two young men walked towards Yang Fei and Susu, their noses in the air, looking arrogant.

One of the disciples had droopy eyebrows, the genuine Mourning Eyebrows, looking quite sad.

The other disciple had thick lips but a short renzhong.

Yang Fei couldn't help but chuckle internally, these two disciples clearly had short life lines, yet the Taoist took them as disciples—he has some insight.

However, these two disciples were very displeased with Yang Fei and Susu.

Having followed Master Huang in the Provincial City and mingled with high officials and noble clan disciples, they were rather snobbish.

Yang Fei and Susu, although having exceptional demeanor, didn't wear fancy brands.

Susu was the type of beauty that was naturally pure without adornment, never wearing accessories or pendants.

In the eyes of Master Huang's disciples, these two were just ordinary college students with no money.

Although Susu was very beautiful, she was of no use to those in Tao Cultivation.

The process of Master Huang's spellcasting was a rare learning opportunity.

Missing the chance to learn Taoist Laws just to accommodate these two overconfident individuals made the two disciples quite frustrated.

The Mourning Eyebrow disciple first started grumbling, coldly glaring at Yang Fei.

"The more dangerous the place, the more you pile in, really ignorant of danger."

The thick-lipped one also wasn't pleased.

Though, glancing at Susu, his eyes grew dreamy.

He advised the Mourning Eyebrows disciple.

"They're just two students, let them be, our master's Divine Might ensures nothing will go wrong."

As he spoke, his gaze never left Susu.

Yang Fei immediately sneered, recognizing this man wasn't a good person.

However, Yang Fei was too lazy to cause a scene.

These small fry were just ants to him.

Even an innocent sneeze from him could sweep them clean.

The Zhu Family Tomb was in the rear mountain of Wutong Village, nestled in a low-lying area.

Weeds were dense, clouds thickly covered, low over the Zhu Family Tomb.

In the weeds, mound upon mound of earthy graves clustered densely.

These mounds had no stele; bones scattered amidst the undergrowth, with many phosphorus fires flickering.

Yang Fei observed the mountain's layout and was slightly shocked.

According to feng shui, this place was unexpectedly the Place of Extreme Yin within a hundred-mile radius.

In such a place, even ordinary Wandering Souls could transform into Fierce Ghosts.

If Magic Cultivators were to refine Zombies here, it would be an ideal spot.

A few villagers arrived here and immediately felt uneasy, afraid to venture further.

Master Huang, on the other hand, invigorated his spirit and led everyone toward the center of the Zhu Family Tomb.

Yang Fei, Susu, and Master Huang's two disciples walked at the back, while four or five villagers carrying hoes walked in the middle, with Master Huang leading.

Yet, after making a full circle around the Zhu Family Tomb, they found nothing unusual.

At this, everyone's nerves relaxed. A few villagers took out cigarettes and began smoking, chatting merrily.

Master Huang stood in the center, composed and aura like an Immortal, with two disciples looking around from behind him.

Yang Fei, however, felt a lingering surprise; the entire Zhu Family Tomb was an extreme Yin area, and this low-lying center should be the most Yin.

Yet, inexplicably, the Yin Qi had thinned considerably, defying logic.

Suddenly, Yang Fei realized.

Someone must be cultivating here, siphoning off the surrounding Yin Qi, creating such an odd situation.

Master Huang vaguely sensed something amiss.

Yet his status was eminent, so his face must not reveal fear.

Otherwise, where would his prestige go?

Yang Fei surveyed the surroundings, his gaze lowered, gradually focusing on the central large tomb.

It was an ancient tomb, with a broken stele at the front, faintly covered with moss, appearing very weathered.

Behind the ancient tomb was a large hole, littered with shattered pottery and rotting wood.

This was evidently the work of ancient grave robbers.

In front of the tomb, the stele was broken halfway, faintly inscribed with some ancestor's name.

From every angle, the tomb showed no unusual signs.

But Yang Fei sensed dense clusters of Yin Qi surging from all directions towards the ancient tomb, as if summoned.

After three or four hours of climbing, it was now dusk, with the sun setting.

The weeds, in the twilight, appeared exceptionally ghostly.

The Mourning Eyebrows disciple noticed Yang Fei staring intently at the ancient tomb and couldn't help but sneer.

"With my master here, you don't need to worry. Do you seriously think a demon is hidden in there?"

Yang Fei relaxedly observed the ancient tomb, sensing the increasingly dense Yin Qi inside, and replied casually.

"It can't be ruled out."

Master Huang, at this point closest to the ancient tomb, showed no sign of vigilance.

Yang Fei's words were akin to slapping Master Huang's face.

Even with the best of temperaments, Master Huang couldn't tolerate this young pup giving orders.

He turned back, coldly staring at Yang Fei.

"I brought you to watch the show, not to act as the Immortal Master. If you disrupt me further, I'll have you sent down the mountain."

As soon as he finished speaking, a low, thumping sound emerged from the ancient tomb, very dull.

Everyone heard it and their expressions changed immediately; several villagers bolted far away.

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