This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 54 I always feel like something is wrong

Yulin Academy.

Xiang Yuan tied up his chestnut horse and went straight to the study to ask Wang Wenxu about the ancient tomb.

As calm and steady as he is, he wanted to explore the ancient tomb and find some loopholes, but he was afraid of running into a den of thieves and being surrounded by the foundation-building and innate strongmen of the Five Poison Sect.

Wang Wenxu did not disappoint Xiang Yuan. He had been in the business for many years and was well-informed. He even had spies inside the Five Poison Sect. He said, "Song Shan only knows one side of the story. There is indeed an opportunity in the ancient tomb, not too big or too small, it can be considered a livelihood."

The two mountains behind Songjiazhuang have excellent feng shui and contain many tombs. However, over time, no one knows how many of them have been stolen.

Furthermore, it wasn't the earth dragon that turned over, it was the bastards from the Six Gates who used bombs to blow up the mountain and stole the buried treasures and put them into their own pockets.

After a rescue excavation, the tomb was turned upside down last week. The six gates were crying "stop thief", and everyone was bloated and bloated, with an extremely ugly look on their faces.

It was also a coincidence that the thunder destroyed the original feng shui of the two mountains, the terrain was reshaped, and a crack opened up, creating a canyon more than ten meters deep. The yin energy hidden under the two mountains rose, and after a bunch of messy chemical reactions, a lot of blood ganoderma was born.

Blood Ganoderma is a natural treasure. Taking it directly can make you feel light and refreshed, strengthen your blood and nourish your complexion. Xiang Yuan had this ingredient in the medicinal meal he had at Baiyun Villa.

If used for alchemy, hundreds of recipes would require blood ganoderma. Many first-rate forces cultivate it in large quantities, and the price has long been brought down. It is not considered a scarce thing.

The most cost-effective and high-quality products are produced in southern Xinjiang.

There is a Dilong Fort in southern Xinjiang. Its geographical location is to the north, not in the hinterland of southern Xinjiang. It is a must-pass place on the Western Chu trade route.

There is a majestic stone city above and an ancient road to the Styx below. It is cold and silent, and complex, with countless passages, caves, cracks in the ground, canyons, and abysses. Scum of the underworld, fugitives, bandits, and those who are avoiding their enemies often hide here. There are many shops, forming a black market.

Dilongbao is well-known and has overwhelming military power. It controls many surrounding tribes and has the intention of establishing a country.

This is a digression. Let me just say that the ancient Netherworld Road below Dilongbao is home to exotic flowers and plants, precious minerals, such as red spider lily, human head grass, big tendon teng, blood ginseng, blood lotus, blood bodhi, blood osmanthus, etc. Precious minerals such as red iron, soul-binding stone, and Yinhu jade are all specialties of Dilongbao and cannot be dug out from other places.

In comparison, you can grab a handful of blood ganoderma, but unless it is of a certain age, the locals are too lazy to bend down to get it.

Wang Wenxu had visited the ancient tomb of Zhou Dynasty near Songjiazhuang. There was nothing special about it. It could produce blood Ganoderma lucidum, so it was most likely a branch of the ancient road to the underworld.

Disciples of the Five Poison Sect who were involved in smuggling occupied ancient tombs and raised blood Ganoderma lucidum to earn some errand fees. Because the goods were cheap, other forces were too lazy to fight for them, and even the top leaders of the Five Poison Sect didn't bother to take a second look.

After hearing what Wang Wenxu said, Xiang Yuan immediately lost interest.

A business worth a few hundred dollars, why bother with your life?
"However, that crack is full of negative energy and can be used as a place for practicing martial arts. Maybe there are disciples of Huangquan Dao stationed here recently." Wang Wenxu hinted at something.

That night, he hid near Songjiazhuang to escort Xiang Yuan. He was quite satisfied with Xiang Yuan's performance. The young man was mature and kind. The more he watched, the happier he was, but also the more guilty he felt.

When Xiang Yuan was fighting against the disciples of Huangquan Dao, he used the skills of the Three Yin Book of Life and Death. Only the Left Emissary of Huangquan was qualified to practice this skill. Wang Wenxu did not recognize it and just thought that Xiang Yuan was flipping through the secret manual of underground palace skills and learned a set of Huangquan Dao's body movements.

A similar situation once happened to Sima Qingyan. When practicing martial arts, one must have the assistance of Yin Qi.

Duan Wei sacrificed 400 villagers of Songjiazhuang to summon the projection of the Yellow Spring Mother Tree, which was all top-grade Yin Qi. Xiang Yuan did not use it to practice martial arts. In order to save Songjiazhuang, he did not dare to delay for a moment and directly destroyed the formation.

It’s a good thing that people are honest and kind, but we cannot let honest people suffer and lose out!

Wang Wenxu admired Xiang Yuan's kindness and knew that his life was not easy. He could not bear to let his own child suffer, so he pointed out the special features of the ancient tomb and said that if Xiang Yuan was interested, he could seek an opportunity there.

Anyway, it’s close, so you don’t even need to ride a horse. You can just walk along the mountain road to get there.

After asking about the situation, Xiang Yuan nodded. He had enough calligraphy and paintings on him, so he changed a few reading materials. Facing the enthusiastic Wang Wenxu, he said a few perfunctory words and left.

"Ah."

"busy."

"Thank you."

Until now, he has not "forgiven" Wang Wenxu and is sure of this gentleman.

On the way back to Songjiazhuang, Xiang Yuan made a plan. The Ancient Tomb Canyon was filled with yin energy, which could be used to practice the Three Yin Book of Life and Death. He was determined to seize this opportunity.

Wang Wenxu once said that the Yin energy will attract disciples of Huangquan Dao. We don’t know how many of them there are and their strength is unknown, so we should not enter rashly.

Xiang Yuan could gather the young heroes from the Jianghu, let Ming Zhu, Tang Rou and others explore the way, and as long as he said the word "Yellow Springs Demon", these hot-blooded young people would rush in with a roar. It was a despicable method, Xiang Yuan disdained it.

After a little hesitation, the Five Poison Sect's smuggling team will stop at Songjiazhuang tonight, and then go to the warehouse of the ancient tomb to load the goods. Letting these bandits explore the way can be considered as their meritorious service.

He followed behind them. If there were disciples of Huangquan Dao, he could sit on the mountain and watch the fight between the tigers, and decide whether to summon the young heroes of the martial arts world depending on the situation. If there were no disciples of Huangquan Dao, he would wait until the people from the Five Poison Sect left, and then he would enter the canyon to collect yin energy in order to simulate the Three Yin Book of Life and Death.

It's the best of both worlds, killing two birds with one stone, and achieving two goals at once. It's not to say it's stable, but it's definitely invincible.

That’s it!
After returning to Songjiazhuang, Xiang Yuan found Song Shan and explained his feelings to him, saying that he would turn a blind eye and that as long as the people in Songjiazhuang did not go too far, he would not hinder the livelihood of the people in the village.

Cutting off someone's financial resources is like killing their parents. Xiang Yuan is not a pedantic person. The court is pretending that nothing has happened, so why should he go to such lengths?

Jianghu is not about fighting and killing; Jianghu is about human relations.

Song Shan was overjoyed and praised Bao Yilang for his loyalty. He then wanted to drag Xiang Yuan into the water so that he could meet the leader of the smuggling caravan tonight. Wouldn't it be wonderful for everyone to drink and chat happily?

Xiang Yuan refused with a righteous look on his face. He felt sorry for the poverty of Songjiazhuang, and was worried that the people in the village would pretend to be noble and bring trouble upon themselves, so he pretended not to see it. Meeting the smuggling leader and accepting money was another matter.

It makes sense to say that I have a huge sum of 1,500 taels and I don't mind this little bit of money.

His righteous and stern look seemed as if he was defending justice. Song Shan begged for mercy again and again, muttering to himself that he was pedantic, and left the yard in disgrace.

That night, there were many barking dogs in the village. A dozen strong men dressed as hunters arrived at Songjiazhuang, rested for half an hour, and then left with their bags on their backs.

No one noticed that a ghostly figure was following them, sometimes far away, sometimes near, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. It blended into the darkness like a shadow, without any sound, and looked more like a ghost than a ghost.

He also wore a black robe.

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The night is dim, and the mountain path between the two mountains is secretly winding.

Under the shade of the trees, an eerie atmosphere permeated, and the shadows of the trees stretched out long in the moonlight. There were strange birds chirping, and their voices were shrill, like a baby crying, adding a bit of weirdness and uneasiness, making people just want to get away from this place as soon as possible.

Occasionally, within sight, tombstones hidden in the bushes were looming, and tomb bricks washed out by rain were scattered all over the ground.

After walking for half an hour, the mountain path became increasingly steep, and we finally saw a cracked canyon, which was like a scar on the earth, deep and mysterious.

At the bottom of the canyon, there is a hidden tomb, surrounded by gloomy aura and thick fog, as if it is a gateway to the underworld, separating life and death, blocking yin and yang, and hiding many unsolved mysteries.

Those who dare to take this road are not timid. They all keep their heads down and walk steadily without any communication.

They followed the ramp into the canyon, familiarized themselves with the structure of the tomb, found the cool and dry tomb chamber, dug out the goods that had been stored there before, checked them and confirmed that they were correct, rested for a while and continued on their journey.

This time, Xiang Yuan did not follow. He wore a black robe and explored the tomb carefully. If he met a disciple of Huangquan Dao, he would call him "senior brother" when he opened his mouth, and "kill him" when he closed his mouth.

However, this did not happen. Most of the turtles had crossed the beach, and those that had not left had also marked the boundary. The ancient tomb was too close to Songjiazhuang, and no one would compete with Duan Wei for business.

Xiang Yuan didn't find any disciple of Huangquan Dao, so he became a disciple of Huangquan Dao. He explored around and discovered several blood Ganoderma lucidum.

It has a strange shape and a color like drunk blood. It grows in the cracks of bricks and stones. Judging from its color, it is too young and has low medicinal value.

He continued searching, and after leaving the tomb, he walked back and forth in the canyon. It was more than 300 meters long and more than ten meters deep, with ramps built on both sides, so it was not a particularly dangerous place.

There are also blood ganoderma in the canyon, growing on cliffs or in cracks in rocks on the roadside. They are centered around the big tomb and are increasingly scattered around it.

Xiang Yuan turned back to the big tomb and found nothing to lose, so he chose a small tomb to practice. He did not use the Three Yin Book of Life and Death as his fundamental practice, but just simulated it, so he did not require a high amount of Yin Qi, as long as the quality met the standard.

Well, the higher the quality, the better.

Practicing and practicing...

"Hey, I always feel like something is wrong."

(End of this chapter)