Minglong

Chapter 167 Is this you?
Boom——

Wow…

Thunder and rain lashed outside the Demon-Suppressing Mausoleum, but inside, it was deathly silent.

Xie Jinhuan's mind was in a daze, and he didn't know where or when he was until his cheek was slapped a few times. His consciousness returned to his mind, and the images that kept flashing through his memory also dissipated, leaving a faint sense of bewilderment in his heart:
How did I fall asleep...

What were you doing just now...?

Oh right, I dug up the Demon-Suppressing Tomb...

What the hell!

Thank goodness I didn't die...

Xie Jinhuan, on the verge of death, sat up with a start and quickly looked around to check if the Great Qian Bomb had exploded. As a result, he found himself lying inside the soft and comfortable Demon-Suppressing Coffin, with a figure standing to his side, frowning and looking at him.

The figure was dressed in a tea-green Taoist robe, with a jade crown on her head. The robe was magnificent, and the neckline was low, revealing a small cleavage. However, her figure and face were plump and smooth, and she looked like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl with bright and intelligent eyes.

What's most striking is her full head of snow-white hair, and the air about her that exudes a mature, sophisticated charm that comes with age...

A young, big-breasted, white-haired auntie with a baby face?
Xie Jinhuan's expression stiffened slightly as he looked around.

"Uh... who is this young lady?"

The white-haired Taoist nun's eyes were like those of a succubus on a mountain peak, but her appearance and demeanor didn't quite live up to her imposing presence.

"Oh dear~ You don't even recognize your older sister after taking a nap?"

?

Xie Jinhuan recognized the tone, but after carefully examining the white-haired Daoist nun...

My car is so big!
A five-meter-long truck has turned into a baby bus?

It looks pretty good, but...

Xie Jinhuan looked her up and down, and even poked her arm with her hand:

"This is you?"

"Hmm." The white-haired Taoist nun nodded seriously: "Doesn't it look like it?"

"Is there even the slightest connection?"

Xie Jinhuan felt like he'd been scammed in an online romance, so he picked up the Zheng Lun Sword from his side and used it as a mirror.

Do you think it looks like it?

The white-haired Taoist nun glanced at her reflection in the mirror, perhaps finding it a bit far-fetched, and leaned over the edge of the coffin, her hand supporting her cheek:

"You can think of her as your older sister. This is a real person. From now on, you don't have to worry about clipping through the frame whatever you want to do..."

Xie Jinhuan, upon confirming that it wasn't a ghost, immediately panicked and dared not touch it.

"Is this the body of the Immortal Qixia?!"

The white-haired Taoist nun blinked her big eyes:

"Hmm... sort of."

"What does it mean?"

Xie Jinhuan quickly raised her hand: "Good sister, please get out of the car! We can't afford to offend this fairy grandmother. She is the Grand Master of the Daoist sect, the number one immortal, and one of the ten most powerful people in the world..."

"Ah~"

The white-haired nun was reluctant, but her expression remained frozen.

Then, a magnificent carriage dressed in a bright red dress appeared from the side, towering much taller and exuding an imposing and awe-inspiring presence.

Xie Jinhuan felt a great weight lifted from his shoulders and quickly bowed to the white-haired Taoist nun:

"Sorry, sorry, I was young and ignorant... Eh?"

As the ghost wife disappeared, the white-haired aunt closed her eyes, her whole body silent and still like a statue.

Xie Jinhuan didn't dare to put his hand over to check her breath and pulse, and could only ask cautiously:
"Could she have already passed away?"

Ye Hongshang leaned against the demon-suppressing coffin, earnestly admiring the beauty of the white-haired Taoist nun:

"No. During the chaos of the witchcraft cult, in order to quell the great calamity for all living beings as soon as possible, she secretly sacrificed demons and monsters to increase her strength. Although she gained a body of immortal cultivation, she was also about to become a demon herself. She went into seclusion to eliminate her demonic cultivation and eradicate her demonic nature."

Xie Jinhuan nodded in realization:
What is her current situation?

"The demonic nature has been largely eradicated, but it has not fully recovered. If we leave seclusion now, it will resurface. However, after some more time, it should be fully recovered."

Ye Hongshang gestured to Xie Jinhuan's Zhenglun Sword:

"You came here because you saw this sword as an opportunity. I just checked her physique. As long as the Demon-Suppressing Coffin is sealed properly, she can come out of seclusion on her own once her consciousness is restored. You lost your memory after you drew the sword last time, and there was a gap in the Demon-Suppressing Coffin. Of course, you didn't have the ability to fill the gap at the time. So, you dug up the Demon-Suppressing Tomb to take away the immortal weapon and release your sister. It was right for you to increase your strength and seal the Demon-Suppressing Tomb later. As for your sister, she is not the same person as you, so it doesn't matter whether she comes out or not."

Hearing this, Xie Jinhuan felt that he hadn't been wasting his time, and then asked with doubt:
"What is your relationship with her? Why are you lying in her coffin?"

Ye Hongshang thought about it carefully and had some doubts:

"I don't know why I'm in a coffin. It's like my memories have been sealed away by someone. Now I only remember what she went through. Hmm... But my sister is definitely a human being, and she shouldn't be a bad woman."

Xie Jinhuan was somewhat bewildered, carefully recalling the dream she had just had.

As a result, his memory became very confused. He only remembered that he went south, his boat capsized and sank at sea, and then he arrived at the grave digging site. He lost track of the middle part.

"Can't you break the soul-locking spell now?"

Ye Hongshang shrugged slightly: "I've tried to undo it several times, but it always ends up like this. Perhaps the person who cast the spell was too powerful and set up a restriction to prevent us from remembering certain things." Xie Jinhuan was a little confused. After a moment's thought, he suddenly slapped the coffin lid:

"Oh no! After I get back, should I go to the capital of Northern Zhou to find that golden-armored lady and repay her for saving my life?"

"Correct."

Ye Hongshang sighed:
"As a result, when you returned from your apprenticeship, you became the 'pillar of the nation and a model of righteousness' of the Great Qian Dynasty. You even made your uncle, Empress Dowager Guo, look like a grandson in court, showing no gratitude whatsoever."

"Is your father still in Northern Zhou?"

"Not necessarily, they may have already been exiled to the northern desert to herd sheep."

"Hold!"

Xie Jinhuan pulled the coffin out, paced back and forth a few steps, and then slapped his forehead:
"I knew someone would fabricate outrageous rumors about me. This is the Northern Zhou reminding me not to be ungrateful."

"The old man in Northern Zhou is probably living on thin ice now... Wait, could the elder sister who saved me be Empress Dowager Guo?"

Ye Hongshang landed in front of him: "It's hard to say, but someone who can promise a royal title must be a core figure in Northern Zhou. You heartless wretch, you took their elixirs and life essence to save their lives, and even made them your daughter-in-law to support your father-in-law, and then you just washed your hands of it and went off to have fun in Daqian..."

"alright!"

Xie Jinhuan raised his hand, stopping himself from speaking.

I lived in constant fear for a month, worried that the grave would be blown up.

As it turned out, the Great Qian Dynasty didn't blow up the Demon-Suppressing Tomb when it was dug up, but he did!
Luckily, they dug it up early. If it had been delayed for half a year, and his savior had realized he was back to his old ways, his father would have been scared half to death...

But if they go north to develop their careers, Wanyi, Tuotuo, and Momo can be taken away, but the landlady might be...

The landlady can be married off to the Northern Zhou Dynasty as a princess, and Duoduo can be her dowry maid!

Thinking of this, Xie Jinhuan suddenly realized that it wasn't a big deal.

He could explain that he didn't go to Northern Zhou in time because he was seeking revenge, and his savior should understand.

Once the feuds in the Great Qian Dynasty are properly resolved and his wife moves away, he can go to the north to develop his career, since he's not picky about where he is.

Thinking of this, Xie Jinhuan felt somewhat relieved and asked:

"Did the blasting of the grave cause any big noise?"

Ye Hongshang shook her head: "Sister reacted quickly and used a magic weapon to conceal the secrets of heaven. The Eight Directions Illumination Pagoda only flashed once, not enough to pinpoint the exact direction."

Xie Jinhuan went to check the exit of the tomb chamber and saw the cowardly coal ball squatting at the entrance, looking up at the sky with its mouth wide open, yearning for something.

Xie Jinhuan followed the gaze and discovered that the entire sky had turned pale red. As lightning flashed, a giant, illusory umbrella could be vaguely seen amidst the rain and mist, obscuring the entire mountain range.

Golden dragons coil around the umbrella, appearing as if they were alive, overlooking the mountains and fields.

Xie Jinhuan was very familiar with this umbrella and asked:
"Is this your magic weapon?"

Ye Hongshang stood side by side in front of him and nodded:

"Yes. I should have given it to her, but I can't remember her name."

Xie Jinhuan nodded slightly, glancing at the messy Demon-Suppressing Tomb:

"Then let's seal ourselves up and go home as soon as possible?"

Ye Hongshang didn't say much. He floated into the tomb chamber, then drove out in his "blue-robed, white-haired cart" and beckoned with his hand.

swoosh~
A red light flashed across the sky.

As soon as Xie Jinhuan saw clearly, the Taoist nun beside him suddenly had a red umbrella in her hand, which she held over his head.

Crackling...

The rain hitting the umbrella surface creates an incredibly realistic physical effect, making it look like an ordinary oiled paper umbrella.

Xie Jinhuan looked at the umbrella and even reached out to touch it:

"Can I take this magic weapon and use it?"

"No, she's surrounded by demonic energy and this umbrella is keeping it down. If you take it away, she'll go crazy. But I can put a spell on you."

As Ye Hongshang spoke, he raised his hand, made a hand seal, and then touched Xie Jinhuan's head, silently chanting:
"Xuanzong of Heaven and Earth, Wan Qi's roots..."

Golden light could be seen flowing from the fingertips, spreading like ripples across the entire body.

Xie Jinhuan looked up at her fingers, somewhat puzzled:
"Is this the Golden Light Spell?"

"Yes. With the cultivation level of this body, you can be immune to evil spirits and chaotic spells, and withstand a full-force attack from a first-grade cultivator without injury. However, it will shatter after the attack, so you need to come back in time to repair it."

Xie Jinhuan's eyes lit up. After finishing the tidying up, he escorted his wife back to the garage to lie down. Then, under his guidance, he resealed the demon-suppressing coffin, blocked the excavated tomb passage, and carefully buried and dealt with the traces.

Once everything was finished, Xie Jinhuan shook the unconscious Wild Boar King awake, mounted him on his back, and put Coal Ball on his shoulder. He then looked back at the Demon-Suppressing Tomb.

Although the journey back and forth has been quite arduous, the fact that our strength has increased, the ghost wife is with us, our father is still alive, and we have a way out in the north is the best news.

The next step is simply to sort out the grievances as soon as possible, figure out how to pack up and take his wife with him, and then he can pack his things and go to Northern Zhou!
He felt he was not yet worthy of being called a king, but as a dragon that travels thousands of miles, he is vengeful and always repays kindness!

The red-haired older sister saved him and his son, and her kindness was as heavy as a mountain. Even if he was not worthy of her now, he would be able to live up to all the expectations that his deceased friend had for him in the future!
Thinking of this, Xie Jinhuan felt a surge of adrenaline. He lightly picked up a piece of pig's stomach, and the man, the ghost, and the bird flew off towards the edge of the mountains...

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I need to write the detailed outline for the first volume tomorrow, otherwise I don't know how to write it. If I need to take leave, I will send a separate chapter or two in advance.
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