The Unorthodox Tomb Raider

Compared to such immense power, the art of moving mountains and filling seas is as insignificant as a grain of sand.

The fact that the tomb raiders could find and utilize such power is truly a divine feat!

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All of this happened very quickly, in just ten seconds, and then everything became completely quiet.

"Wonderful... Absolutely wonderful! The art of Feng Shui still has a long way to go."

Sensing the lingering unease of the wind and clouds at the valley entrance, Fang Yun's lips curled up, and a resolute expression appeared on his face.

"Brother Fang!"

At this moment, Partridge Whistle led Flower and the old foreigner to Flower's side. The three of them still looked shocked, and 1.3 looked somewhat dazed and confused.

Seeing the expressions on the three people's faces, Fang Yun smiled knowingly.

Not only were the three Taoist priests who knew nothing about feng shui shocked, but even he, a novice tomb raider, was stunned by what he had just witnessed.

This time, the tomb of King Xian yielded great results, including witnessing such a spectacular sight.

To be honest, if he could, he would be willing to trade half of his collection to see this scene again.

Perhaps... another look would elevate his understanding of feng shui, taking him from a beginner to a master.

(To reiterate, if readers find any discrepancies between the plot and the original work, please forgive me. It's because I've made changes; otherwise, it would be exactly the same as the original, with everyone reading the same story over and over again.)

Chapter 101: The Rules of the Tomb Raiders, the Thousand-Year Shackles of the Mountain Moving Sect!

"Brother Fang... those dragon roars and tiger howls earlier, were they the power of this auspicious place?"

After a long while, Partridge Whistle finally came to his senses from the previous scene and asked Fang Yun.

Upon hearing this, Fang Yun sighed and nodded, saying:

"Yes, those are the seventh and eighth of the ten auspicious feng shui status ...

"What we sensed earlier was the power of the Azure Dragon and the White Tiger."

“The ten noble places are just auspicious places in terms of feng shui. Under normal circumstances, they are just a treasure place in terms of feng shui. But once a noble place is challenged by an inauspicious place, it will activate the power of the auspicious earth veins and fight against the inauspicious place.”

"That corpse cave is stained with chaotic and fierce sand. Although its annihilation power is astonishing, when it encounters the Eight Noble Azure Dragons that can be divided into Yin and Yang, and the most sharp Seven Noble White Tigers, there is only one path to destruction."

Being attacked from both sides by the Azure Dragon and White Tiger, let alone the Five Corpse Caves... even if the Corpse Immortal and the Nine Deaths Shocking Armor came, they would only be offering their heads as sacrifices.

Anything tainted by the aura of corpses cannot pass the entrance to the valley.

No matter how high your cultivation level is, you cannot withstand the power of heaven and earth.

"The feng shui is really amazing... No wonder you tomb raiders only take one or two things each time you go down into a tomb."

"With feng shui skills at your disposal, what tomb can't you go to... Do you always only pick the two best items, afraid of not being able to handle too many?"

At this moment, the old foreigner showed a look of realization and asked a question with some curiosity.

In his opinion, this feng shui technique is truly a treasure. Only one or two of the best items can be taken from a tomb. If one can explore all the ancient tombs in the world and take the most precious artifacts in the world as a memento, that would truly be the pinnacle of tomb raiding.

Hearing the old foreigner's words, Fang Yun pursed his lips and replied helplessly:

"Don't listen to too many rumors. Why would you, Daoist Banshan, care about these things?"

"Entering one room at a time and taking only one item is to get out of the tomb as soon as possible, protect the heart and lungs, and prevent the body from absorbing too much poisonous corpse energy. Taking one or two funerary objects at the same time will not attract attention or reveal our identities. We also leave some for those who come after us, since all the ancient tombs in the world will eventually be looted."

"There's a saying that you shouldn't touch the tomb when the rooster crows and the lamp goes out. It's also a way to protect yourself. When the rooster crows, yin and yang are in transition, which is when the tomb owner is most likely to wake up. At this time, the tomb raiders use specially made vegetable oil candles to measure the air, poison gas, and corpse yin energy in the tomb, so as to avoid getting into trouble with things they can't handle."

"The same principle applies to 'united we live, divided we die.' That's what Master Zhang told his apprentices. None of his three apprentices had fully mastered his skills. The combined abilities of the three of them were barely considered all-around. Therefore, it was safest for the three of them to travel together."

At this point, Fang Yun proudly pulled out the two tomb raiding talismans hanging around his neck and waved them in front of the old foreigner.

“Back then, Master Zhang carried three talismans by himself and went into the tomb alone, and he never capsized in a ditch.”

"It's because he possesses the Sixteen-Character Yin-Yang Feng Shui Secret Technique. He combines Yin-Yang techniques with Feng Shui techniques, making him one person equivalent to a whole team of tomb raiders. I am that kind of tomb raider, capable of defeating enemies up close and exploring for dragons from afar."

"Kid, watch carefully and learn well. A single word or two from my lips is enough for you to comprehend for a lifetime."

After saying that, Fang Yun calmly patted the old foreigner on the shoulder, looking quite old-fashioned.

"I see, so that's how Master Zhang's rules are!"

"These rules were all established to save lives."

The old foreigner seemed to be greatly shocked, and even looked like he had just realized what was happening. But after hearing Fang Yun's last words, his face darkened, and he slapped Fang Yun's hand off his shoulder.

"What are you so smug about? My Mountain Moving Sect's Mountain Moving and Sea Filling Technique and Mountain Moving and Armor Splitting Technique are not to be trifled with!"

"Hahahaha!" Upon hearing the old foreigner's words, Fang Yun, Partridge Whistle, and Hua all burst into laughter.

Upon hearing the three laughs, the old foreigner blushed deeply, glared at Fang Yun and Hua, and then fell silent.

After taking down the tomb of the Prince Xian, the four of them were in high spirits and chatted on the spot.

After chatting for about ten minutes, Partridge Whistle was surprised.

This trip was thrilling but ultimately successful, and we almost forgot about the important business.

"Brother Fang, you previously said that the Muchen Pearl was in the mouth of the Prince of Xian?"

Upon hearing Partridge Whistle's words, Fang Yun paused for a moment, then took the cloth bag containing the King Xian's head into his hands.

"I had almost forgotten about it if you hadn't mentioned it."

"The Muchen Pearl is indeed in the mouth of King Xian, and it was put into his mouth by someone else. Look at the way King Xian swallows; it's a swallowing posture caused by external force. It must have been done by his loyal high priest."

"The body of the King of Xian was jadeified by the power of the Muchen Pearl, but only his neck was jadeified, which means that the Muchen Pearl was not in his stomach, but in his mouth, otherwise his stomach would have started to jadeify first."

"I didn't say anything before because I thought the situation was urgent and there was no time to explain."

Partridge Whistle nodded without speaking. After taking the completely jade-like, irregularly shaped head of the Prince of Xian from Fang Yun's hands, he carefully examined it.

"The Dust-Repelling Pearl..."

Partridge Whistle stared intently at the head of the Prince of Xian, feeling his heart pounding and his mind blank, as if countless thunderbolts were crashing through him, making it impossible for him to think.

Finally found!

Because his parents married and had children late in life, they were tormented by a curse when he was old enough to remember things. They eventually passed away in pain, filled with resentment towards their fate and their reluctance to part with him.

Since then, he has experienced countless separations and watched his people die in pain time and time again. At the tender age of ten, a strong determination arose in his heart: he wanted to enter the Mountain Moving Sect and find the Muchen Pearl for his people.

After that, at the age of thirteen, he joined the Mountain Moving Sect, inheriting the obsessions and beliefs of countless predecessors, and devoted all his energy to finding the Muchen Pearl.

For the next 430 years, he paced back and forth between hope and despair, time and time again, but his original aspiration remained unchanged, because... he could dedicate his life to Zagrama.

He wasn't afraid of death, but he was afraid that even he would fail. He was hailed as a genius who appeared only once in a hundred years in the Mountain Moving Sect. He had surpassed all the Mountain Moving Sect predecessors of the past few hundred years. If even he couldn't find the Muchen Pearl... then who could take over his mantle?

The shadow of despair gradually approached him, drawing near to Zagrama.

But today, he succeeded!

The Muchen Pearl, which he had been searching for for thousands of years, was now in his hands!

Thinking of this, Partridge Whistle pressed the jade head of the Prince of Xian tightly in his hands, and uttered a sentence in a trembling voice:

"Old foreigner...flower...Zagram tribe...there's hope!"

As Partridge Whistle spoke these words, his voice grew softer and softer. In the end, he sat down on the ground, hugged the jade head of the Prince of Xian, and cried. Tears streamed down his face, and he couldn't stop wiping them away.

Seeing Partridge Whistle sobbing uncontrollably, Fang Yun also felt a lump in his throat. He turned around, took out a pack of cigarettes from his system space, and lit one.

For a tough guy like Partridge Whistle to cry like this, one can imagine how much joy, how wronged, and how unwilling he felt.

Although he hadn't experienced it firsthand, he could still sense Partridge Whistle's deep sorrow.

After all, it was a shackle that had lasted for over three thousand years.

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Chapter 102 Zhongyuan Method, Qilin Technique!

"Senior brother..."

Hua and the old foreigner watched as Partridge Whistle sat on the ground weeping, opening their mouths but not knowing how to comfort him.

In their minds, the sect leader, Partridge Whistle, was omnipotent, giving them, his junior brother and sister, hope and a sense of security.

But they both knew that Partridge Whistle, like them, was a mortal with flesh and blood, and that he too had his share of hardships and joys.

Their steps never faltered, and they walked for fourteen years, carrying a mission heavier than any mountain.

Thinking of Partridge Whistle's sacrifices for his tribe and for them, the two felt a pang of heartache. They sat quietly beside Partridge Whistle, listening to his innermost thoughts.

After a long while, Partridge Whistle finally snapped out of his agonizing outburst, wiped away his tears, stood up, and gave Fang Yun a deep fist salute.

"Brother Fang, Zaglama will never forget such a great kindness!"

Fang Yun smiled helplessly and waved his hand, saying, "Alright, we're all family, no need for formalities. As long as you got the bead, that's good enough."

Partridge Whistle had been deeply obsessed with his past and had been isolated for many years. Now that he was finally free, all the pent-up emotions in his heart disappeared, and his entire demeanor changed. He became full of vitality and was no longer as gloomy as before.

"What are your plans next?"

Upon hearing Fang Yun's words, Partridge Whistle's face instantly broke into a smile.

"I plan to take the Muchen Pearl back to my clan and tell them about this."

"Then search for some ancient history in the tribe to find a way to break the curse. The Zaglama tribe has been working on this matter for more than three thousand years. The tribe has long had some guesses about the curse. All they are missing is the Muchen Pearl."

Fang Yun nodded, and asked meaningfully: