I, a cultivator, have ended up in the world of tomb raiding.

Li Yue slowly woke up as a slight tingling sensation spread across his skin.

With great effort, I opened my eyes and saw a grid pattern woven from bamboo strips.

Sunlight streamed in through the cracks, casting dappled shadows.

He was stunned for a couple of seconds before he gradually realized that he had been put into a bamboo basket.

His body bobbed up and down like a ship at sea, his hands and feet were tied behind his back with thick hemp ropes, making his limbs numb.

His clothes were tattered and worn, and the exposed skin rubbed against the barbs of the surrounding bamboo strips, causing another wave of itching and pain.

He wasn't particularly surprised by this.

Three days ago, he woke up in a daze, and before he could figure out what was going on, he was encountered and arrested by this group of people.

Modern college students are excellent in both character and academics, and are full of aspirations for the future.

Li Yue, a cultivator with mediocre talent, struggles to survive in a dog-eat-dog world.

"I almost reached the Golden Core stage, but I didn't expect that I wouldn't be able to withstand the final tribulation lightning."

Thinking of the lightning bolt that suddenly grew thicker, Li Yue felt a surge of frustration rising in his heart.

Before he died, he exhausted his remaining spiritual power to preserve his physical body and a wisp of his soul.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in this place.

I vaguely remember that these people were wearing clothing from the Republican era.

Could it be that I've traveled back to my original world, but the timeline is wrong and I've traveled backwards?

Li Yue blinked very slowly. His once flowing hair, which he had during his cultivation days, was now tangled up, blocking half of his vision.

A carrying pole with a rope threaded through it stretched overhead, and two men carried bamboo baskets, one in front and one behind.

The man in front had a Mauser pistol tucked behind his waist; he was burly and had a dark complexion.

A younger man followed behind, wearing a dark blue short jacket and leggings, who timidly spoke as he walked:

"Brother Zhu, do you think that tomb contains Yuan dynasty people or Han people?"

Zhu Zi didn't even turn his head, coldly scoffing, "Who cares who they're burying? They're all family anyway."

"But this tomb is eerily dangerous. Last time we came, half the brothers were killed inside. I haven't even touched a woman's hand yet. This time, we won't..."

The young man's voice trembled, and he swallowed the rest of his sentence, his face full of fear.

Zhu Zi whirled around, glared, and hissed in a low voice:

"You coward! A few deaths and you're scared out of your wits? If you're in this tomb-raiding business and afraid of dead people, you should go home and have your wife and babies!"

After saying that, he peeked at the line ahead and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that no one was paying attention to him.

Perhaps because his voice had been too loud, he softened his tone:

"Don't say that again. If the leader hears you, you'll get a good scolding and a beating."

He clicked his tongue and said, "Once we empty the tomb of its artifacts, exchange them for money, and split the profits, we'll go to town and have some fun. With money, you can't exactly snag a few women, can you?"

"How many more can I hug?" The young man's eyes lit up immediately, and he was practically drooling.

After thinking for a while, he said seriously, "Is it okay if we don't go to the city? I think that widow Li and her daughter from our village are quite nice, with big, juicy butts."

His expression suggested that he had seriously considered this before. Zhu Zi was taken aback at first, and then burst into a strange laugh.

"You've got some pretty picky tastes, kid."

The two men chuckled softly as they spoke, their laughter lewd and obscene.

The carrying pole on his shoulder trembled violently, and the bamboo basket swayed from side to side.

Li Yue felt waves of stinging pain as his body rubbed against the rough bamboo strips, coupled with churning stomach acid, and couldn't help but groan.

"Huh, why is this bait awake?"

The two men carrying the person in the basket noticed a soft groan from the person inside.

As a greasy strip of cloth was stuffed into his mouth, Li Yue could no longer make a sound.

Judging from their conversation and clothing, they were clearly a group of tomb raiders.

The reason I traveled all this way to get here is to rob a tomb.

Judging from what they said, they had been here once before, and people died, so this time they re-equipped themselves and went into the mountains again.

Therefore, it is self-evident what the human bait is used for.

Will you be eliminated immediately upon landing?

Li Yue really wanted to look up to the sky and sigh.

Unfortunately, the bamboo basket was narrow, and his hands and feet were tied, making it difficult for him to even lift his neck.

With these two watching him, Li Yue couldn't make too many moves. He could only secretly regulate his breathing and gradually build up his strength.

He hasn't eaten for three days and three nights, and the fact that he can still retain consciousness is a testament to his good foundation in cultivation.

Li Yue already possessed divine sense, and although his spiritual power was almost completely depleted, he still managed to sweep his divine sense outwards, instantly taking in the surrounding scenery.

Deep in the mountains and dense forests.

There were eight tomb raiders in total, five of whom were carrying guns.

With his current crippled body, he would absolutely be no match for him in a head-on confrontation.

"Hmm... there seems to be someone breathing about a hundred meters away?"

He sensed presences hidden in the grass a hundred meters away, but his spiritual power was insufficient to discern the number of people or their appearances; he could only catch a few intermittent whispers.

"...Boss, these people don't seem to be from the Yuan Tomb at Chongping Mountain... What should we do with them?"

"...A clash between people is bound to leak information...Go back and tell Commander Luo to bring a few agile brothers over..."

Li Yue's eyes flickered slightly; these words sounded strangely familiar.

"Head... Ping Shan Yuan Tomb... Commander Luo..."

He pondered intently, then suddenly felt a jolt of surprise.

Isn't this from the novel "Ghost Blows Out the Light"?

Could the person speaking be Chen Yulou, the leader of the Unloading Ridge faction?

This is actually Ping Mountain in western Hunan!

He actually traveled from the world of cultivation to the world of tomb raiding!

He crossed realms twice in succession, once ending in a tragic death during his tribulation, and the other beginning by becoming bait.

This is incredibly bad luck.

After quickly assessing the situation, he immediately began to think of a way to extricate himself.

However, his mental energy was severely depleted, and he was experiencing dull pain in his brain, making it impossible for him to think clearly.

"My cultivation has been completely destroyed; I'll probably have to start all over again. If only I still had my storage bag..."

Li Yue looked down at himself; he was barely clothed. The high-grade protective robe he had worn back then was wrecked by lightning, and his storage bag must have been blown up long ago.

"Let's gather our energy first."

He did not wallow in his predicament. He quickly calmed himself down, seized the time to close his eyes and concentrate, and secretly circulated the Qi-guiding technique, trying to draw on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to fill the deficit.

But not a trace of warm spiritual energy could be found around.

The spiritual energy was so thin it was almost nonexistent.

The few wisps of energy that were barely managed to be drawn dissipated as soon as they entered the body, not even having a chance to circulate through the meridians, let alone nourish the body or restore cultivation.

Li Yue opened his eyes again, his gaze filled with gloom.

After another ten minutes or so of bumpy travel, the group finally came to a stop.

Li Yue felt the bamboo basket being placed on the ground and the lid on his head being lifted. He leaned forward and almost fell headfirst into the mud.

At this moment, the people around began to methodically take out their tools and light cigarettes to stay awake, making preparations for going down into the tomb.

Li Yue peered out through the gaps in the bamboo basket.

The ancient tomb they were talking about had an entrance that was almost completely open, simply covered with branches and fallen leaves.

Once the covering was cleared away, he could see the hole clearly; it looked more like the entrance to a cellar that had collapsed halfway.

[Detection indicates your spiritual energy is depleted and your Qi Sea is exhausted... You now possess the conditions to absorb Yin energy for cultivation...]

[Yin energy detected in the surrounding area...]

[Analyzing... Yin energy concentration 9%... Corpse energy component 6%... Evil energy component 3%...]

[Detection indicates your Qi Sea is empty, your physical body is severely depleted, and your Qi and blood are declining. It is attempting to automatically absorb and repair itself...]

[In progress: 1%...2%...]

At this moment, a series of prompts appeared in Li Yue's mind.

"What's this? A hanger?"

He spent two minutes reflecting on himself and finally realized that the words in front of him were not a hallucination.

Li Yue's heart skipped a beat, and he reviewed the information in his mind once more.

"Absorbing Yin energy...?"

One can improve their cultivation level by absorbing yin energy or the blood and qi of demons.

Moreover, the more Yin-evil demons one devours, the faster one's cultivation level increases.

This looks like some kind of heretical cultivation technique.

However... evil cultivation is good, evil cultivation is more effective!

The pain from the binding, the soreness from hunger, and the stinging pain from the lingering effects of the heavenly tribulation all slowly subsided under the influence of the 2% yin energy that had just been devoured.

Before long, Li Yue felt as if he had regained some strength.