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

The venomous insect, which was ferocious and menacing just moments before, was crushed in mid-air by Li Yue's raised hand. The situation was reversed so quickly that no one could react.

Everyone stared in disbelief, their faces filled with shock.

Miao Renxiang's mouth gaped open, so astonished by the fantastical scene before him that he forgot all his fear.

He stared blankly at the mess on the ground, then at Li Yue's loosened hand, his expression dazed.

His eyes were filled with disbelief, and his gaze toward Li Yue now held a deep sense of apprehension.

Red Girl's pupils contracted slightly; she knew that Li Yue possessed some kind of magical abilities, like those in traditional operas.

But having never actually seen him use it before, witnessing it firsthand now, he couldn't help but tremble with awe.

Partridge Whistle's expression was extremely solemn. He subconsciously gripped the pistol in his hand, and a look of turmoil flashed deep in his eyes.

This person's methods were far more bizarre and ruthless than any other extraordinary person he had ever encountered in the martial arts world.

What kind of magic is this? At this moment, the same question echoed in everyone's mind.

Looking at the jungle that had finally quieted down, Li Yue withdrew his hand and turned to stand in front of the tilted coffin.

Only a cedar wood board remained, partially obscuring the coffin.

The board has seven round holes, each about the size of a copper coin, and a groove is carved through it to connect the seven holes, forming the Seven Star Board, which symbolizes the Big Dipper guiding the way and the soul returning to heaven.

Li Yue thought to himself, "You ancient corpse, there's no need to talk about returning to the heavens. I'll lend you a Yin Pill to help me dispel the lightning-patterned tribulation energy entangled on my body."

With that thought in mind, he raised his hand, gathered his strength, and slammed his palm heavily onto the cedar plank.

"Bang!"

The heavy wooden planks were shaken off and landed on the ground, raising a light dust cloud, completely exposing the interior of the coffin to the moonlight.

Partridge Whistle, concerned about the Muchen Pearl and worried that Li Yue might do something reckless, quickly walked over.

Li Yue didn't look at them; his gaze was fixed on the contents of the coffin.

Inside lay a peaceful ancient corpse, not yet decayed, its exposed skin shimmering with a faint golden light.

The body appears to have been preserved using some secret method, as it still retains some elasticity.

The zombie was tall and imposing, with a face as purple as ox liver, no crown on its head, and its hair was completely disheveled.

He was dressed in a brocade purple robe embroidered with fierce patterns, and a jade and gold belt around his waist, looking every bit the part of a high-ranking and powerful figure.

The coffin was deep and large, with a pitch-black bottom.

Li Yue scanned the coffin with his divine sense, meticulously examining the four corners of the coffin and the body.

After confirming that there were no hidden traps or evil spirits, he bent down and placed his fingertips precisely on the core position of the ancient corpse's lower dantian.

This body belonged to a fierce general who fought on the battlefield.

Even though he has been dead for hundreds of years, his muscles and bones are still firm and strong, and one can still vaguely see the heroic spirit he once had on the battlefield.

The moment the fingertips touched the dantian area, a subtle, cold suction force emanated from the ancient corpse.

The threads of energy attempted to plunder the pure Yin energy and essence flowing from Li Yue's fingertips.

Li Yue thought to himself, "This is it." He then raised his sword, intending to cut open the ancient corpse and extract its core.

Seeing that Li Yue was about to make a move, Partridge Whistle feared that the other party was also one of the bandits from the Unloading Ridge gang who would take extreme measures to harm the ancient corpse.

He had long heard from Chen Yulou that Li Yue's Qingfeng sword was incredibly sharp, capable of easily cutting through even the millennia-old armor of a six-winged centipede, its sharpness being unparalleled in the world.

If the sword blade were to pierce the pearl, the blood curse that had plagued the Zaglama tribe for generations would have no hope of ever being freed.

In a moment of desperation, he immediately opened his mouth, about to shout and stop them.

But then Li Yue swiftly pierced the corpse with his sword.

Just then, a sudden change occurred!

The ancient corpse, which had been silent in the coffin for hundreds of years, suddenly opened its eyes!

A pair of shriveled, yellowish, and cloudy eyes suddenly appeared, exuding a fierce aura!

Partridge Whistle looked greatly alarmed.

This is a zombie outbreak!

At this moment, Li Yue exerted force with his wrist, and the long sword pressed down in the same direction.

The sword was mostly embedded in the ancient corpse's flesh, firmly pinning the about-to-stir-up ancient corpse to the coffin.

The sword pierced precisely into the side of his dantian, separating the muscles and tendons. Just as he reached out to take the core, a sudden gust of cold wind blew inside the coffin!

The ancient corpse's hair and purple robes fluttered, and a chilling aura surged forth from its body.

The next second, the tall and imposing ancient corpse from the Yuan Dynasty suddenly used the power of the yin wind to spring up half of its body!

Its purple embroidered robe had long since deteriorated, but its appearance remained unchanged.

His entire body was covered in a purplish-red, stiff skin, and his disheveled hair partially obscured his face. He was exceptionally tall.

Although he has been dead for hundreds of years, his chilling murderous aura has not yet dissipated, making him appear particularly ferocious and terrifying under the hazy moonlight.

The moonlight cast dappled shadows, and the forest mist was thick, all of which was clearly visible to everyone. Their hearts trembled, and the instruments they held in their hands became slightly slippery.

Immediately afterwards, they saw Li Yue remain calm in the face of danger, and immediately lower his wrist while holding the sword hilt, making a horizontal slash.

Just like a calligrapher writing characters with a brush, a seemingly casual horizontal stroke actually requires profound effort.

The ancient corpse, which had just sat up halfway, was pressed back down with a casual swipe.

The stirring, eerie wind suddenly subsided, and the place became completely still.

Everyone's eyes immediately cleared, and they looked bewildered and confused.

Can you do this?

Is it really that simple?

Why does it feel like things are going a little too smoothly?

Without pausing, Li Yue gathered all five fingers together and probed into the man's dantian.

In a short while, they dug out something the size of a fingernail from the bloody mess.

Looking at the corpse in the coffin now, the upper body had been split in two, and the sword in the middle had dimmed its luster and was resting next to the ancient corpse's head.

The Yuan Dynasty general's eyes were still wide open; he was clearly dead beyond dead.

Seeing this, everyone knew the danger was over. While they were relieved, they were also very frightened and could not utter a sound.

He thought to himself that this person's methods were extremely strange, and that he was also extremely decisive and ruthless.

He could lure insects to kill apes, destroy insects in the void, and dissect apes and dissect their corpses with swift and decisive moves, yet with the ease of taking something out of a bag.

He must have killed people in the same way, just like a demon lord who kills people in the Asura realm.

Everyone else thought the sword move was incredibly light and agile, but only Partridge Whistle knew how terrifying the power contained in that sword and the subtle control over the force were.

The Mountain Moving Taoists have a unique skill specifically designed to subdue zombies, called Kui Xing Kicking the Dipper.

He used his knee to press against the spine of the ancient corpse, and with a clever force, he dislocated the zombie's vertebrae, leaving it without any support.

But Li Yue's move directly sliced ​​the zombie's spine in two.

Moreover, impartiality requires extremely high standards for the weapon, and even more so for the wielder's control over speed and force.

Partridge Whistle was greatly shocked, feeling that this person's cultivation was unfathomable and far beyond his ability to estimate.

However, he didn't care about the state of the ancient corpse's death; he was only eager to confirm whether the object in Li Yue's hand was indeed the Muchen Pearl.

Ever since Li Yue dug out the bead-like object from the ancient corpse's flesh and blood, his eyes have been glued to it.

Before he could see clearly, he heard a sudden rustling of leaves and branches around him, and something was moving on the treetops not far away.