Fellow Daoist, I gladly accept this heaven-defying opportunity.

As the sun began to set and dusk enveloped the top of the imperial tombstone, the sun began to set.

Xu Mofeng seized the opportunity to suggest, "Seventh Prince said that the guards all had accidents in the mausoleum after nightfall, so tonight I will guard it alone all night and see which kind of demons and monsters are playing tricks here."

Ying Zhengying's face immediately showed hesitation. He clenched his fist and then loosened it. Finally, he gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Brother Xu, I am the first to bear the blame for what happened to the imperial tomb. I will accompany you to guard the tomb tonight. Whether it is a blessing or a curse, I will share the responsibility."

Seeing that his attitude was firm and not just a polite formality, Xu Mofeng did not refuse any further.

Because of the curfew in the palace, Ying Yunying had to return. Before leaving, she turned back every three steps and reluctantly told Xu Mofeng, "Xu Mofeng, please take good care of Seventh Brother for me. I will come to find you first thing tomorrow morning."

After everyone had disappeared from sight, Xu Mofeng stroked his chin and thought to himself: It involves a Mahayana Realm expert, no wonder it's a golden opportunity... This is a huge profit!

As night fell, a chilling wind swept through the imperial mausoleum, casting long, dark shadows on the rows of stone tablets.

Xu Mofeng circled the main tomb of the founding ancestor of the Jin-Liang dynasty seven or eight times, searching inside and out, but found no clues.

He was so itchy to do it that he almost took out his magic weapon and pried open the mausoleum to see what was inside. If he wasn't afraid of being accused of digging up an imperial tomb, he really would have done it.

"So the trigger point isn't actually in the tomb; it might actually fall on Ying Zhengying..."

Xu Mofeng pondered this in his heart, and decided to lean against the monument to rest, waiting for the main character to arrive and trigger the opportunity.

Just as he was pondering this, Ying Zhengying sauntered in carrying a large bag of wine and food, a smile plastered on his face: "Brother Xu, it's no fun sitting around all night. Let's keep each other company with wine and meat today, and wait for that strange thing to appear while we eat."

As he spoke, he straightened his clothes and respectfully bowed to each of the surrounding tombs, muttering, "Ancestors of Jin and Liang, I, your descendant Ying, am here today to accompany distinguished guests in investigating a case. If I have offended you, I hope you will forgive me."

The whole process was carried out in a very organized and orderly manner, and only after it was all over did they invite Xu Mofeng to sit down and start eating.

Ying Zhengying has lived a miserable life in the royal family all these years. His father doesn't love him, his mother doesn't care for him, his brothers ostracize him, and his subordinates treat him coldly. He is definitely a marginal prince.

Having finally met Xu Mofeng, a "soulmate" who didn't look at him with prejudice and was also incredibly capable, he poured out his pent-up grievances after a few drinks.

He poured out his grievances, from being unloved in childhood to being ostracized now.

Xu Mofeng knew exactly what was going on; he aimed to maximize emotional value by delivering words that were pleasing to the ear.

What's with this "Everyone has their own unique talents, and even if I spend all my money, it will come back again" nonsense?

What do you mean by "gold will always shine, they're just blind right now"?

What do you mean, "It's this damn world that's wrong, not you"...?

He added at the end, "Just work hard quietly, and you'll amaze the entire capital when the time comes..."

After a series of punches, Ying Zhengying was so moved that tears streamed down his face. He felt that he had found such a confidant in this life, and he could die without regrets. He wished he could grab Xu Mofeng on the spot and become sworn brothers in front of the ancestral tablets. He poured out his heart and soul, almost revealing all his secrets.

The two drank until late into the night, but the tomb remained calm and quiet, without even a ghost appearing.

Xu Mofeng recalled how the Light of Opportunity had gone wild the moment the founding ancestor was mentioned during the day, and deliberately steered the conversation in that direction: "Seventh Prince, you said that the founding ancestor of Jin and Liang was a Mahayana Realm expert, so the legacy he left behind must have been earth-shattering. How come the royal family in later generations hasn't produced any top experts?"

"Don't call me Seventh Prince, it's too formal."

Ying Zhengying, his face flushed from drinking, waved his hand and said, "Brother Xu, just call me Zhengying."

He then took a sip of wine, sighed, and replied, "Brother Xu, you are unaware of this. Although the Jin-Liang royal family appears to be declining, there are still Void Realm experts in the deep palace. There are even rumors that there is an old monster in the Void Realm who has lived for nearly a thousand years and is only kept alive by rare and precious herbs and elixirs. Of course, these are just rumors in the palace, and I have never seen them with my own eyes, so they cannot be taken as fact."

An old monster at the Void Realm?

Xu Mofeng's heart stirred slightly. As expected of a royal family, even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. If they didn't have some hidden masters, they would have been overthrown by those covetous martial arts sects within their borders long ago.

"As for ancestral traditions..."

Ying Zhengying's tone turned somber, and he sighed deeply, "After our ancestor passed away, the Jin and Liang dynasties rose to their peak but then declined. The surrounding states joined forces to besiege them, and in the chaos of war, they lost most of their core heritage. In addition, our ancestor left too soon, and many of his earth-shattering methods were not passed down in time. This is one of the reasons for the decline of the Jin and Liang dynasties."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Mofeng noticed the aura of opportunity on his body, which suddenly throbbed violently as if going mad, and the golden light surged.

Turning back again, the main tombstone of the founding ancestor also shone brightly with golden light, so dazzling that it was hard to open one's eyes.

It's here! The opportunity is about to be triggered!

Xu Mofeng instantly held his breath, his eyes fixed on the tombstone, his entire body tense, ready to receive this opportunity at any moment.

Just then, Ying Zhengying, his mouth dry from talking, smacked his lips and stood up unsteadily: "Brother Xu, please sit for a moment. I'm going out to get some water, and... to relieve myself."

He staggered out of the mausoleum, drunkenly walking away.

Just as he stepped in front of the main tombstone, the entire tomb trembled slightly. A huge black vortex suddenly appeared on the otherwise unremarkable surface of the stone tablet, and a vast and ancient aura rushed out.

Immediately afterwards, a gigantic, ethereal hand, exuding overwhelming power, emerged from the vortex and reached straight for Ying Zhengying's head!

Xu Mofeng could see clearly that the other end of the fate line on Ying Zhengying's body was firmly tied to this big hand.

In the blink of an eye, Xu Mofeng shouted, "Seventh Prince, be careful!"

This sound, imbued with spiritual power, rang in his ears like a thunderclap. Ying Zhengying's mind went blank for a moment, and he instantly sobered up considerably.

He turned his head and saw a huge, all-encompassing hand descending upon him. He was so terrified that his legs went weak and he collapsed to the ground, too exhausted to even run away.

Just as Ying Zhengying closed his eyes and awaited death, a figure flashed in front of him like lightning, raised his hand and slapped him on the shoulder, sending him flying several feet away horizontally.

"Seventh Prince, don't just stand there, let's go!"

"Brother Xu!"

Ying Zheng's eyes widened in horror as he watched helplessly as the illusory hand scooped up Xu Mofeng and grabbed him in its palm, then retreated back into the vortex.

In the blink of an eye, the vortex closed, the tombstone was restored to its original state, and the imperial mausoleum fell silent again. Even the wind stopped, as if everything that had just happened was a hallucination caused by drunkenness.

Ying Zheng slumped to the ground, staring blankly at the spot where Xu Mofeng had disappeared, tears streaming uncontrollably down his face.

"Brother Xu..."

His voice was hoarse as he muttered to himself, "How could you be so foolish..."

At this moment, Xu Mofeng's importance in his heart reached its peak, a thousand times greater than that of royal relatives or wealth and honor.

These are true friends who risked their lives for each other!

On the other side, Xu Mofeng felt dizzy, as if he had ridden a roller coaster ten times in a row, and his internal organs felt like they were about to shift.

When he regained his footing and opened his eyes, he found himself in a hazy, isolated space, surrounded by swirling mist that obscured the boundaries.

Not far away stood a phantom figure dressed in a yellow robe, surrounded by dragon-shaped phantoms, exuding an aura of majesty, and staring intently at him.

"Boy, you've ruined my grand plan!"

The figure in the yellow robe spoke, his voice like a thunderclap from the heavens, making Xu Mofeng's head buzz and his eardrums ache.

"My remnant soul has slumbered for hundreds of years, and I finally awoke with enough power to leave my legacy to the descendants of the victors, but you have interfered and ruined everything..."

The figure grew increasingly agitated as he spoke, his aura surging like boiling water, causing the entire space to shake violently, as if it were about to collapse at any moment.

Anyone else would have been terrified and begged for mercy, but Xu Mofeng remained remarkably calm.

He knew perfectly well that he had entered under the pretext of saving Ying Zhengying. Regardless of whether the opportunity could be successfully converted, the remnant soul wouldn't kill him. At worst, he would just be thrown out, and he wouldn't lose anything either way.

"Could this senior be the founding ancestor of the Jin and Liang dynasties?"

Xu Mofeng took the initiative to speak, his tone neither humble nor arrogant.

The figure in the yellow robe gradually calmed down, and coldly snorted, "How many years has it been since the Jin and Liang dynasties? What is the state of the nation now?"

Xu Mofeng answered truthfully and completely, without embellishing or deliberately belittling anyone.

The figure fell silent after listening, then let out a long sigh, filled with resentment and indignation: "I never imagined that the empire I conquered would decline to such a state, forced to cower in a corner of the southern region... How hateful! Utterly hateful!"

After his initial sigh, he sharply turned his gaze to Xu Mofeng: "And who are you? You have no bloodline of the Winners, so why are you here in the imperial mausoleum?"

Xu Mofeng gave a wry smile and spread his hands, saying, "Does Senior think I wanted to come? I am the Marquis of Dingfeng, personally appointed by the Emperor, and I have a good personal relationship with the Seventh Prince and Princess Ying. You have been making a fuss and acting like a ghost in the imperial mausoleum every day, causing panic among the people. The Seventh Prince is responsible for guarding the mausoleum and is afraid of being punished, so he asked me to come and help investigate the case."

"This matter did me no good at all. If I had known that it was you, senior, here, I wouldn't have shielded him from that blow."

As he spoke, he put on a look of being taken advantage of and feeling frustrated, acting quite convincingly.