"Dead?"
"Dead. And it won’t be coming back to life again."
"Good, good, good. When I get back, I’ll burn a letter to the Great Ancestor. I’m sure the old man, after hearing this, will slap his thigh and say ’well done!’ I sure did my part. Saw it with my own eyes, worth it."
"Lord Zhu, you’re heading back already?"
"Yep, sneaked over here without even telling the Scorching Sun Departnt. If the Minister of Guanzhong County finds out, that guy will for sure give that Sima face and complain in front of every day. Now that I’ve seen the action, better slip away."
Lord Zhu dove into the tomb again, and the little ghost who hadn’t left quietly sidled up to Wen Yan.
"Thanks a ton for saving my neck, bro. I don’t got much else going for besides digging. If you ever need , just find an old grave nobody worships anymore and give a call, I promise I’ll be there in a flash."
Wen Yan’s eyes lit up. He’d been aning to ask Lord Zhu how he crawled out of these wild, deserted tombs. He thought maybe Lord Zhu had so magic artifact with him, or maybe it was his own ability.
Turns out, it was actually this little ghost’s ability.
Wen Yan pulled out his phone and saved the number.
And to his surprise, this little ghost even had Feixin! After adding him, Wen Yan couldn’t help but burst out laughing.
The ghost’s Feixin profile picture was literally a selfie. If soone didn’t know better, they’d think it was so cosplay shot.
And the nickna? Couldn’t be more spot-on—literally nad ’Grave Walker.’
"Bro, seriously, if you need anything, don’t be polite. Just say the word."
The little ghost sounded super sincere. If Wen Yan hadn’t tossed him a lifeline and saved his skin, with Tuoba Martial God dropping down out of the blue, at that kind of distance, just the leaked Yang Energy would’ve purified him instantly.
At that range, even Lord Zhu, with his magic robe, could barely handle it, let alone a little ghost like this. He wouldn’t even have a chance to dodge.
The little ghost slipped back into the tomb, and Wen Yan grabbed the cat carrier. Inside, the Sparrow Cat was curled up in a furry ball, scared half to death. Wen Yan reached in and gave its head a rough rub, then stuffed the tiger statue inside the cat bag as well.
Up in the sky, several helicopters were appearing, and from atop the mountain, you could see vehicles with headlights on the distant highway getting closer.
Wen Yan just waited there.
On another hill, the Taoist priest from Dragon Tiger Mountain was already heading down.
Wen Yan took out the last half piece of chocolate and popped it in his mouth.
Just then, from the side, a black shadow skimd the ground, speeding through the forest.
As the black shadow silently closed in, just as it was about to grab the cat carrier behind Wen Yan, his Yang Energy suddenly erupted.
He whipped his hand around with a mighty smack—his palm blazing with a clump of visible, burning Yang Energy, slapping it straight across the attacker’s face.
In that instant, the black shadow morphed into a young girl, shrieking as she was sent flying backwards. Still in midair, she changed into a big black-grey bird, flapping her wings frantically trying to escape.
"Boom."
With a bang, a jet-black flash exploded on the bird’s wing, sending it tumbling to the ground.
Back in the split-open grave, a pistol poked out, and Lord Zhu erged, cackling as he gripped the gun.
"Heh, Xiao Wen, you rembered this thing too?"
"Actually, we all rembered it, just no one ntioned it." Wen Yan looked at the toppled bird, which had shifted back into a girl with a broken arm, collapsed, looking pitiful as hell.
He snorted coldly.
"Whether it’s King Guilong, Tuoba Martial God, Celestial Master Mansion’s Taoist priest, or even you, Lord Zhu—no way would this thing ever dare co out of the Nether Soul Realm if you were here.
Now you’re all gone, and wouldn’t you know it, it couldn’t resist. Really loyal to Hu Yuan, huh.
Just figured an assist guy like would be easy to bully, huh?"
Wen Yan strode forward, Yang Energy roaring out from him unrestrained, ignited even more by the Scorching Sun Jade. He couldn’t match Tuoba Martial God’s freak-show radiation that blanketed dozens of miles, obviously.
But in terms of sheer burst and quality, the Yang Energy Wen Yan was radiating right now totally steamrolled any martial artist at his level.
Even if there were dozens more martial artists at his level, all their Yang Energy combined couldn’t match his explosion now.
As Wen Yan approached, the girl on the ground seed to see a blazing Great Sun hanging behind Wen Yan’s head. The pure Yang Energy seared her, instantly vaporizing all her corpse and Death Qi.
Wen Yan reached out and grabbed her, Yang Energy burning so fiercely that she slowly transford into a black-grey bird. She was barely hanging on—more out than in.
Even though he was hoping the Rakshasa Bird would finally lose patience and make a move, Wen Yan was still pissed as hell. Damn thing—just thought I was a pushover, huh?
Lord Zhu edged far back, feeling the waves of Yang Energy radiating off Wen Yan. Watching the Rakshasa Bird, he couldn’t help clicking his tongue.
"Truly naive..."
Sure, compared to Tuoba Martial God or the Purple Robe Taoist, Wen Yan was a total weakling.
But still, look at this—Yang Energy blazing like fire, almost burning up. Maybe the volu was way less than Tuoba Martial God, but the quality? Maybe not that far off.
Especially when he erupted like this, it literally looked like a Great Sun hovering above Wen Yan’s head.
Among regular martial artists, it was the first ti Lord Zhu saw such a ferocious Yang Energy burst with such a spectacle.
Any evil spirit or ghost would run for the hills seeing this. Even Lord Zhu didn’t dare get within ten ters of Wen Yan right now—a Rakshasa Bird is weird, sure, but no way it’s brave enough for this.
"All done here? If so, I’m really leaving now."
"Take care, Lord Zhu. If you stick around any longer, Cai Heizi will be here."
"Ha! How long has Cai Heizi even been in Nanwu commandery and his nickna’s already spreading here?"
Lord Zhu mid a phone call with his hand, dove back into the grave, and vanished. The cracked grave started closing up again.
Not long after, the first wave arrived.
Feng Yao climbed out of the car and saw Wen Yan by the roadside, cat carrier on his back, Rakshasa Bird in hand like he was about to toss a freshly slaughtered Qingyuan chicken into a pot.
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