jdhmnovel Chapter 84 Buried Bones
Chapter 84 Buried Bones
Tianzhen Prefecture is not far from Zui Prefecture, about tens of thousands of miles away. After Li Lan disguised himself, he entered Tianfeng City and took the teleportation array to the city.
One day later, he had already appeared on the land of the Sin State.
Zuizhou, formerly known as Yuanzhou, is a vast plain with several majestic mountain ranges that stretch like dragons, known as the Wanyuan Mountains.
"But we must find our way home!"
Li Lan stood on the brown plain, casting a spell as instructed by Sister Cat. This spell could be used to locate the descendants of those who had died from the remains of bones.
Guided by the light, Li Lan set off, heading towards a mountain range.
The ground beneath his feet was parched, with only yellow withered grass growing. The air was filled with rich spiritual energy. Li Lan's spiritual eyes moved and he discovered that many of the sources of spiritual energy were abandoned mines.
All the spirit stones and other materials in the mine have been extracted.
In fact, Sin Province is one of the famous mines in the northern part of the Immortal Realm, and the Ten Thousand Yuan Mountain Range is a large mineral vein!
"The Hu Clan is recruiting miners, offering one hundred mid-grade spirit stones per month!"
"The Moon Worship Sect urgently needs Foundation Establishment stage cultivators. Those who pass the assessment will receive a Spirit Transformation Pill!"
"The Li Immortal Clan urgently needs a group of test subjects; generous compensation will be offered!"
In a small town in the state of sin, there are strongholds and branches of various forces, all recruiting workers.
The spirit mines in the Sinful State are occupied by various powerful forces, and mining them is extremely arduous. Therefore, they all offer generous conditions to attract cultivators from lower levels.
Many familiar major powers are present, including the Li family and the Sun Moon Cult.
Li Lan was wandering around when suddenly an old man blocked his path and laughed:
"Young friend, please wait!"
Li Lan glanced at him; the old man was dressed in an old Taoist robe, exuding an air of otherworldly refinement. He also held a sign in his hand with the words:
"Divine divination, able to foretell human fortune and misfortune!"
"What do you mean, fellow Daoist?"
Li Lan asked a question.
"I am the 33rd generation successor of the Heavenly Mystery Sect, True Man Duantian. I observe that you have a rosy complexion and extremely vigorous vital energy. You will surely have a great harvest on your trip to Sin Prefecture!"
The old Taoist priest said, "However, young friend, you lack a treasure to protect yourself. Once you enter the wasteland mines, you will likely face a calamity!"
"My master taught me the Heavenly Mystery Sect, which only concerns fate and karma. Seeing that you, fellow Daoist, have a great destiny, I have a section of immortal bone here. If you can hold it, you will surely be spared from disaster!"
As he spoke, he took out a piece of grayish-white bone and waved it in front of Li Lan. A wisp of immortal energy flashed across the grayish-white bone.
Li Lan was taken aback, because the bone the old man was holding was indeed extraordinary.
These must truly be the remains of an immortal with extraordinary cultivation.
"How about it, young friend? I wish to invest in you and share in your fortune. I will give you this bone, but if you gain anything in this wasteland, you must give me one-third of it. What do you say?"
The old Taoist priest patiently guided him.
Li Lan agreed, saying, "Okay, thank you then."
The old Taoist priest nodded with delight, took out the immortal bone and was about to hand it to Li Lan, but suddenly hesitated and said:
“Young friend, you are a person of great fortune, but this matter involves cause and effect. Please give me some worldly items as collateral. After you fulfill your promise to me, I will return them to you.”
Li Lan wanted to laugh to herself. The tricks of the swindlers in this world were indeed far inferior to those of the professionals in modern society.
The scheme is simple: when others see the immortal bones, they will be bewitched and, tempted, will surely hand over their possessions as collateral.
But actually, that's when they fell into the trap.
Because the broken bones the old Taoist priest gave were worthless!
Li Lan has a whole bunch of these immortal bones in his pocket, and they're all of much higher grade than his!
"Never mind, I can't accept your gift, sir."
After saying that, Li Lan turned and left without lingering.
"Hey hey..."
The old Taoist priest was very puzzled.
Behind him, a young Taoist disciple exclaimed, "Master, how did the duck that was almost in our hands fly away..."
"Don't panic, my disciple. This duck's wings are too strong. Let it fly away. There's no fear that the next one won't be tempted!"
The old Taoist priest didn't interfere much, muttering, "After we finish this job, let's go check out the Zhu family. They seem to have made a big haul lately..."
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Li Lan didn't linger; he quickly left and entered the wilderness.
Not long after they went deeper, a group of cultivators hurriedly fled from the front.
"Run away!"
"Please let us go! We don't want Yuefeng anymore, we want to leave!"
"This mine is haunted!"
These were miners fleeing from danger, pursued by powerful forces. They were quickly surrounded, many were killed, and the others were forced to return.
Li Lan, hidden in the shadows, witnessed this scene and felt a heavy weight in her heart.
The situation in the state of Sin is chaotic.
The major powers divide up the spoils, and everyone else here is truly like an ant.
Some independent cultivators were even forcibly conscripted.
How did the descendants of the Venerable One and all the saints survive in such a place?
He could only be thankful that he could still find his way by relying on the remains and the connections with his descendants, which proved that the descendants of the saints had not all died out.
Near the Wanyuan Mountain Range are huge mines, each bearing a large flag indicating its affiliation.
Li Lan bypassed them all.
"It's right ahead!"
Finally, on the third day, Li Lan crossed a gentle hill and saw a village built of stones in the distance.
"Hmm? The connection has gone astray?"
As Li Lan approached the village, his spell suddenly felt a strong pull. He was surprised for a moment, then followed the guiding image.
Soon after, he walked into a pile of rubble and found several remaining tombstones.
Before the mound with the strongest attraction, there are some words on the tombstone:
“The tomb of the thirteenth generation of the Ming Dynasty.”
The names are no longer legible, but Li Lang guesses that those buried here are likely descendants of the saints.
Moreover, it must have been very powerful, so that after many years, it was able to summon the remains of its ancestors on its own.
Li Lan observed carefully and, through his spiritual eye, he could vaguely see the extraordinary power waiting to be unleashed within the tomb. Once triggered, it could probably slay immortals!
"It seems that the direct descendants of the saints were buried here after they died."
Li Lan sighed softly and prepared to be buried here.
Using his spiritual eye, he chose a good location, dug a pit, opened the storage ring, and buried the bones of the Venerable One and the saints.
As the bones were laid to rest, Li Lan vaguely heard many sounds: excited shouts, a melancholy that seemed to transcend eternity, and the relief of a soul returning home...
The grave mound was newly built, and Li Lan used a handful of soil as incense.
Just as he was offering sacrifices to the saints, a voice suddenly rang out:
"Where did that old geezer bury his things? If you dare to lie to me again, I'll wipe out your entire village!"
Li Lan turned his head and released his divine sense. He saw a group of people rushing over. A group of ordinary-looking villagers were being driven by more than a dozen cultivators riding exotic spirit horses toward the cemetery.
Li Lan frowned slightly, quickly found a place to hide and remained still, concealing his aura.
"Is this your ancestral land? Are the bones of that great immortal buried here?"
Upon reaching the tomb, a gaunt, middle-aged cultivator who was the leader of the group spoke in a cold voice.
These monks were all dressed in light black uniforms, with a small "朱" character embroidered in gold thread on the cuffs.
"Our ancestors' remains have been buried for many years. We have nothing left for you, sir. Please, spare us..."
An elderly man among the villagers pleaded.
"Old man, enough nonsense, tell me, is the thirteenth generation successor of the Mingzun, the last great immortal of your Ming Court, really buried here?"
The gaunt man spoke coldly.
The old man was unwilling to speak, but the gaunt man coldly said, "Bring his granddaughter up!"
A young girl was brought forward. She was dressed in simple clothes, and although she was an ordinary person, she was extremely beautiful. Her eyes were as clear as autumn water. She pursed her lips and said stubbornly:
"Grandpa, don't tell them..."
"court death!"
The gaunt man slapped the girl hard across the face, leaving a bright red handprint on her fair cheek. He said coldly:
"If I don't teach you a lesson, do you really think I, Zhu Wuquan, am all that hot?"
As he spoke, he suddenly ripped off the girl's outer garment. With a tearing sound, the girl's snow-white arms and her close-fitting undergarments were revealed. She was terrified!
"Old man, if you don't talk, I'll make your granddaughter a whore for all men right here, right in front of your ancestors, hahahaha..."
He spoke loudly.
"Clear!"
The villagers' eyes were all red with anger, but no matter how furious they were, they could not break free from the cultivator's control.
"The Zhu family was once subordinate to the Ming court. Do they really not care about any past ties at all?!"
The old man couldn't hold back any longer and finally spoke.
"Ming Zilou, you finally admit that you are descendants of Mingzun, hehe..."
Zhu Wuquan sneered, "Let me tell you, even if you don't talk today, I'll dig this whole place up. And I'm going to enjoy your granddaughter too!"
The old man known as Mingzilou was utterly despondent. They had lived in anonymity for so many years, never expecting to be found by the Zhu family, who had once served under the Ming court...
In the shadows, Li Lan finally understood the situation, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes!
The saints went to war for the entire immortal realm, only to be betrayed and their souls could not return to their homeland. Even their descendants have fallen to this state!
Even after hiding his identity and becoming an ordinary person, he was still not let go!
If the saints in the afterlife knew this, how heartbroken they would be.
He activated his spiritual eye and could tell that Zhu Wuquan was the strongest among the group of cultivators, around the mid-stage of Core Formation, while the others were generally at the Foundation Establishment or Qi Refining level eight or nine.
He pondered a way to strike.
At that moment, another aged voice suddenly rang out:
"We can't dig here, we can't dig here..."
A streak of light rapidly approached, and an old Taoist priest with an air of otherworldly grace landed. He made a hand seal with one hand and held up a hand gesture with eight characters written on it:
"Divine divination, able to foretell human fortune and misfortune!"
This is a Core Formation cultivator.
"People from the Heavenly Mystery Sect?"
Zhu Wuquan was somewhat surprised, realizing the other party's background.
"Amitabha! This old Daoist is none other than the thirty-third generation successor of the Heavenly Mystery Sect, the True Man of Broken Heaven!"
The old Taoist smiled and said, "There is great terror here, fellow Daoist, you must not act rashly!"
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