The three Blood Tiger Gang members stared at the white-haired man crawling out of the coffin.
Blood-red light shone across his face, and his eyes seemed to glimmer with strange, ghostly radiance, making him look sinister and terrifying.
"Ghost!"
The three of them felt their hearts tremble and could not help crying out.
In the middle of the night, in a graveyard, with the yin wind howling in fury, someone crawled out of a coffin and said they had disturbed his sleep. That was far too creepy.
Even Zhao Yan, who was being held down, trembled all over in terror.
Though he respected his master deeply, he did not want his master's ghost coming back to look for him.
However, Wang Tong, who had been trembling all along, suddenly seemed to lose his mind. Gritting his teeth, he hardened his heart. "Master, if you're dead, then don't come back!"
He thrust his dagger at Qi Yuan.
"Sigh, I only wanted to quietly undergo Mortal Transformation. Why did so many people have to force me?" Qi Yuan was helpless.
His original plan had been to continue the white-haired man's Mortal Transformation.
Since the white-haired man was dead, he could simply borrow his coffin and continue undergoing Mortal Transformation.
With his talent, if he lay in the coffin for a year or two and did nothing, he would probably break through Mortal Transformation and reach Ancestor God, right?
Qi Yuan's plan had been perfect.
After all, based on Qi Yuan's many years of watching television dramas and following comics, so-called Mortal Transformation was similar to living in seclusion—hiding amid the mortal world, untouched by worldly affairs.
Yet many people failed their Mortal Transformation. In Qi Yuan's understanding, it was because they had chosen the wrong location. Though they were supposedly undergoing Mortal