On a hillside in a Feng Shui treasure land.
This precious site stored wind and gathered water, with mountains encircling it and streams embracing it. Azure Dragon on the left, White Tiger on the right, a table mountain in the distance—however one looked at it, it was an excellent location for a tomb. And indeed, there was a grand tomb here: the ancestral grave of some cultivator who had gathered Central Plains cultivators into an alliance and followed the Western Teachings into action.
The ancient grave's moss-covered old bricks showed their age, yet someone maintained it year-round, leaving not a blade of weed in sight.
Suddenly, the entire main tomb collapsed with a thunderous crash...
Rumble—!
The graveyard became a deep pit, underground water surging up and turning it into a well. The tomb keeper went pale with terror and ran madly down the mountain to report the news. A little boy sat atop the fallen massive tombstone.
Iron Ball spat fiercely into the burial pit and cursed furiously.
"Cough—ptooey!"
"You plague-ridden bastard! Dead is dead, yet you had to bury dozens of virgin boys and girls with you! Worse than beasts! Every large tomb dug up in the Central Plains has human sacrifices inside! Wasting food is the most shameful thing!"
Iron Ball had initially felt somewhat uneasy about grave robbing, but she had never expected burial sacrifices to be fashionable in this era, especially virgin boys and girls. As someone who stopped hunting once she was full, Iron Ball simply could not understand such behavior. Vaguely, she felt that this had to change—at the very least, humans could not be allowed to develop the habit of wasting food.
She took out the tomb owner's thigh bone and inspected it. It had not been used for grinding teeth, and