Low-End Work
"...a burial place hiding corpses to evade Corpse Dissolution..."
Mo Hua's heart sank. He asked, "Who... is buried beneath the ground?"
Old Mo smiled. "Evading Corpse Dissolution is a grave crime in the eyes of the Dao Court. Anyone daring to do such a thing would certainly cover it up airtight. They might even wish to slash their own face and name to pieces rather than let anyone know..."
"Unless one personally goes underground and digs open the grave, no one can know who exactly lies buried inside..."
"However," Old Mo changed tack, "from the information we currently have, the person buried here is most likely an elder with real authority from some aristocratic clan in Kun Province. At the very least, he was once a renowned Golden Core powerhouse."
"A renowned Golden Core powerhouse..." Mo Hua's gaze shifted slightly. He glanced at the others, then looked to Old Mo and asked, "Wouldn't entering the grave of someone like that be very dangerous?"
A Golden Core powerhouse had at least mid- to late-stage Golden Core cultivation.
Having evaded Corpse Dissolution and secretly buried himself here, no one knew what scheme he had in mind—but he had certainly set up plenty of mechanisms and deadly dangers to prevent anyone from digging up his grave after death.
Mo Hua said, "The five of us are all early-stage Golden Core cultivators. If anything goes wrong underground, wouldn't we all die in there?"
And you people still dared to go?
Old Mo said blandly, "Fortune is sought amid danger. This is the sort of business people like us do."
Why rob tombs if one feared death? Without taking risks, how could one possibly get rich?
Mo Hua was taken aback and found it difficult to say anything.
Old Mo assumed Mo Hua