Grave Robbing and Settling Down

Qingyan City was in chaos.

The "Fake Spirit Stones" had drawn even more people than Chen Luo and the others had expected. On the second day after they left, four figures descended from the air and entered the Qingyan City Lord's residence.

"Good thing I'm already dead."

Zi Tianji and Chen Luo stood atop a hill outside Qingyan City, watching the commotion within the city with gloating expressions.

Such a tremendous "favor" as the Bloodline Curse naturally had to be repaid.

During the previous chase through the market town, he had pretended to be "gravely wounded" by an unknown person, Fallen Down from the Air and smashed his head onto a stone, "dying" on the spot. Though that death was somewhat hasty, the matter itself was unimportant.

As long as there was an excuse, no one would care whether it was real or fake.

"Dead?!"

The white-robed man looked at the corpse inside the room, his face turning livid.

Since yesterday, the situation had spiraled out of control. They had not even figured out where their enemy was, yet they had somehow been plotted against. Now, a pack of sharks that had caught the scent of fish had swarmed over, demanding that they share the method for refining "Fake Spirit Stones," instantly putting them at a disadvantage.

"A dignified Nascent Soul Cultivator fell down from the air and died from the fall. Do you believe that?! You want me to use that excuse to deal with those people outside?"

"If they don't believe it, tell them to come find me!"

The Qingyan City Lord's expression was dark.

He had verified it several times already. The Bloodline Curse planted on Zi Tianji had indeed shattered, and the location where it broke was also where Zi Tianji had fallen.

He suspected that