An Incredibly Noble Man

I took the Yin token Martial Uncle had given me before off my neck.

Then I put on the Yin gathering token, which was wrapped in ordinary wood, around my neck.

"Do you still want this Yin token?" I asked Martial Uncle.

"No, it's yours now. Don't just throw it away because it's an ordinary Yin token.

Although this Yin token can't compare to the one your Grandfather made, it's still a rare treasure on the market.

I won't say it's unique, that would be exaggerating, but it's definitely uncommon.

You've been with me for so long, so I'll give you something to remember me by," Martial Uncle replied.

I nodded and, with a thought, placed the ordinary Yin token into the small space.

The next morning, we got up early and prepared a lavish meal.

Martial Uncle said, "Eat up. After this meal, we'll head to the back mountain to settle things, and then we'll go our separate ways."

Hearing Martial Uncle's words made me feel a bit sad. The meal was sumptuous, but it tasted like chewing wax to me.

My spirits weren't high either. Martial Uncle glanced at me, and a look of reluctance appeared in his eyes.

Perhaps it's the time of parting, it always brings a touch of sadness. After all, humans are social creatures.

It's normal to feel a bit reluctant. I comforted myself in my heart.

After eating, our group set off for the back mountain. As we passed through the village, I saw it was even more dilapidated than before.

A flicker of sadness crossed my eyes. Qianqian also had a sad expression on her face.

Perhaps it was because it was time to part with Martial Uncle, and seeing the place where I grew up now in such disrepair.

Only Qianqian and I were left alive in the entire village, and Qianqian was just a soul.

Thinking about the uncertain future and the path ahead, I unexpectedly burst into tears, and so did Qianqian.

Martial Uncle sighed and patted my and Qianqian's heads. "Oh, you silly children, why are you crying? We'll see each other again."

Nangong Yiyi also comforted us with a sad expression, "Don't be afraid. I'll be with you from now on. I'll protect you both."

I stopped crying, sniffled, and nodded.

Once Qianqian and I felt a little better, we continued towards the back mountain.

Sigh... I'm only seventeen, and so much has happened all at once. I couldn't hold back my emotions and started crying.

It's not that I'm being overly sentimental. Anyone else would be in the same situation! I thought to myself.

Before long, we arrived at the back mountain and, familiar with the path, walked in and opened the Eight Trigrams Array.

At the very bottom, Nangong Yiyi made a stone coffin on the spot.

She struck the cave wall with her palm, and several large stones, two to three meters long, rolled onto the ground. Then, channeling her cultivation, she grabbed at the stones with her claws.

The large stones cracked into slabs, and with her hands moving swiftly, a stone coffin appeared before us in no time.

I was dumbfounded. Cultivation can be used like this? I wondered in my heart.

"Alright, let's put this girl's corpse in. Be careful not to damage it, or it'll be troublesome later," Nangong Yiyi said.

I stepped forward and carefully placed Qianqian's corpse inside. I tidied her face before stepping back.

Then, Nangong Yiyi waved her sleeve, and the stone coffin lid on the ground flew up and covered the coffin. Simultaneously, the coffin slowly sank into the ground.

After finishing everything, I looked at the jar and asked Martial Uncle, "What about this?"

Martial Uncle and Nangong Yiyi couldn't immediately think of the best place to put it.

"Let me out! That thing on this kid's neck is quite good. I want to live there," a voice came from inside the jar.

"You're dreaming," I quickly retorted.

Then I froze. "How did you know this thing on my neck could house ghosts?" I asked.

Martial Uncle and Nangong Yiyi were also surprised. At first, even Martial Uncle hadn't noticed the hidden wonders within this Yin token.

If Nangong Yiyi hadn't been so observant, she wouldn't have discovered it either, as it looked like just an ordinary Yin token.

Before I sensed the interior of the Yin token, Martial Uncle and Nangong Yiyi felt nothing unusual.

They just found it a bit strange. It was only when my consciousness entered it that I understood.

This was a treasure, and for ghostly creatures, it was an even greater treasure.

It was the kind of item people would fight over if they encountered it. Perhaps there was only one like it in the world.

Since my Grandfather's whereabouts were unknown, the only person who could make such a thing was him.

I had asked Martial Uncle about it before, and he said he had lived for decades and had only seen this one.

"What exactly are you? Why are your cultivation levels mediocre, yet you know things that shouldn't be known at your level?" Nangong Yiyi asked, frowning her beautiful brows.

Martial Uncle also looked at the jar with a somber expression. The voice from inside the jar said, "I don't know! I don't know where I came from.

I don't know where I'm going, and I don't even know my own name."

If I had known, I would have gotten out long ago. While this jar is powerful, it can't trap me.

It would just take a little effort. I just thought that after I got out, I wouldn't know where to go or what to do.

So, I figured it was better to stay here, sleep, and space out.

Then I thought that if I slept inside your token...

It would probably be much more comfortable than this jar, so I wanted you to let me out."

Then it continued, "Kid, why don't you let me live inside it?

If you need me in the future, I can help you out, as long as it's within my abilities, of course.

Consider it paying rent. What do you say?"

My immediate thought was to refuse. What a joke! That place is a paradise for ghostly creatures.

How could I dare let something with such an unclear origin inside?

Before I could even speak, Nangong Yiyi waved me off and looked at Martial Uncle, saying:

"Why don't we let this thing out and see what it actually is?

With your cultivation and my strength as a Ghost King, it's just a minor ghost spirit, it can't cause much trouble."

After speaking, Nangong Yiyi looked at Martial Uncle, seeking his opinion.

Martial Uncle hesitated for a moment, a thoughtful expression appearing in his eyes, then he nodded.

He then raised his hand, and the red seal on the jar fell to the side.

Instantly, a mass of black mist rushed out of the jar's opening. Martial Uncle and Nangong Yiyi also got into fighting stances, ready to act.

I also took a few steps back, pulling Qianqian behind me, and looked at the jar with a solemn expression.

The four of us stared nervously at the black mist. As the mist slowly dissipated, revealing a figure, I was stunned on the spot.

It was a man, and the only word to describe him was "handsome." So handsome, with sharp sword-like eyebrows, starry eyes, and thin lips.

His facial features were perfectly proportioned, not a bit more, not a bit less, just incredibly pleasing to the eye.

He had a lazy expression with a hint of a refined smile, his hands clasped behind his back.

He floated in mid-air, looking at us. For a moment, neither side spoke first.