Where Northern Qi's dragon vein was hidden was not something a minor player like Great Han could know. Xiang Yuan mentioned it casually, and seeing that the other party indeed had no idea, he switched to asking where the Liu Clan's imperial mausoleum was located.
Dig a thief's tunnel into the imperial mausoleum and excavate downward—he should be able to strike paydirt.
If he found nothing, he would go to the imperial palace and dig another thief's tunnel.
The Liu Clan's important sites amounted to only a few places when all was said and done. There couldn't be any mistake.
Having sorted out his thoughts, Xiang Yuan immediately set to work. Before leaving, he had the burly men gang up on the gay man who had tried to steal his virtue. Xiang Yuan did not make things too difficult for him—beating him for half a shichen would do.
The Liu Clan's imperial mausoleum was heavily guarded. Armored Imperial Guards bearing halberds patrolled back and forth, while formation experts kept watch as well. Should any outsider intrude and trigger the restrictions, Grandmaster-level experts would inevitably be summoned.
Xiang Yuan concealed himself. Watching from afar, he sank underground and got straight to work.
The style of the Liu Clan of Tai'an was unknown to him. But taking the Xiao Clan and Li Clan, both imperial families, as reference—and following the Ganyuan Region's matching system—they were surely another bunch of scoundrels so vile they smoked.
If he went to their door and told them their dragon vein had been nailed down, asking them to send two Grandmasters with him if they did not believe it, the outcome needed no saying: he would definitely be seized on the spot.
Whether they could seize him was another matter. Mainly, no one would believe him, and