Miao Family Ancestral Grave

The Crippled Old Woman was as thin as a rail, looking as if a gust of wind could blow her over. Her right pant leg was empty from the calf down. If not for the support of the charcoal stick in her hand, she likely wouldn't be able to walk. Yet, in her eyes as she looked at Ye Tong, there was a gentleness that was hard for ordinary people to perceive.

"Eat up!"

Ye Tong pondered the words the Medicine Slave had spoken earlier. On the surface, he said calmly, "Eat up!" He could feel the goodwill emanating from the Crippled Old Woman towards him.

The meal was eaten quickly by the four of them, as if none of them particularly liked the somewhat somber atmosphere.

After finishing his meal and taking his medicinal bath, Ye Tong walked out alone. He still had two unfinished matters to attend to: one was to pick up the custom-made prosthetic limb from the blacksmith shop, and the other was to pay a visit to the Miao Family.

The fact that the Miao Family's patriarch would send experts to kill him in order to please the Tong Family made him feel very angry. Although Tong Siyuan had sent him bank notes again, which might have come from the Miao Family, he had long heard of the Miao Family's way of doing things. The members of this family were not good people. To have developed to this point, they had committed no shortage of acts of murder, robbery, baseness, and shamelessness.

Destroying the Miao Family was revenge, and it could also be considered eliminating a scourge for the people!

The afterglow painted the sky, making it look as if it were burning.

In the shop area of the medicinal herb market, Tong Kaishan, with a long sword on his back, walked out of a century-old medicinal herb shop, followed by two household slaves carrying medicinal herbs.

"Huh?"

Tong Kaishan stopped abruptly because he saw a familiar figure walking towards the entrance of the medicinal herb market. Tong Kaishan pondered for a moment, then turned and said, "You two take the herbs back. I have something to attend to."

"Yes!" The two household slaves quickly responded.

Tong Kaishan walked forward. His pace was slow, following the familiar back from a distance to avoid being discovered. In his heart, although he still harbored a trace of hatred for Ye Tong, he was more curious. He always felt that Ye Tong was shrouded in a sense of mystery, and he had a desire to uncover it.

"The blacksmith shop?"

Tong Kaishan followed all the way. When he discovered Ye Tong entering a blacksmith shop, his expression immediately showed surprise. After a slight thought, he didn't rush to leave. Instead, he turned and entered a teahouse diagonally opposite. He chose a seat by the window on the second floor, sipping the unpalatable tea while keeping an eye on the blacksmith shop's entrance.

"Clang, clang..."

This was the most beautiful sound from the blacksmith shop. The sparks flying from hundreds of hammer strikes were the most dazzling scenery. Although the blacksmiths who forged ironware all day were very hardworking, they still found joy in it.

Upon Ye Tong's arrival, he received VIP treatment. The young shop assistant enthusiastically led him inside. Master Tielang greeted him with genuine warmth, and the other blacksmiths offered friendly smiles, which left Ye Tong a bit confused.

"Master Tielang, is the item I ordered ready?" Tielang dropped the heavy hammer in his hand and wiped his shiny forehead with his greasy, sweat-stained hand. He smiled and said, "It's ready. I'll go get it for you right away."

Actually, Ye Tong didn't have much hope for the forging skills in this world, as Earth's technology demanded extremely high precision in the manufacturing and production of items.

However, when Tielang returned to Ye Tong with the forged and assembled prosthetic limb, even Ye Tong, with his strong composure, couldn't help but be taken aback. Clearly, the craftsmanship of this prosthetic limb exceeded Ye Tong's expectations.

"This... you forged this?"

"That's right. Are you satisfied?"

"Yes!"

Ye Tong took it and, after an inspection, immediately realized he had underestimated the forging level of this world. The prosthetic limb in his hand was even better than any he had seen before, especially in terms of materials. He didn't know what materials Tielang had added to it, which greatly increased its sturdiness, and many parts were very flexible and smooth.

Ye Tong looked up and said, "Master Tielang, I regret something now."

Tielang asked, "What do you regret?"

Ye Tong said, "I shouldn't have accepted the ten thousand taels of Blue Silver. I should have asked for a share of the profits from the prosthetic limbs."

Tielang looked confused and asked, "What is 'shares'?"

"Shares, well..."

Ye Tong explained with a dry laugh, "It's a commission from the profits of selling the prosthetic limbs. With your forging skills, the prosthetic limbs you create are perfect. When they start selling, I'm sure the business will be very popular, and naturally, the profits will be immense. Even if I only took a ten percent share of the profits then, it would likely be much more than ten thousand taels of Blue Silver."

"Heh heh!"

Even though Tielang's greatest skill was forging ironware, he still had some talent in business, so he naturally understood that Ye Tong's words were not false. This world revered martial strength, and there were too many cultivators who lost an arm or a leg in battles. Especially in Cold Mountain City, countless adventurers entered the Golden Phoenix Mountain Range and the southern barbarian territories, and cultivators became disabled almost every day.

Once the sale of prosthetic limbs was known, it would likely cause a frenzy of buying. At that time, their blacksmith shop would make a fortune. Thinking about it this way, he had indeed taken great advantage of Ye Tong.

Tielang pondered for a moment and said, "Wait for me."

Saying that, Tielang turned and walked towards the room where he usually lived. Soon, he returned to Ye Tong with a sheathed long sword and directly threw it to Ye Tong, saying, "This sword is a divine weapon forged by my master, and it's also a magical artifact. When you inject Vital Energy into it, it can unleash great power."

Ye Tong asked blankly, "Master Tielang, you are..."

Tielang said, "I don't like to take advantage of people. As you said, ten thousand taels of Blue Silver is indeed a bit little. Therefore, I'm giving you this sword as a gift. I hope you don't dislike it."

Dislike it?

This was a magical artifact!

It was a true divine weapon!

Ye Tong pondered for a moment, took out a jade bottle from his embrace, and handed it to Tielang. "I was just joking. What we agreed on before cannot be changed. However, I am indeed lacking a good weapon right now. This jade bottle contains ten Qi Gathering Pills, which I refined myself. They can increase Vital Energy. Consider it an exchange for this sword!"

Qi Gathering Pills?

Tielang's expression showed surprise. He knew how precious pills were. There was no one in Cold Mountain City who could refine pills, as far as he knew. Even if there were pills for sale, they were all from the only shop in town, and all the pills were transported from the county city.

That's not right!

How could someone who hadn't reached the Foundation Establishment stage refine pills? It required constructing a basic formation to support the formation of pills. He hadn't heard of any Houtian cultivators being able to do that.

This kid has a secret.

Tielang glanced deeply at Ye Tong, put the jade bottle into his embrace, and nodded calmly. He didn't press Ye Tong about his secret because everyone had their own secrets. Ye Tong had one, and he himself had one as well.

"Farewell." Ye Tong hung the long sword on his waist, took the prosthetic limb in the wooden box, and walked outside. He had one important matter to attend to before he would temporarily leave Cold Mountain City tomorrow.

On the second floor of the teahouse.

Tong Kaishan sat by the window, the murky tea in his cup difficult to swallow. However, he wasn't here to enjoy tea; he was merely putting on a show, his attention focused on the entrance of the blacksmith shop.

"He's out."

Suddenly, Tong Kaishan's heart jolted.

A moment later, Tong Kaishan tossed down a piece of Blue Silver, not bothering to wait for change. He quietly left the teahouse and began tailing Ye Tong from a distance. He noticed that Ye Tong wasn't heading towards the Precious Medicine Workshop.

Cloaked by the night and guided by the starlight, Ye Tong slowly made his way towards the Miao Family Ancestral Grave. A few days prior, while refining pills, he had asked a Medicine Slave to inquire about the location of the Miao Family Ancestral Grave. Though he couldn't pinpoint the exact spot, after asking two passersby, he had managed to get a clear understanding.

From behind, Tong Kaishan stopped an old man pushing a wooden cart. Slipping a piece of Blue Silver into the elder's hand, he asked in a low voice, "Old timer, what did that young fellow ahead of us ask you about?"

The elder looked at the Blue Silver in his hand in surprise, then glanced back at Ye Tong's retreating figure disappearing at the intersection. A look of satisfaction then spread across his face as he said, "That young man was quite peculiar. At this late hour, he was asking me about the Miao Family Ancestral Grave. However, he wasn't as generous as you; he at least gave me some silver for asking directions."

The Miao Family Ancestral Grave?

Tong Kaishan wore a strange expression. What was Ye Tong doing at the Miao Family Ancestral Grave so late at night? Could it be that he was going there to kowtow and apologize for killing so many people from the Miao Family a few days ago?

Tong Kaishan was utterly bewildered and quietly followed.

The Miao Family Ancestral Grave.

A picturesque spot nestled by the mountains and water, it was a dense area of green pines. A straight path extended through it, flanked by dozens of tombstones. Upon arriving, Ye Tong's gaze swept over each tombstone, confirming they were all graves of Miao Family ancestors. A ruthless expression immediately appeared on his refined face.

Meet violence with violence, and kill to stop killing.

Ye Tong could tell that the Miao Family's burial ground was a place with excellent feng shui. A small spiritual vein nearby flowed into this area through a gap in the mountains. If this trend continued, within three generations, the Miao Family would produce a remarkable individual who would lead them to even greater prosperity.

"He who does much evil will perish by his own hand. Your Miao Family's methods are cruel and heartless, and you've committed no small number of wicked deeds over the years. It was one thing when you acted wickedly in the past, but to provoke me, Ye Tong, is your misfortune."

After some busy work, Ye Tong altered the feng shui of the Miao Family Ancestral Grave, even diverting the spiritual veins that flowed into it to other directions.

Causing financial ruin and inviting disaster, Ye Tong was confident that within half a month, the curtain would fall on the Miao Family's decline, and within months, they would completely disappear from the territory of Cold Mountain City.

After finishing his work, Ye Tong turned and left the dense pine forest. As he approached the east gate of Cold Mountain City, he suddenly stopped. Without looking back, he said calmly, "You've been following me all night, you must be tired! Come out."

Hearing Ye Tong's voice, Tong Kaishan's confusion intensified. He truly couldn't figure out what Ye Tong was up to. What was the point of him going to the Miao Family Ancestral Grave in the middle of the night to mess around? Was he sleepwalking? Or was he just bored and had nothing better to do? However, when Ye Tong's voice sounded from ahead, his heart tightened, and he felt an urge to turn and run.

In his opinion, this Ye Tong fellow was simply too strange.

Ye Tong's voice turned cold, and he sneered, "Are you sure you're not coming out?"

Tong Kaishan hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth. He caught up from behind and said with a wry smile, "Sorry, I just happened to be passing by."