Khitan Divine Maiden of a Thousand Years (Please Keep Reading)

The ancient tomb was deep and secluded, bodies lay scattered everywhere, adding another layer of bloodiness to the already eerie atmosphere.

This massacre within the ancient tomb was utterly shocking. It was the first time the Grave-Robbing Trio had seen such a bloody scene.

This was not some trap within the tomb, but a life-or-death struggle between people.

"Can I become your disciple?"

Those words struck Ying Caihong straight in the heart. She had been born with unusual traits and was skilled at bewitching people, but she truly had no real ability.

Huang Bai's words were the greatest mockery imaginable to her.

Ying Caihong raised her head to look at the Daoist. His face was full of smiles, and there was nothing to suggest that he was an executioner who had killed countless people.

Her hands trembled without end. This cult leader, worshipped by tens of thousands, was now nothing more than a helpless middle-aged woman.

"I... no, my lord, I am willing to serve you as my master. All the assets of the Global Spiritual Cultivation Society will be offered to you. I only beg that you allow me to join your sect."

Ying Caihong crawled on her knees to Huang Bai's feet, her expression filled with devotion and fervor.

When fear reached its extreme, it became faith. Faith and fear were one and the same. Knowing she could not defeat him, Ying Caihong decided to submit to him.

To gain Huang Bai's trust, she gritted her teeth and ripped off her wig.

"Damn! A monster!" Wang Pangzi cried out.

Beneath the wig was a completely bald head. Baldness itself was nothing remarkable, but the vicious scar running down the middle of her scalp looked like a centipede crawling across the top of her head.

Ying Caihong's lofty, otherworldly bearing vanished completely.

"Please, save my life. I'll agree to anything."

"Daoist Huang... don't believe this woman's nonsense. Take her down!" Wang Pangzi instinctively spoke with reverence. After all, the Daoist before them had killed without batting an eye.

Even if those he had killed were enemies.

Huang Bai did not respond. Instead, he looked at the scar on Ying Caihong's head.

He recalled the Five-Hell Human-Demon Method from Twin-Pupil World.

"A gravely ill person, five Human Fiends, eyes..."

The woman before him happened to meet all the requirements. Though she did not have double pupils, those amber eyes ought to count as well.

With that thought, Huang Bai came up with a plan. "Then let's see how sincere you are."

"Yes, thank you, Daoist." As though she had seized a lifeline, Ying Caihong hurriedly rose, put her wig back on, and followed at Huang Bai's side.

Seeing Huang Bai make his stance clear, the others said nothing further. Huang Bai's overwhelming display this time had established his authority.

Hu Bayi touched the area beneath his nose, looked at the powder on his fingertips, and said,

"This should be some pill you refined, right? Why is this sword so sharp?"

If he had guessed correctly, that strange powder had caused the illusion earlier.

But no matter how he thought about it, he could not understand how a bronze sword could possibly be so sharp.

"This is a Daoist spell—the Vajra Divine Sword Edge-Opening Incantation." Huang Bai smiled.

This scene was quite similar to the slaughter at the Daoist temple in Twin-Pupil World. His current combat strength was now roughly on par with Lin Daosheng from Double Vision.

"I never thought spells were real..." Shirley Yang sighed. This had truly opened her eyes. Ancient Chinese alchemy and mystical arts really existed.

"It's getting late. We should probably leave," Hu Bayi said.

"Since we're already here, why not solve the mystery from all those years ago before leaving?" Huang Bai asked.

Hu Bayi pondered for a moment, clearly tempted.

"Fine."

Before long, Hu Bayi uncovered the true location of the tomb passage.

They passed through the dim passage, and the view suddenly opened up. Before them was a bottomless chasm. Wooden bridges linked the various points like a spiderweb, while ancient buildings, covered in dust, stood in magnificent splendor.

The wooden bridges crisscrossed one another like a fishing net cast over the abyss.

"That damn Khitan princess must've squeezed the common people dry to build all this. Today, I, Lord Pangzi, will uphold justice for Heaven!" Wang Pangzi raised his entrenching shovel and was about to step onto the wooden bridge.

"Wait!" Huang Bai suddenly stopped him. Before anyone could respond, he picked up a stone and tossed it onto the bridge.

Whoosh!

The stone scraped against the bridge surface, throwing out a string of ghostly green sparks.

Huang Bai guessed that the bridge was coated in some sort of phosphorus powder. The moment someone stepped on it, it would spontaneously ignite.

"Bayi, keep calculating."

"Alright." Hu Bayi continued using the Sixteen-Character Feng Shui Secret Art to unravel the mystery.

They soon found the correct bridge and arrived at the next point. It was an ancient temple, filled with countless skulls and strange stone carvings.

Ying Caihong suddenly spoke, pointing at a bronze emblem beneath one of the carvings. "Master, this bronze emblem is the key to opening the Khitan princess's coffin."

The ancient legends Ying Caihong had collected before mentioned this.

Huang Bai stepped forward and used his divine sense to probe the mechanism inside.

"Bayi, calculate the correct route. This bronze emblem is connected to some mechanism. I'm afraid removing it will trigger a collapse here."

"Alright."

Hu Bayi went outside and calculated the correct path.

Then Huang Bai removed the bronze emblem.

Click, click, click!

The ancient temple began to shake, and a mass of ghostly fire rose from nowhere. It spread outward at astonishing speed.

"Run!!"

Everyone turned and fled. Wang Pangzi carried the lame-legged Big Gold Tooth on his back as sparks spread all the way behind them, the ghostly green flames illuminating the entire cavern.

Fortunately, Huang Bai had warned them in time. Though they were in a sorry state, they did not panic.

Soon, the group crossed bridge after bridge.

Boom!

All the bridges and points behind them collapsed.

There was no path ahead. Huang Bai walked along the stone wall, his divine sense reaching five meters out and sweeping every corner.

At last, he stopped in front of a ghost-head statue with bared fangs and kicked open its jaws.

Boom!

A pitch-black opening appeared before them.

"Daoist Huang, you have a sharp eye. Could you also be a descendant of one of the Four Tomb-Robbing Lineages?" Shirley Yang asked curiously.

Tomb robbers were divided into four schools: Grave Touching, Mountain Moving, Ridge Unloading, and Mound Raising.

Grave Touching had talismans, Mountain Moving had techniques, Mound Raising had seals, and Ridge Unloading had armor.

Shirley Yang strongly suspected that Huang Bai might be descended from one of those lineages.

"That's right, you guessed correctly. I am a descendant of the Civil Engineering Lineage. Our sect's supreme treasure is the excavator, and our patriarch is the tunnel-boring machine. Nothing cannot be broken; nothing is indestructible."

"Civil engineering... Hahaha." Hu Bayi could not help laughing.

"It really is indestructible," Shirley Yang said speechlessly.

At such a tense moment, Huang Bai cracked a joke to ease the atmosphere.

The group continued onward.

The space ahead opened up again.

The dome towered overhead, entirely made of amethyst. Stone slabs paved the ground, with a lamp every ten paces. Each lamp was a tray held atop an immortal's head, but after so many years, the so-called eternal lamps had long since gone out.

At the center of the tomb chamber stood a ten-meter-tall stone sculpture.

It resembled a flower bud about to bloom, and dense scriptures were carved across the petals.

"Go. Install it." Huang Bai handed the bronze emblem to Ying Caihong, his expression turning grave.

The Flower of the Other Shore only bloomed at the boundary between night and dawn. It was almost time.

Once they endured this round of illusions, they could obtain the Khitan princess's treasure, the Flower of the Other Shore.

"Yes!"

Ying Caihong fitted the bronze emblem into the groove.

Click, click, click!!!

The mechanisms turned, and the stone flower bloomed, revealing the stone at its center. A corpse lay upon the stone platform.

It wore a crimson shamanic robe and a brass horned ghost mask, and held a black stone disc shaped like a compressed Pu'er tea cake in its arms.

"Khitan Princess Aogu possessed unimaginable divine powers and was called the Divine Maiden by the Khitan people. This must be the Flower of the Other Shore."

Boom!

At that moment, the ground shook and collapsed.

The Flower of the Other Shore shot out a beam of crimson light. The light struck the crystals in the dome, and the crystals refracted it throughout the entire space, dyeing heaven and earth crimson.