When it came to digging up graves—especially one beneath a holy land—Duan De grew so excited that his flesh rippled.
Ye Fan and the others believed him when he said there was a great tomb beneath the Shaking Light Holy Land. The Wicked Daoist's reputation spoke for itself.
Qin Sheng shook his head. "Fellow Daoist, you were drunk at the ceremony. You saw wrong. There's no great tomb."
There was only Ancestor Yin's home. Calling it a tomb sounded awful.
"My eyes are the sun and moon of the Netherworld. No burial can escape them. There's no way I saw wrong," Duan De insisted.
Anytime, anywhere, the super Netherworld Emperor took tomb hunting seriously!
"There really isn't one."
"There really is."
"Then I'll give you a chance. Go tell the Dragon-patterned Black Gold Cauldron."
Duan De's face darkened. So what if Qin Sheng had an Emperor Weapon? If Duan De could talk to the Dragon-patterned Black Gold Cauldron, he would have lured it away long ago!
Then Duan De caught on and fixed him with a predatory stare. "Qin Immortal, that reaction isn't right. Don't tell me you know something?"
"I don't. I don't know anything. Stop making things up." Qin Sheng denied it flatly.
"Well, look at you! I saw a bloody calamity in your future and wanted to help you through it, but you've been hiding a secret this big so you could keep all the benefits!" Duan De accused.
"Qin Immortal, do you have a heart? And after we brought you Immortal Metal, a Heavenly Technique, and the Wushi Secret Technique."
Qin Sheng was speechless. Apart from the Feathered Immortal Metal, how did Duan De have the nerve to mention those other two pieces of "junk"?
"Then tell me, where are we?" Qin Sheng asked.
"The Shaking