Unlocking Feng Shui Master! (Third Update, Bonus Chapter for 800 Monthly Votes)

The Demon City's Chief Steward stood with his hands behind his back before the Golden Silk Nanmu coffin. After a few glances at it, he raised his head to examine the Main Burial Chamber's design, an almost pilgrim-like fervor flickering in his eyes.

"This is the finest work a Longevity Tomb has to offer—"

The Chief Steward reached out to stroke a stone pillar carved with a coiling dragon beside the coffin. A bone-piercing chill met his fingertips, the residue of Dragon Qi and Corpse Qi entwined for centuries.

"Sixteenth, Seventeenth, look at the vaulted ceiling." The Chief Steward's voice was low and faintly trembling. "Above, it aligns with the Twenty-Eight Lunar Mansions; below, it connects to the Nine Nether Yellow Springs. This is the Trapped Dragon Ascending to Heaven formation."

Behind him, the Sixteenth Elder and Seventeenth Elder were already staring in astonishment.

"Chief Steward, is this the legendary Prince-level Longevity Tomb?" The Sixteenth Elder shook his enormous lion head, his golden pupils filled with disbelief and deep envy.

"Even at the Demon Dynasty's peak, a tomb of this caliber must have been rare, right?"

The hierarchy of Corpse-Transformation Tombs was rigid. Among the Demonfolk, it was governed by ironclad rules of rank, a sense of high and low carved into their blood and bones.

At the top of the pyramid stood the legendary twelve Longevity Imperial Mausoleums.

Only Demon Emperors of past generations had been entitled to those final resting places. Each mausoleum was said to suppress a branch of Dragon Qi and conceal endless treasures and secrets.

To this day, no tomb robber had emerged alive from an imperial mausoleum. Shopkeeper Sun had set himself the ultimate goal of robbing one.

Below the imperial mausoleums came the Prince-level tombs.

"Rare doesn't begin to cover it," the Seventeenth