One Favor, the Dead Return to Life!
Lu Guan casually draped the towel around his neck, crossed his arms, walked to the base of the tree, and looked up.
"Ye Xinglan, your behavior is very dangerous."
"Breaking into a private residence and spying on people—if word gets out, don't you care about your reputation?"
Ye Xinglan sat on a tree branch, knowing she was in the wrong, "Hey, let me see!"
Sister Lan, no!
Cough cough.
"No!" Lu Guan spread his hands. "The cultivation rhythm I painstakingly figured out has all been stolen by you. Who can I complain to?"
Ye Xinglan bit her lip. "Then what do you want in return for letting me see it?"
As long as we can figure out this guy's secret, what's a little price to pay!
Lu Guan rolled his eyes.
"Alright, considering we've known each other for a while, you'll agree to one condition: as long as I don't cross your bottom line, you'll owe me something from now on."
"I agreed, so stop peeking from the tree and come over here to look openly!"
"I didn't peep!" Ye Xinglan said defiantly, then nodded.
Since it doesn't cross the line, there's nothing wrong with listening to Lu Guan.
Having made her decision, Ye Xinglan leaped and landed lightly on the bluestone slab at the edge of the training ground. She then took out a folding wooden chair from her Storage Soul Tool, opened it with a click, sat down properly, and opened her notebook to take notes.
Lu Guan chuckled inwardly as he watched her tense and wary demeanor.
Look all you want!
His cultivation path is so unique that no one else in the entire Douluo Continent can replicate it.
The circulation of Blood Qi relies on the Secret of the Body the War Lord Demon Body, the combat skills follow the path of six arms Five Weapons, and even the Soul Spirit relies on ancient bonds to unleash extraordinary combat power.
If Ye Xinglan, a mere swordsman, could possibly glean anything from him, he'd eat the stone lock in the training ground on the spot!
Lu Guan walked to the center of the training ground, completely ignoring Ye Xinglan who was sitting on the sidelines writing furiously, and immediately assumed a horse stance and began to circulate his internal Blood Qi.
Heat emanated from his pores, and dark red lines gradually appeared on his skin.
Ye Xinglan stared intently without blinking, her charcoal pencil scribbling haphazardly on the paper:
At the beginning of Chen Shi (7-9 AM), he assumed a horse stance, his body temperature rising, seemingly following some kind of body-refining method to stimulate potential... Wait, why hasn't his Soul Power fluctuation changed at all?
As she wrote, Ye Xinglan's brows furrowed into a knot.
This guy is completely different from what's taught in the academy!
No, we need to observe carefully!
Ye Xinglan got up from the small chair, moved closer to Lu Guan, and observed him carefully.
Time slipped by unnoticed as Ye Xinglan observed it.
On the other side of the Endless Sea Star Luo Continent.
A hundred miles away from Star Luo City, in a Barren Mountains, continuous rain poured down, soaking the soil in the mountains and forests into a muddy mess.
Deep in the valley, there stand hundreds of gray-white stone tablets of varying sizes.
This is a hidden cemetery, surrounded by countless Magic Array of varying sizes, making it impossible for anyone to spot.
At the very center of the cemetery, a black flag, wet with rain, hangs on a flagpole. A ghastly green skull and crossbones is painted on the flag, and it flutters in the cold wind.
Green Skull!
This is the most troublesome underground resistance organization within the Star Luo Empire for the royal family.
At this moment, a new mud pit was dug in the center of the cemetery. Dozens of Soul Master dressed in black with green ribbons tied around their arms were gathered around the pit, their heads bowed, letting the rainwater run down their hat brims.
Four strong men carried a simple wooden coffin, trudging through the mud and water, and slowly lowered it into the pit.
A one-eyed old man standing at the very front of the grave pit removed his hood, revealing a face covered in scars.
The old man bent down, grabbed a handful of wet, cold soil, and sprinkled it on the coffin lid. His hoarse voice carried through the rain.
"Seventh Team Captain Lin Sen, Six-Ring Soul Emperor, was covering the intelligence team's retreat in the western suburbs of Star Luo City yesterday when he was ambushed and killed by the Royal Guard. He fought valiantly to the death."
A few suppressed sobs came from the crowd, and several young members bit their lips tightly, their fists clenched so hard they cracked.
They were members of Lin Sen's group.
"Failed again..."
A thin young man wiped the rain from his face, his voice trembling, "We clearly figured out the route for transporting the military equipment, so why were the Royal Soul Master Corps lying in ambush there beforehand?!"
"There must be a mole who leaked the information!" another burly man with a thick beard shouted angrily, slamming his fist on the tombstone next to him, sending up a large splash of water.
The one-eyed old man raised his hand and pressed it down, immediately silencing the noisy discussion.
The old man glanced around at his companions, then took one last look at the wooden coffin in the grave.
"Since we chose revolution, from the day we tied on the green ribbon, our lives were already on the line."
"This failure was due to the organization's lack of thorough preparation! But!"
"The Dai Imperial Family has ruled the Star Luo Continent for thousands of years. Under the oppression of imperial power, commoner Soul Master have no chance to rise up, and all resources are monopolized by the nobles!"
"If we want to overthrow this corrupt imperial power and fight for freedom for all people, we are destined to pave the way with blood!"
The old man raised his right fist high and growled, "Lin Sen will not have died in vain! Nor will the countless accomplices in the cemetery have died in vain!"
"We shouldn't let this stop us!"
"For freedom!"
Dozens of Green Skull members around them simultaneously raised their right fists and growled in low voices, "For freedom!"
"For the revolution!"
"For the revolution!"
"Bury it in the ground."
The one-eyed old man lowered his arm, sighed deeply, and turned to walk aside.
Several members picked up shovels, scooped up the soil beside them, and filled the wooden coffin with it, shovel after shovel.
Soon, a new mound of earth formed in the rain, and a wooden plaque with the name engraved on it was placed on top of the grave.
"This place is no longer safe to stay. The royal guards have been cracking down hard lately. Everyone is to evacuate in batches and return to Outpost Three to await further orders."
The one-eyed old man put his hood back on, gave a brief instruction, and then turned and disappeared into the dense forest.
The remaining Green Skull members stepped forward, bowed before the wooden sign, and then each used their Soul Skill to disperse in twos and threes in different directions.
In less than a quarter of an hour, the entire cemetery was completely empty, with only the sound of the rain and the whistling of the wind blowing through the treetops.
Time passed slowly, and the sky grew completely dark.
Dark clouds obscured the stars and moon, making it pitch black inside the cemetery.
Sudden.
"Click..."
From beneath an old grave on the edge of the cemetery, came the very faint sound of a wooden plank breaking.
Immediately afterwards, the soil on the surface of the grave began to churn violently, and large chunks of wet mud slid down the grave mound.
Puff!
A pale, withered hand suddenly emerged from the soil, scratching at the mud on the ground!
In the cemetery, the dead are resurrected.