"Hoo~ hoo-"
Coal Ball circled in the air, watching the great dragon circling nearby with a yearning gaze tinged with fear.
In the mountain wilderness below, dozens of Demon Bandits and the cultivators they had captured all looked bewildered.
Sitting inside the Demon-Suppressing Mausoleum, the monk Fachen heard the unexpected voice. His grief turned to bewilderment as he looked toward the Demon-Suppressing Coffin in the center.
Whoosh~
Soon, a figure sat up inside the coffin.
The figure wore a tea-green Daoist robe and a jade crown atop her head. Her cheeks were round and smooth, and she looked like a pretty girl of sixteen or seventeen, her large eyes brimming with life. Her snowy hair, however, lent her a slightly more mature air.
Having just woken, the woman was clearly a little confused. She turned to look outside, then at the monk on the ground:
"Who are you? What are you digging up my cave abode for?"
Her voice was lively, sounding for all the world like a spirited young girl venturing through the Jianghu alone.
Although Fachen had never seen the Corpse Ancestor, no matter how he looked at this girl, she did not seem like the person they had meant to dig up. His expression stiffened:
"Y-you are?"
"You don't even know who I am, yet you dared open the Demon-Suppressing Coffin?! You-? Oh! You're that Corpse Old Devil's people!"
The white-haired woman noticed the dozens of lackeys practicing Demon Path cultivation techniques kneeling outside the Demon-Suppressing Mausoleum. Her eyes lit up, and she raised her right hand slightly to form a seal.
Whoosh~
The enormous Red Umbrella suspended in the heavens began rotating. An invisible pulling force seized every Demon Bandit. It seemed to originate deep within their divine souls. Before the startled, suspicious Demon Bandits could