Lu Zheng travelled underground, estimating the distance, and soon arrived beneath the three large burial mounds.
At the first mound, Lu Zheng suppressed his aura, cautiously ascending, carefully approaching the surface.
However, before getting close, he heard the sound of water from above, with drops of Nether Pool water dripping through the soil’s crevices.
Lu Zheng’s pupils contracted, and he immediately dove back down, moving away from this mound.
Clearly, this mound was filled with water, likely belonging to the water corpse Mo Xuanzi.
Then Lu Zheng moved to the underground of the second mound, quietly infiltrating, nearing the surface, and found no movement above.
Lu Zheng frowned, then checked beneath the third mound. As he approached the surface, he heard a “hiss hiss hiss” sound coming from within the mound.
Alright, he understood!
Lu Zheng returned to the second mound, quietly approached the surface, confirmed there was no activity above, and then swiftly emerged.
Then…
He saw a giant, ugly corpse, four to five metres tall, lying with closed eyes on a stone platform.
“Bloody hell?!”
Although Lu Zheng had used a breath-concealing technique to hide his presence, the magical fluctuations from using the earth-travel technique were unavoidable.
While hidden underground, his aura was subtle, and with care, others wouldn’t notice.
But when he emerged, if someone nearby couldn’t sense that magical fluctuation, they would truly be blind!
Thus, the giant corpse on the platform immediately opened its eyes, sat up, and scanned the surroundings with eyes as large as bronze bells.
Then…
It found nothing!
Because the moment Lu Zheng saw the giant corpse, he dove back underground.
The giant corpse twitched its nose, a ferocious expression appearing on its massive, ugly face. Its eyes turned pitch black, scanning around again, finally fixing on the ground.
“The scent of a living person!”
“Earth-travel technique?”
“Could it be him?!”
He had investigated the battlefield where Bai Yuqing was killed, noticing several large pits where Bai Yuqing had been dragged underground and exploded.
At the time, he suspected the opponent used some technique to control earth and stone. Seeing it today, it must be the earth-travel technique.
Thus, the giant corpse Du He, with a voice like a booming bell, said, “Fellow cultivator, since you killed Bai Yuqing for offending you, why have you come to Chaos Corpse Pool? Are you here to exterminate us all?”
His voice not only echoed in his tomb chamber but also resounded throughout the entire Chaos Corpse Pool.
“Crash crash crash”
Ripples spread across the Chaos Corpse Pool, and hundreds of corpses simultaneously opened their eyes, standing upright in the water.
“Crash crash crash”
The sound of surging water came from the first mound, waves of nether energy mixed with water vapour spreading from that mound as the centre.
“Swish!”
The door of the third mound’s tomb chamber suddenly opened, and a white shadow rushed into Du He’s tomb chamber, its voice hoarse, “An enemy?”
Du He looked at the newcomer, a pale-skinned young ghost corpse, one of the new leaders he and Mo Xuanzi had promoted.
The fact that the other could rush to confront the enemy immediately pleased Du He. He nodded and said, “It should be the enemy who killed the glamorous corpse, skilled in the earth-travel technique, and has sneaked into the Chaos Corpse Pool.”
The young ghost corpse asked, “Why?”
Du He shook his head, “I don’t know.”
The two waited for a moment, but the underground remained silent.
A flash of anger passed over Du He’s face, and he spoke again, “Since you have come, fellow cultivator, why not show yourself?”
After a moment, it was still quiet.
The young ghost corpse asked, “Gone?”
Du He’s eyes flickered. The opponent had just emerged using the earth-travel technique but fled the moment they saw him. Perhaps they weren’t here to cause trouble but had another purpose?
After a moment of thought, Du He suddenly turned to the young ghost corpse, “Go, return to your tomb chamber and check if anything is missing!”
“What?”
The young ghost corpse was stunned, not understanding Du He’s meaning, but obediently returned to his own mound.
Moments later…
“Ah! He stole the *Flying Feather Soaring Sword Scripture*!!!”
“I haven’t finished practising it!!!”
“Ahhh!!!”
The voice was so shrill that it brought tears to those who heard it.
…
*Flying Feather Soaring Sword Scripture*.
A scripture combining the cultivation of sword cultivator true qi, refining flying swords, and wielding flying swords, even including a method for sword flight.
Lu Zheng: (﹡ˆᴗˆ﹡)
Happily, he made his way to the vicinity of Yin-Yang Road, crossing the two realms, returning to the mortal world.
…
“Qingyan~ Qingyan~”
“Lu Lang?” Liu Qingyan, very surprised, flew into Lu Zheng’s bedroom, “Didn’t Lu Lang go out tonight?”
“I’m back, with a great harvest, let me share it with you.” Lu Zheng, smiling, took out a silk handkerchief nearly two feet square.
Indeed, the *Flying Feather Soaring Sword Scripture* was embroidered on this handkerchief.
The handkerchief was pale yellow with a golden border, its stitches fine and dense. It felt like silk, but it emitted a faint spiritual aura, suggesting it wasn’t ordinary material.
On the front of the handkerchief, tens of thousands of tiny golden characters were densely embroidered, forming this *Sword Scripture*.
“This is a sword cultivator technique?” Liu Qingyan covered her mouth in shock, looking at Lu Zheng, wondering where he had obtained such an opportunity.
“Don’t be surprised, this is the technique of that glamorous corpse Bai Yuqing.”
Lu Zheng chuckled as he explained the origin of the technique, “Take a look. Even if you can’t cultivate the sword cultivator’s path, you can still practise the sword-wielding technique within it, increasing the power of wielding a flying sword by at least fifty percent!”
“Lu Lang~”
Liu Qingyan looked at Lu Zheng with emotion, her red lips trembling, fragrance wafting.
“Hm?”
Lu Zheng blinked, a bit puzzled by Liu Qingyan’s sudden affection.
“The techniques of White Cloud Temple cannot be shared. For Qingyan to protect herself, Lu Lang, you risked danger to steal this scripture. How could Qingyan deserve such favour from Lu Lang in this lifetime…”
Nodding, he understood!
Lu Zheng grasped Liu Qingyan’s hand, chuckling softly, “Qingyan, you are kind-hearted. I feel it is my fortune of three lifetimes to have your affection.”
“Lu Lang~”
With a soft cry, a faint fragrance filled the room, a gentle breeze stirring, causing the bed curtains to fall.
…
In the following days, Lu Zheng began studying and cultivating this *Sword Scripture*.
He had initially worried that, having already cultivated both Taoist and martial paths, with Taoist true qi and martial blood qi in his body, he might not be able to accommodate sword cultivator true qi.
But the jade seal in his mind proved reliable, using the light of destiny to… cultivate sharp and fierce sword qi, which did not interfere with his Taoist true qi or martial blood qi, forming its own system, stably existing in his body, wielded smoothly, as if an extension of his arm.
Since that was the case, all that remained was to deepen his cultivation step by step.
“Sigh!”
“Another thing to cultivate, and the light of destiny is running low again. What can I do?” Lu Zheng shook his head and sighed, “How did I master this *Sword Scripture* so easily?”
“I truly am a genius!”
