In the Depths of No-Man’s Cemetery
“I wonder when another cultivator around here will ascend to Primordial Infant Realm,” Mu Yu remarked.
“Spiritual qi isn’t going to flow in that fast after it’s been deprived for over a century. I bet it’ll take as long as it’s been supressed for the spiritual qi to equal what’s available at Third Continent,” exclaimed Xiaoshuai.
“I don’t think it’s fair on the cultivators here. Anyway, we’re here, No-Man’s Cemetery, again. We’ll scout the area from the shadows for now in case Ghost Gate catches me again.”
Mu Yu didn’t find anything whatsoever besides death qi. The only people who’d enjoy being there would be Ghost Gate’s crew because of all the wandering souls they could find.
“If I’m to hazard a guess, I’d say they have two groups, one collecting souls at Hundred Thousand Mountain and another group on standby here. After all, I doubt collecting a thousand fiend beasts’ souls is a quick and easy job,” Mu Yu inwardly processed.
The dragon vine grouched, “How long are we going to wait? It’s almost been an entire day.”
“Xiaoshuai, eat quietly, will you? I can hear your apple crunching every time. We’re searching for dead people. Can you read the atmosphere and get in the mood?”
“Oh,” responded Xiaoshuai, taking another loud chomp.
Mu Yu cautiously closed in on the valley. “I don’t sense anyone from Ghost Gate.”
“If they’re not the ones behind the scenes, who would it be?” asked the dragon vine.
“Don’t tell me we’re going down there,” commented Xiaoshuai, finally finishing his apple.
“Don’t you want to taste souls, Rodent?”
“I don’t eat such blegh things!”
“We’ve already overcome a Yin Corpse Formation, so why should we be scared of this valley?” Mu Yu argued, sounding as if it was a given.
Frankly, Mu Yu would rather cross the Yin Corpse Formation again than enter the valley because they knew what they were facing in the former scenario, while they had no clue on what to expect down in the valley. Well, the maximum level cultivators in Moyun Mountains could reach was Golden Core Realm; even if they did rise from the dead, they still would’ve been Golden Core Realm cultivators. Still…
“I object,” asserted Xiaoshuai, curling up back inside Mu Yu’s shirt and barely poking his head out.
“Wuss,” mocked the dragon vine.
“It’s called being cautious. I hate the qi here.”
“What qi?”
“The same one on you that irritates me.”
Mu Yu let the two bicker and dove into the valley via Wood Spirit, descending at a pace slow enough for him to react to ambushes. The uncanny breeze penetrated the spiritual energy armour he wore, and the rocks on either side were frozen in ice.
“At the fiends’ underground palaces, there was something rich in spiritual qi attracting me, but there’s not as much as a sign of life here. We must we go down?” Xiaoshuai grumbled.
“What, you want to go to heaven already? Go orbit the sun. Show us how it’s done,” taunted the dragon vine.
“We already went to heaven at Second Heaven, moron. That’s where we found the nine qi soul flower.”
“Hey, it’s only been an hour since we descended, but we’re already at the bottom…”
Xiaoshuai swept his gaze around him and commented, “This is where they dump dead bodies, no? I don’t even see shattered coffins or corpses. Heck, I don’t even see a bone.”
“Maybe something down here feasts on corpses and souls?” the dragon vine proposed.
“They wouldn’t eat coffins, would they?”
Mu Yu did a lap and still found nothing. “Word out there is that this place leads to reincarnation…”
“Maybe Ghost Gate cleaned up here to eventually move in here?” Xiaoshuai guessed.
“Third Heaven Palace must be saints, then. I don’t sense any traces of Ghost Gate passing by here.”
“Could there be something in the walls that we didn’t notice?” suggested the dragon vine, scrutinising the frozen walls.
“Let’s take a look.” Mu Yu spawned sound swallows to check the walls but didn’t find anything after an hour search. “I don’t have the foggiest idea as to what’s going on down here. If somebody teleported the corpses out of here, I should be able to tell. Xiaoshuai would’ve already been crying for the formation foundation if someone cast a formation here.”
“Perhaps only the dead can enter? I mean, we’re living, and we’re too handsome for hell,” put forward Xiaoshuai, combing his two strands of fur on his forehead.
“We’ve even dug up the ground, but there’s nothing in sight. Let’s go back and learn more about Elder Zhao’s funeral, check out which village close by has another elder who needs to be sent here and then camp down here,” Mu Yu suggested.
“Why can’t we do something fun, like eating roast duck or something? Are you bored out of your skin?” Xiaoshuai queried.
“We can roast meat down here as we wait,” replied the dragon vine.
“That’s some fetish you have, Big Earthworm.”
“Right back at you.”
Mu Yu flew back up fast since he doubted there was an ambush after the most perplexing experience. He examined the valley one more time from above and spotted a village around three kilometres north of the valley, which, according to Xiaofei, was named Riverstream Village, was where Elder Zhao used to live.
At one point, the village was rowdy with cultivators there to check out what the fuss was all about after the weird phenomenon. Since no clues were found, nevertheless, they left, returning it to the previous state.
Among all the busy people in the fields and farms, Mu Yu chose to approach a tanned man and inquired, “Excuse me, may I ask where Elder Zhao’s house is?”
The man’s smile that froze on his face quickly turned from tan to ashen.
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