Chapter 247 The Ruins of the Yinluo Sect

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When Chen Mo returned to the mine, it was already noon.

The journey out was much smoother than the journey in.

He emerged from the puddle he had dug, soaking wet, black water droplets dripping down the hem of his clothes.

With a thought, Chen Mo silently activated his water control technique. The water droplets clinging to his skin and clothes rushed off his body and condensed into a fist-sized water ball in front of his chest.

He casually tossed the water balloon on the ground, splashing water everywhere, and his whole body became as dry as ever.

Looking around, everything was exactly the same as before I left.

With his mind at ease, he casually waved his hand towards the corner, and the paper doll with the birth date and time written on it fell into his palm and was put into his storage space.

After withdrawing the array that had been set up around him, Chen Mo finally turned his attention to the entrance that was completely blocked by rubble.

Behind the pile of rubble lies the cave where the corpse demon resides.

He hesitated for a moment, then shook his head. "Never mind."

The strength of a Class A Corpse Demon is no joke.

Even though that thing is chained up, who knows what other tricks it might have up its sleeve?

There's probably not much more you can get out of this guy.

Chen Mo pursed his lips and turned to walk out of the mine.

The footsteps faded into the distance in the empty passageway, eventually disappearing into the light at the cave entrance.

The mine has returned to silence.

On the other side of the rubble, in the dark cave, the corpse demon slowly opened its eyes.

Just now, it caught a glimpse of something that made its heart pound.

The aura flashed past from the other side of the rubble, yet it made its soul tremble involuntarily.

Dragon's Might?

A hint of confusion flashed in the Corpse Demon's murky eyes.

There can't possibly be any real dragons living in the world now.

But why did the dragon's might appear just now?

It thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a solution.

Finally, he gave up thinking, slowly raised his head, and stared intently at the iron chains that had bound him for thousands of years.

The runes were still flashing, and the seal remained secure.

But one can sense that after three hundred years of erosion, the strength of the iron chains is far less than it used to be.

Some of the chain links have developed fine cracks, and the flashing frequency of the runes is a beat slower than it was a hundred years ago.

Another hundred years.

In a hundred years at most, these chains will completely rot away.

Then it will be able to get out of trouble.

The Corpse Demon grinned, revealing a row of uneven black teeth, and let out a hoarse chuckle.

Once it's free, the first thing we need to do is find that kid.

Pull out his tendons, peel off his skin, and grind his bones into powder one by one.

They refined his soul into corpse oil, ensuring he would never be reborn.

The Corpse Demon's smile grew increasingly ferocious, and the resentment in its eyes almost solidified.

"Kid, you have to live to see that day..."

The chains rattled for a while, then fell silent again.

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As Chen Mo emerged from the mine, the afternoon sun made him squint slightly.

"Indeed, people should live in the sunlight."

He squinted for a moment to adjust before recovering; he had spent so long in the underworld that he had almost forgotten what sunlight looked like.

After looking around the cave entrance, Chen Mo finally found a boulder about half a person's height, rolled it to the entrance, and blocked it completely.

The mine is located in a remote area, and the entrance is blocked, so it's unlikely that anyone would accidentally wander in.

As for that corpse demon, by the time it escapes, it won't even know where it is.

Chen Mo dusted off his hands, took out a kite from his storage space, and casually tossed it into the air.

The kite unfurled in the wind and hovered three feet above the ground.

He flipped over and leaped onto the back of the kite, randomly choosing a direction, and activated his magic.

The kite took flight, skimming low over the wasteland.

The wind carried a damp coolness.

It was just past noon, and the sun was directly overhead.

The late rice harvest below has just been completed, leaving only rice stubble and scattered haystacks in the field.

The dirt road was riddled with potholes and filled with rainwater, worn smooth by porters and wheelbarrows.

In the distance, where the Zhangjiang River and the Gongshui River meet, several awning boats drift slowly.

The sky was high and the clouds were light; a crow cawed, making the surrounding wilderness seem even more desolate.

Chen Mo looked down and felt that the autumn scenery in the human world was much more real than the illusions of the underworld.

After flying for about half an hour, we finally saw signs of human habitation in the distance.

A small market town sits at the intersection of two official roads, with people coming and going on the main street and the signs of various shops swaying in the wind.

Chen Mo landed outside the town, put away his kite, and walked into the town.

I found a restaurant that looked fairly clean and chose a seat by the window.

The waiter approached eagerly, a gray rag draped over his shoulder, a smile on his face.

"What would you like to eat, sir? We have stir-fried fish from southern Jiangxi, fish with rice noodles from Xingguo, and meatballs from Ningdu. Autumn is the season for cured duck, and the Nan'an cured duck has just arrived..."

Chen Mo casually ordered two dishes and a pot of rice wine.

While waiting for his food, he looked around the restaurant.

At the next table, several men in short-sleeved shirts were drinking heavily, their faces flushed and necks thick, speaking in the local dialect of southern Jiangxi. Chen Mo couldn't hear them clearly, only vaguely recognizing the words "Japan" and "southern side".

The dishes were served quickly.

The stir-fried fish is tangy and spicy, appetizing; the braised duck is savory and chewy; and the warmed rice wine is smooth and sweet.

Chen Mo picked up his chopsticks and ate slowly, but without stopping for a moment.

It has been a full week since he entered the mine.

For the past week, I've been eating only the dry rations stored in my storage bag, and my mouth has become so bland.

The feeling of satisfaction that spreads from the stomach to every part of the body after eating a hot meal is even more comforting than breaking through a cultivation level.

The flavors of human life are definitely more real than the malevolent aura of the underworld.

After finishing his meal, he asked the innkeeper where he could find lodging.

The innkeeper pointed to the other side of the street: "The Ganjiang Inn across the street is clean, and the owner's surname is Liu. He's a kind man."

After thanking him, Chen Mo took out a copper coin to pay the bill.

This meal cost just over fifty copper coins, which would be about fifty-six cents in modern terms.

It's really cheap.

Ganjiang Inn is an old two-story brick and wood structure with a faded plaque hanging above the door.

Mr. Liu was in his fifties, with a thin, long face, and spoke slowly and deliberately.

Chen Mo asked for a superior room upstairs, which cost 20 copper coins a night.

The room was small, with a wooden bed covered by a white linen curtain, and an eight-immortal table by the window, on which sat a blue and white porcelain teapot and two upside-down teacups.

The floor was covered with cedar wood flooring and was swept very clean.

Pushing open the wooden window, you can see the surface of the Zhangjiang River in the distance.

Chen Mo sat by the bed for a while, listening to Peking Opera playing on a gramophone next door. The sounds were like "The Empty City Stratagem".

The autumn wind blew in through the window, carrying the fishy smell of the river.

He scanned the surroundings with his divine sense, and with a thought, four shadow puppets silently rose from the shadows beneath his feet, slowly taking shape.

Chen Mo waved his hand casually, "One set for each door and window, one for the stairwell, and one for the roof. Report any disturbance immediately."

The four shadow puppets silently dispersed, disappearing into the shadows of the corner.

This was the place he felt most at ease with. The Shadow Puppet was fearless of death and worked tirelessly, making it more reliable than any guard.

"The Moonlit Mirror".

[Moonlight Treasure Mirror - Holder Status]

Name: Chen Mo

[Realm: Condensing Qi Realm (Early Stage)]

Bone age: 19 years and 9 months

[Remaining lifespan: 363 years]

[Innate constitution: Grade A, medium quality (Yin meridian affinity - Water meridian affinity)]

[Divine Soul: Grade A, Mid-Rank - Dragon's Might (Fragment)]

[Constitution: Taiyin Body (Progress 33%)]

[Innate Ability: Water Control]

[Cultivation Technique: The First Level of the Yellow Spring Water Control True Method (Upper-Grade Profound) - Not Yet Entered] (The second level is under development, estimated to take 65 days)

[Cultivation Technique: Mystic Ice Dividing Light Needle - Incomplete (High-grade Human Rank) - Not Yet Entered]

[Cultivation Technique: Mysterious Yin Cover - Incomplete (Low-grade Mysterious Rank) - Not Yet Entered]

[Technique: Earth Escape Technique - Incomplete (High-grade Human Rank) - Not Yet Beginner]

[Technique:.........]

[Secret Technique:.........]

【Moonlight Enchantment: 2.28】

Chen Mo glanced at the words appearing on the Moon Essence Mirror and fell into thought.

Early stage of the Condensing Fiend Realm, 19 years and 9 months old, lifespan 363 years.

In later generations, this is something that would be unthinkable.

Three hundred years was enough for him to witness the rise and fall of dynasties and the vicissitudes of life.

He had no grand ambitions; he only wanted to live a peaceful life and, incidentally, cultivate the Yin Body.

The progress has now reached 33%.

With each increase in strength, the affinity for Yin energy strengthens, and the speed of cultivating Yin-attribute techniques also increases.

Once it reaches 100% perfection, my cultivation speed will probably need to reach another level.

And there's Dragon's Might.

I wonder how effective this talent, gained after surviving a near-death experience, will be against a real person.

After pondering for a moment, Chen Mo focused his attention on the four martial arts techniques that he had not yet mastered.

There are only about ten days left until the meeting date given by Master Baidu.

That's too late.

Thinking of Master Baidu...

A cold glint flashed in Chen Mo's eyes.

Green daffodils.

Humph.

His divine sense swept around his heart, and the pale green mist that had been wrapped around the blood vessels had now vanished without a trace.

Even the most potent poison will be devoured by the Black Dragon Xuanming Sha.

"That old guy probably never dreamed that his prized daffodils wouldn't even make a ripple in my water."

Chen Mo's lips curled slightly, revealing a cold smile.

However, he did not intend to make a fuss about it.

Getting rid of the poison is one thing, but how to use it is another.

We'll give that old guy a good beating then...

He pulled himself out of his thoughts and focused his attention back on the four martial arts techniques.

The first level of the "True Method of Controlling Water in the Yellow Springs" can only be cultivated by those at the Condensing Qi Realm.

I've reached the required level, but time is indeed tight.

It would be almost impossible to advance a high-grade Xuan-level cultivation technique from scratch to the basics in ten days under normal circumstances.

But he still had one card left to play: that drop of Yellow Spring True Water.

The Yellow Springs True Water is a supreme treasure of the underworld, possessing an extremely powerful enhancement effect on all water-based cultivation techniques.

Using it to assist in cultivating the "True Method of Controlling Water in the Yellow Springs" will not only make the process twice as effective, but may also allow one to comprehend some additional supernatural abilities.

As for the other three techniques, "Mysterious Ice Dividing Light Needle," "Mysterious Yin Cover," and "Earth Escape Technique," they are all incomplete at the moment, and we can only start practicing them after they are completed.

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Inside a secluded mountain god temple in Ganzhou.

The temple was small; the golden statue of the mountain god had long since peeled off, and spider webs covered the eaves.

The offering table was pushed aside, and several armchairs were arranged in a circle, with several people of different appearances sitting on them.

In the very center stood a gaunt old man, dressed in a gray silk robe with a dark green pattern embroidered around the cuffs; this was none other than the Venerable Master Baidu.

To his left was a short, plump old woman with a head full of silver hairpins, leaning on a black cane with a toad carved on the top.

This is a famous witch doctor in the southern Jiangxi region, known as the Toad Woman.

To the right was a tall, thin man with a sallow complexion, wearing a faded Taoist robe, with three triangular banners stuck in his back, covered with tadpole-like characters.

This person, nicknamed Ghost Banner Taoist, specializes in the art of capturing and refining ghosts.

Another one sat in the corner, almost blending into the shadows.

The man was wrapped in a black robe, obscuring his face; only his withered hands were visible.

His fingernails were as black as ink, and his fingertips trembled slightly. This man was a practitioner of the Xiangxi Corpse-Driving School, a corpse craftsman named Lu Laosan.

Master Baidu coughed lightly, picked up the teacup on the low table in front of him, took a sip, and slowly said, "Everyone's here, let's get down to business."

The old woman chuckled, "Old man of a hundred poisons, why are you in such a hurry to call everyone here? Do you have any definite news about that ruin?"

"At the northern foot of Cuiwei Peak, beneath the cliff, an earthquake three days ago created a crack."

Master Baidu put down his teacup. "I sent people down to investigate. The ruins should be revealed in the next ten days or so. That place should be the headquarters of the Yinluo Sect."

"The Yinluo Sect?" Guifan Daoist's eyes lit up. "The Yinluo Sect that was famous a hundred years ago for its corpse refining and ghost control?"

"Exactly."

Master Baidu nodded. "Although the Yinluo Sect perished under suspicious circumstances, the underground palace is well preserved. The array formations and restrictions are still in operation, indicating that the contents inside have likely not been disturbed."

"What good stuff do you have?" asked Lu Laosan, the corpse craftsman.

Master Baidu took out his pipe, lit it, and took a deep drag.

"The Yinluo Sect's Corpse Refining Manual is said to contain the method for refining silver-armored corpses."

"And the blueprint for making the Ghost Control Banner."

His gaze swept over the group. "It is said that the Yinluo Sect's most prized treasure, the Yellow Springs Map, is inside."

The temple fell silent for a moment after these words were spoken.

The Yellow Springs Map is a legendary high-grade Xuan-level magic treasure. It contains a small underworld that can collect souls, nurture corpses, trap enemies, and help them escape.

Whoever obtains the Yellow Springs Map is essentially given an extra life.

After a moment of silence, Granny Toad suddenly laughed: "Old man of a hundred poisons, you're telling us such important news, you must have taken pity on us, right?"

Master Baidu wasn't annoyed. He stroked his beard and continued, "The underground palace's restrictions are still in place. If we try to force our way in, the losses will be too great."

"The news has already leaked out, and several unorthodox sects in southern Jiangxi have caught wind of it. The Green Bamboo Gang, the Five Poisons Sect, and the Iron Bone Society are all secretly mobilizing people."

"In western Hunan, besides Lu Laosan's lineage, there are two other corpse-driving teams that have also headed south."

"A few unfamiliar faces have arrived from the north. Judging from their accents, they seem to be from beyond the Great Wall. I wonder where they came from."

"The most dangerous thing is that the people from the Zhenyi Division might also go in."

"The Bureau of Suppressing Strange Things?" Ghost Banner Daoist's expression changed. "Those lackeys of the imperial court?"

Granny Toad sneered, "Their qi and blood martial arts are specifically designed to counter us unorthodox practitioners. Running into them will be a huge problem."

"Also, the reason why the Yinluo Sect was wiped out is still unknown to this day; things may not be peaceful inside."

Granny Toad frowned: "Then what do we do?"

Master Baidu grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth: "Each family will send a few disciples to scout ahead."

"What if they all die?" Lu Laosan asked.

"Then let's look again."

Master Baidu said casually, "Anyway, the one thing this world has in abundance is people."

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