Tang Xianâer didnât mind, twisting her hand and taking out a silver needle from her sleeve, Chen Xuantian reminded her,
"Strike her Foot Yangming Stomach Meridian Dubi acupoint, below the knee bone."
Tang Xianâer nodded, directing Qi Manipulation to launch the needle, which instantly arrived. The single needle resembled silver light pouring onto the ground, causing the female corpse to reflexively knee jerk, falling to the side. Even the ancient zither she was holding let out a "ding-dong" sound as it fell to the ground, resonating far within the Immortal Tomb.
Chen Xuantian listened intently; everything seemed normal, without disturbing any Faceless Celestial Demon. The few Immortals didnât rise as if faking death, which brought him a sigh of relief.
Tang Xianâer saw his cautious and ready-to-escape demeanor and found it amusing, tapping her toes lightly to glide through the doorway.
"There are no ghosts inside, why are you so nervous, afraid of the dark?"
Chen Xuantian wasnât bothered, following with Dual Swords while using Primordial Spirit to sweep around and asked,
"Since we are coming from the exit, which path did the Sect Leader take to enter the mountain before? Why donât we take the original path?"
Tang Xianâer shrugged,
"Fell off the cliff. At that time, I was only at the Golden Core Realm and heard that the heartless one went into the mountain for revenge alone, naturally rushed over to help him.
Unfortunately, I was unfamiliar with the mountain terrain and couldnât find him after wandering around. In the dark, I accidentally fell off the cliff.
Luckily I survived, wandered for days at the bottom of the mountain before finding a way out from here. You better stick close, you might really get lost and not find a way out."
Chen Xuantian listened, his gaze fiery as he stared at her,
"I see... truly fortune in adversity. Tang Sect Master actually triggered Immortal Fate upon falling off a cliff and found a secret martial arts manual, just like a novel plot..."
Tang Xianâer was displeased,
"Whatâs with you staring at my little cultivation techniques? Do you have a grudge with that Wan Du?"
Chen Xuantian shook his head, switching topics,
"I donât mean that, just want to ask clearly. After all, such a big Immortal Palace relic and sect ruins, yet you picked up a Demon Path cultivation technique; there might be a trap...
Forget it, leave it aside for now. By the way, where did Sect Leader say that coffin was? Is there someone inside? Did the dark water come out from the coffin or underneath it?"
Tang Xianâer shook her head,
"I didnât dare approach, only looked from afar. It seems to be a shrine-like place, resembling the Taixu Palaceâs sect forbidden grounds.
Probably for paying tribute to ancestral tablets and the place for the disciplesâ soul lamp. The whole shrine is submerged in dark water.
But I thought it was just underground springs seeping water so didnât pay much attention."
Chen Xuantian swallowed his saliva,
"Oh, Youquan Palaceâs ancestral shrine, I see. I wonder whom the shrine is dedicated to, which Supreme? Immortal Venerable? Xuan Nu? Did you... see the face?"
At this moment, Tang Xianâer suddenly stopped walking, turned to look at Chen Xuantian.
Chen Xuantian saw her suddenly stop and turn, thought she was going to transform into a faceless being and rush at him, his heart immediately jumped, but she just shook her head.
"I didnât see who it was. The coffin is blocking the shrineâs entrance, and there are some tablets floating on the water surface, so itâs just a guess... Hmm? Why are you running so far away?"
Chen Xuantian was speechless, jumping down from the ceiling,
"No, why did you suddenly stop?"
Tang Xianâer looked puzzled, gazing at the emerald-carved pavilions, gardens, palace towers around after the main hall,
"Strange, I seem to have been here before... But itâs not right, wasnât I walking a different path before? Could it be Iâm lost?"
Chen Xuantian looked at her,
"Donât think about it. In this place, stay unaware, donât inquire, act dumbâitâs safer.
If it feels familiar, then just head where it looks pleasing."
Tang Xianâer thought for a moment, gazing at the deep black pool beside the corridor,
"I think... we should go underwater..."
Then she checked her reflection in the pool, as if looking for her shadow, suddenly leapt, and disappeared silently, without even a splash.
Chen Xuantian swallowed, instinctively stepped back, turned and saw those five female fairies already turned around, blocking the door.
Especially the one whose leg was disabled, carrying the zither on her shoulder, pointing at him, although faceless, could see the deep resentment, as if saying âyou fatso, wait and see...â
Upon seeing this scene, Chen Xuantian could only sigh in bitterness, knowing thereâs no turning back once the bow is drawn, gritted his teeth and stomped his foot, with a "splash!" darted into the Netherworld Spring.