Chapter 87: Chapter 71: The Immortals in the Tomb

"Burial Coffin?"

Aboard the carriage, Su Chen read the words on the coffin aloud.

BUZZ!

The coffin vibrated.

A single eye emerged on the coffin lid. It seemed to want to open, as if sneering, eager to see which unlucky soul had awakened it. As it happened, it was hungry.

However, it couldn’t open its eye.

The brilliant, sun-like Qi and blood stimulated it, making it screech in terror before it sullenly retreated into the Black Coffin.

’This coffin contains an endless supply of Yin Qi.’

’It’s the perfect material for Corpse Refining, a great match for the Corpse Refining Order. And this Burial Coffin is so tough that even a Grandmaster would struggle to damage it. I could even use it as a weapon...’

Use it as a weapon?

The Burial Coffin seethed with rage and tried to open its eye again. But upon seeing that brilliant, sun-like presence once more, it shrieked and nearly wept tears of blood.

’I think I just heard someone scream.’

Su Chen peered out of the carriage and looked around, but all he saw was the raging storm. He didn’t notice anything unusual.

’Strange.’

The carriage moved onward.

In the distance, the Imperial Mausoleum came into view.

Faintly, he could see over a dozen First-Grade figures standing tall.

Five First-Grade Tributors from the Heaven-Ascension Tower.

Three First-Grade cultivators from the Great Zhou Noble Clans.

And one more, a rather familiar face: the Chief of the First Seal Division, a Peak First Grade.

With the world unified, the fortune of the land was surging. It wouldn’t be long before Grandmasters were born and the number of First-Grade cultivators exploded.

But not yet.

For now, First-Grade cultivators were still as rare as a phoenix feather or a qilin’s horn.

The presence of nine First-Grade cultivators here, one of them a Peak, showed just how much importance Great Zhou placed on the Great Yu Imperial Mausoleum.

"Long Xuanjun is truly powerful."

"He charged straight into the Imperial Mausoleum while dragging along a burden. If I didn’t know he was a Supreme First Grade who has surpassed the Peak, I would have thought he’d become a legendary Grandmaster."

"Not at all, Sect Leader Shen. Everyone knows the Sword Daoist is the number one First-Grade in the world. With the world now unified, perhaps Elder Sword has already become a Grandmaster..."

The First-Grade cultivators were conversing among themselves.

One of them, a figure in a vermilion robe, glanced behind him and frowned upon seeing a black-robed figure approaching in a horse-drawn carriage.

Beside him, the Sect Leader of the Returning Ruins Sword Sect also followed his gaze.

"A Black-robed Eunuch Robe?"

"Wait."

"Why does that carriage have the mark of the Great Zhou Royal Family? Could it be a verbal decree from the Crown Prince..."

The Sect Leader of the Returning Ruins Sword Sect’s gaze sharpened. He was about to go and greet the newcomer when he noticed the Chief of the First Seal Division beside him sneering with disdain.

"That is the Captain of the Western Depot, from Old Liang, Xu Ge."

"Just some eunuch from the Cold Palace."

The First Supervisor said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

"Oh, it’s him."

"It seems the carriage has nothing to do with His Highness, then."

Sect Leader Shen retracted the foot he had started to extend.

It was best to draw a clear line with the Great Liang Remnants.

Besides, everyone knew this Xu Ge was nearly thirty and still had no cultivation. He never involved himself in the Western Depot’s affairs, holding the title in name only. He probably couldn’t even control a single eunuch from the Western Depot.

Moreover, compared to Zhu Xiao, the Chief Steward of the Eastern Depot and a Peak cultivator, this Captain of the Western Depot was less worthy of befriending than even the Killing Sin Tiger.

A trivial ant, not even worth mentioning.

"I wonder where Elder Sword has gone. He must be in seclusion, trying to break through to the Grandmaster Realm. Once he succeeds, our Returning Ruins Sword Sect will surely become the Great Zhou National Religion."

Sect Leader Shen’s heart swelled with excitement.

He didn’t know that at this very moment, the Sword Daoist he was just speaking of had already fallen—fallen at the hands of the trivial ant he so disdained.

「Meanwhile.」

"Greetings, Captain Xu."

From the Military Supervision Bureau, eunuchs came one by one to pay their respects. Their leader was not a member of the Western Depot, but a Second-Grade Red Robe.

"This is no place for you, Captain Xu."

A First-Grade from the Heaven-Ascension Tower also approached, intending to drive Su Chen back to the Imperial City.

"I have come to explore the Great Yu Imperial Mausoleum and find Ye Xuan. I hope you will all grant me passage."

Su Chen cupped his hands.

However, those present reacted as if they had just heard the world’s greatest joke. If not for the need to save face for the Military Supervision Bureau, they would have already burst out laughing.

This insignificant eunuch wanted to go to the Great Yu Imperial Mausoleum?

Plenty of First-Grade cultivators had entered the Imperial Mausoleum, never to be seen again. What right did an insignificant eunuch with no cultivation have to enter the Great Yu Imperial Mausoleum and search for Immortal Treasure?

Truly an ignorant fool who didn’t know his own limits.

"Just drive him away!"

"Clear the area!"

One of the First-Grade cultivators waved his hand impatiently. The other First-Grades also wore expressions of amusement, as if watching a comedy.

A trivial ant who happened to hold immense authority. The sight was truly irritating.

And just like that, Su Chen was forcibly driven away.

"This is a rare opportunity."

"Send a Third Grade—no, a Second Grade—to take care of him. I’ve long found that Western Depot to be an eyesore."

A vicious look appeared on the face of the Chief of the First Seal Division.

Soon, a Second-Grade expert from the Imperial Guard slipped out of the camp and secretly followed the carriage.

"Eunuch Yuu, we..."

A eunuch from the Military Supervision Bureau saw this and tried to alert the Second-Grade Red Robe, but was slapped for his trouble.

"What is it?"

"I’m the only Second Grade from the Military Supervision Bureau here. You want me to clash with another Second Grade, offend a Peak First Grade—the Chief of the First Seal Division, no less—all to protect some Black-robed Eunuch who’s been hiding in the Library Pavilion for a year?"

The Second-Grade Red Robe, Eunuch Yuu, gazed toward the departing carriage and sneered.

"Besides, it would be useless even if I went. By the time I get there, I’m afraid this Captain of the Western Depot will already be dead."

「Ten li away.」

The Second-Grade expert from the Imperial Guard reached for the Long Saber at his waist, a contemptuous smile on his face.

’Just an ordinary eunuch.’

’Better make this quick.’

Just as he was about to strike, he suddenly froze. He rubbed his eyes and stared into the carriage.

Wait. What did he just see? The coffin opened its eye?

What’s going on!

In the next instant, his face filled with terror, and he collapsed.

The Burial Coffin’s blood-red eye opened. The soul of the Second-Grade cultivator dazedly drifted out of his body and moved toward the eye. The eye swallowed the soul in one gulp and let out a satisfied burp.

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