Chapter 430 Yuan Tiangang

The little Daoist was baffled. He wanted to stop the two people who had entered Tiangong Institute, but for some reason, he couldn't catch up. The known locations of Li Chunfeng and Yuan Tiangang's tombs were centered on Tiangong Institute, five miles to the left and right, facing each other.

Wei Yuan and Nü Jiao first went to the location of Li Chunfeng's tomb.

Wei Yuan looked at the ordinary tomb and lightly tapped the void with his fingers.

The Divine Summoning Technique was activated.

However, there was no reaction from the tomb.

Wei Yuan frowned. His Divine Summoning Technique was one of the seventy-two earthly fiend techniques. Generally speaking, most spirits would be contacted by this technique, but the lack of reaction now indicated something was wrong.

After a moment of silence, he apologized in his heart.

Without any visible action, a violent wind rose, and the tomb of Li Chunfeng, a great fangshi who had left a great reputation in history, was opened. His coffin rose, and then opened naturally. Nü Jiao frowned, and then a breeze dispelled the turbid air. After opening the coffin, both were silent.

Li Chunfeng's tomb was empty. The famous celestial master was not there.

Moreover, no clues related to heavenly secrets were left behind.

Wei Yuan's heart sank slightly.

He used wind control to restore Li Chunfeng's tomb to its original state, and then said:

"Let's go to Yuan Tiangang's tomb..."

Seeing his solemn expression, Nü Jiao didn't say much and nodded, "Okay."

In an instant, they had already appeared at Yuan Tiangang's tomb, ten miles away.

Wei Yuan tapped his fingers. This time, a wisp of divine thought faintly emerged in the void.

Wei Yuan's tightly stretched string finally relaxed.

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The gray-haired Xuan Lingzi gritted his teeth. According to his disciple—someone had just said they were visiting a friend, but according to the little Daoist's description, he had never seen that person before. Therefore, it was definitely not an old acquaintance of Tiangong Institute.

He didn't recognize such a young friend!

That person must have come to steal and want to covet the inheritance of Tiangong Institute.

He rushed out angrily, using the spells passed down by his ancestral master to divine the whereabouts of the visitor. Generally speaking, this spell was only accurate three out of ten times, which could already be considered ancestral master's blessing, but for some reason, this time it was really smooth.

The old Daoist rushed out and found the location of Yuan Tiangang's tomb.

From the crack in the door, he saw the young man raising his head, seemingly saying something.

The Daoist was furious, "Good, you really are here! Who are you? What are you doing at my Tiangong Institute?!"

"If you don't explain yourself clearly today, I will teach you a lesson. The inheritance of my Tiangong Institute is not as good as Longhu Mountain, but it's not something you can underestimate!"

"Come on, everyone, let's take him to the police station!"

The old Daoist shouted as he turned his head, kicked open the door, and rushed in with a group of Daoists, full of momentum. Then he froze and stared blankly at the scene in front of him. The brooms and mops in his hands quickly clattered to the ground.

The young man, that goes without saying.

However, the person he was communicating with was a middle-aged man with slightly black hair, who seemed like a Confucian but not, a Daoist but not. His eyes were ancient, and a smile hung on the corner of his mouth. A feeling of warmth and gentleness immediately washed over them. The old Daoist felt that this person was extremely familiar. After racking his brains, he suddenly felt like a thunderbolt had struck him.

The current head of Tiangong Institute's brain went blank.

He remembered where he had seen this illusory person before—

The portrait in the ancestral hall.

He trembled and slapped the brooms and folding stools still tightly clutched in some of his disciples' hands, then straightened his clothes and bowed respectfully, shouting loudly, "Disciple of Tiangong Institute, Xuan Lingzi, pays respects to Ancestor Yuan."

The many Daoists behind him, young and old, hurriedly saluted, making quite a commotion.

Yuan Tiangang's wisp of remaining soul looked at Wei Yuan:

"...Yuan, who are these people?"

The old Daoist: "…………"

All the Daoists felt a little embarrassed and lonely.

They finally understood what it meant to cast flirtatious glances at a blind man.

Then, looking at the young man who was only in his twenties, they felt a terrifying shock in their hearts.

Nü Jiao's eyes narrowed slightly as she stared at Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan said, "Probably, they are your descendants. After you and Li Chunfeng passed away, this Tiangong Institute was built in the feng shui treasure land you chose back then. Later, Daoists practiced here and accepted disciples in your and Li Chunfeng's names."

Yuan Tiangang smiled, "So that's how it is."

Yuan Tiangang looked at these Daoists, pondered for a moment, and said, "You all retreat first."

The Daoists dared not disobey and retreated with their heads lowered.

After everyone had left, Wei Yuan waved his sleeve, creating a barrier of qi to isolate the sound inside and outside. Then his expression became solemn, and he said slowly, "...I went to Li Chunfeng's tomb. There were no precautions left by Li Chunfeng. This matter is of great importance. I had to open his tomb coffin."

"Li Chunfeng wasn't inside."

"Yuan Tiangang, what exactly happened?"

Yuan Tiangang smiled wryly, "I'm afraid I'll disappoint you..."

"Even I don't know the reason for this matter."

"However, both of us calculated that our lifespans were approaching that day, and we both brought the *Tui Bei Tu* here to wait. There shouldn't have been any mistakes in this. Even I don't know what went wrong. How can the dead know what happened back then?"

"However, I just divined once. The *Tui Bei Tu* is now nowhere to be found."

Wei Yuan said, "...Actually, I should have thought of it earlier. The *Tui Bei Tu* you two wrote are so famous now. If they hadn't been leaked out for some reason, they couldn't have become so famous."

Yuan Tiangang said, "I see."

Wei Yuan was silent, then suddenly asked, "Can't you stay in the human world for long?"

Yuan Tiangang laughed freely, "I'm already just a remnant soul. Why should I stay in the world for long?"

He had already died for more than a thousand years. The fact that he could still leave behind a wisp of his soul was probably because his Dao practice was high enough. Even after the erosion of time, a wisp still remained. Wei Yuan shook his head, and with a flick of his sleeve, the sleeve universe technique brought out two cups of wine in his hand.

Yuan Tiangang picked up a wine cup and murmured:

"I have a copy of the *Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady's Six Ren Lessons* here. If it's lost, leave it to these people... At least it's a trace. Originally, if you don't mind, you can treat it as a final collection. If you don't care, throw it in the valley, throw it in the river, and leave it for someone with destiny, it's also possible."

"That punch of yours was really enjoyable when we first met."

"Now, on this last meeting, just a cup of wine."

"Very well."

Wei Yuan said nothing and drank the wine, tilting his head back.

The many Daoists waiting outside lowered their heads honestly, never receiving a summons from inside. They could be said to be extremely anxious. They wanted to push the door open, but they were worried about disturbing the ancestral spirits and didn't dare to enter. They didn't know how long had passed when they suddenly heard a cat meow.

The old Daoist raised his head and saw an orange cat leisurely pacing over.

Looking at so many Daoists standing here like wooden figures, the orange cat's eyes were full of curiosity.

The old Daoist made a hissing sound, trying to scare the cat away, but this wild cat had never been afraid of strangers. Not only was it not scared away, but it even took two steps closer. The old Daoist was anxious and whispered, "Go away, go away quickly, don't disturb the ancestor."

Whether it was because he was too excited and his tone was too rushed, or because he heard some noise in the distance, the gradient-layered golden orange cat was startled, meowed, and jumped up, wanting to climb into the small courtyard in front. In its panic, it accidentally knocked the door open.

Xuan Lingzi shouted inwardly that it was bad!

He hurried forward, hoping not to disturb the ancestor, and not to anger the ancestor, and to hit the cat. But when he approached, he found that the ancestor was already gone. The old Daoist was shocked and hurried inside. There really was no longer any young man or woman, and there was no sign of his ancestor.

Looking again, even the cat rolled on the ground and disappeared as a wisp of clear wind.

In front of the tomb, there was only a newly written book with ink that had not yet dried.

Only two cups of unfinished wine.

Xuan Lingzi was stunned and suddenly turned back and asked, "What did that person say he was here to do?"

The gatekeeper Daoist was also distraught and murmured, "Visiting a friend."

Xuan Lingzi turned back and looked at the two cups of unfinished wine in front of the tombstone. The wind blew, and ripples appeared on the wine cups. For a moment, he couldn't speak.

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Yuan Tiangang had already died. After drinking, his last wisp of divine thought wandered aimlessly, following the clear and turbid qi of heaven and earth. He didn't know how far he had traveled or in which direction he was going. When he came back to his senses, he had actually arrived at an incredible place.

The sky and earth were dim, and everywhere were cities, but they were all different from the atmosphere of the Tang Dynasty.

And underground, there was an extremely strong clear qi of heaven buried.

Looking up again, he saw a scarlet dragon supporting the sky and the earth. Endless mist covered the face of the huge dragon, but only its eyes were clear, as vast and boundless as the rising and setting sun, reflecting the celestial master.

Yuan Tiangang saw a man sitting inside, wearing a gray robe, with ancient eyes.

The two looked at each other.

Yuan Tiangang's eyes slowly widened, and a look of sudden realization gradually appeared on his face.

Suddenly, he laughed loudly and said, "So that's how it is, so that's how it is."

"I am me, and I am also you!"

In the midst of laughter, he transformed into a ray of light and flew into the eyes of the ancient man. The experiences and feelings of this reincarnated body floated to the heart of the man with ancient temperament like a tide.

Zhu Jiuyin narrowed his eyes slightly.

The memory of this reincarnated body had merged with his own.

Behind him, the huge Zhulong supported the sky and the earth.

Vast, ancient, majestic.

Then,

He subconsciously reached out and covered his right eye socket.

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At the same time.

The Mountain and Sea Realm - Overseas Countries.

Qin Yuan, dressed in tight-fitting clothes, kicked open the door with a look of panic, "No, it's not good, Jue!"

"Something big is going to happen!"

The Celestial Maiden's voice was peaceful and gentle as she poured tea, "What's wrong, Qin Yuan? Why are you so flustered?"

"First, drink some water to moisten your throat."

"Oh my, what time is it? Still drinking water to moisten my throat."

Qin Yuan strode over and gritted her teeth, "I just heard that the Women's Kingdom is planning to send a team to the human world."

"To propose marriage to Tu Shan Yuan, also known as the Hidden Dragon!"

The gentle expression on the Celestial Maiden's face froze.

"Who?!"

ps: The third update today... The word count is a bit less, I will try my best to control my schedule.

Sigh, the main line has appeared, and I feel that some things can be written more happily.

1. Zhulong tacitly acknowledged that he had previously freeloaded on Wei Yuan's meal.

2. When Yuan Tiangang first appeared, he used the phrase "ancient eyes."

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