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Shang Yangjun’s hands covered her chest as she soaked in water, her body completely naked. The surroundings were an endless darkness, and she was unable to see her hands in front of her face. The water around her body was like the cold ice of the nine hells, so frigid that it seeped into every pore of her body, terrible and chilling.
“Shang Xuan?”
For the first time, Shang Yangjun felt fear. She shouted the boy’s name, shivering as she searched the darkness.
Just at this moment, a muffled roar came from beyond the boundless darkness. The darkness assembled into various sinister shadows, including lions, tigers, bears, rhinoceroses, wolves, and apes…Every kind of beast from the Great Primordial gradually surrounded her. All of a sudden, the freezing river surged and splashed, turning into the terrifying head of a never before seen Fierce Beast. This head snapped its terrible jaws, biting at her.
“Huh??”
Shang Yangjun’s eyes shot open. The congestion in her chest was gone. Her surroundings were still an endless darkness, but she noticed she was laying on a man’s back.
“Little Sister Yangjun, did you have a nightmare.
The man carrying her chuckled. In this eerie world of darkness, his familiar voice offered Shang Yangjun incomparable peace of mind.
“Shang Xuan.”
Shang Yangjun felt a burning pain in her chest, as if it was on fire. Her lips were also extremely chapped, her voice feeble and powerless.
Qi Lin gently put her down and took out a water skin for her.
Shang Yangjun gulped down the water, her throat seemingly steaming.
“Thanks.” After drinking the water, Shang Yangjun finally felt much better. Seeing Shang Xuan stare at her, the girl forced a stoic expression.
“As long as you’re alright. I was afraid you’d have a fever or other side effects, and that would be troublesome.” Qi Lin nodded.
Shang Yangjun felt burning pain on her chest again. She lowered head to finally discover that her clothes had been half-ripped apart. Bandages wrapped around from her left shoulder to her right breast; the tube top she had been wearing was gone. “You were wounded very seriously by Wang Jian. I could only help remove your clothes and administer emergency treatment. Don’t blame me.” Qi Lin paused and explained.
Shang Yangjun face felt hot. Did this mean he had seen everything?
“You saved me, why would I blame you.”
Qi Lin grunted.
“Where are we?” The atmosphere was a bit awkward, so Shang Yangjun changed to a natural topic.
The surroundings were like an enormous courtyard. She could see all sorts of sinister silhouettes in the distance. This seemed to be an underground palace.
“We’re on the Divine Path.”
“Huh, the mausoleum’s Divine Path?” Shang Yangjun was taken aback. “You actually found the Divien Path.”
“Places with tombs will inevitably have Divine Paths, but this tomb’s Divine Path really was hidden very well.” Qi Lin mumbled. “This tomb’s fengshui runs contrary to the Classic of Burial, it’s very strange.”
“Fengshui?”
“In other words, the art of the green satchel, or geomancy.” Qi Lin elaborated.
Upon hearing geomancy, Shang Yangjun somewhat understood that geomancy was also called physiognomy. The Shaman Clan had a considerably famous practice of “Joint Mountains and Storehouse Return.”1 It was rumored that this could use Heaven as form and Earth as intent to divine the Heavenly Spirits, Earthly Fiends, and Heaven, Earth, Dark and Yellow.
“The Classic of Burial has a saying for fengshui. There must be water above, and it must store wind second. As for the burial mountain, the topography must be difficult, the shape second, and the direction last.” After they entered this vast underground palace, Qi Lin found things were very wrong. This mausoleum was built very low, in the position where the tne thousand beasts bowed their heads, a position of fengshui where there were ten thousand consumed corpses.
“The Classic of Burial has a saying, a thousand chi of force, a winding cessation of breath, empty the outside to condense the inside, scatter qi on the earth. The Classic says: to not fill the cave is to store decaying bones.” Qi Lin said. If the flow was crooked, that would immediately impede and stall power in the cave, narrowing the Bright Hall. Without suitable peaks or waters, this would be categorized as one where outside qi would prevent the accumulation of internal qi, and the internal qi would scatter in the earth.
The Classic said this kind of cave would not store qi; it was a repository for decaying bones.
“The Classic of Burial mentions five types of mountains that cannot be used as burial sites. Where qi produces life, do not bury in a small hill; where there is qi because of power, do not bury in a broken mountain; where there is qi because of earth, do not bury in a stone mountain. When qi is stopped by power, do not bury in the mountain beyond. Where qi gathers because of a meeting of dragons, do not bury in a lone mountain.” And this Kui Mountain was precisely the fourth type, where qi had stopped because of power, do not bury in the mountain beyond. But what did this mean. Tombs treated “dragon qi” as the best, and when qi stopped because of power, it was because power was by a dragon. A stopped dragon was a kind of clock. Thus, when power stopped, a dragon was in the middle of passing through, and the mountain beyond along the way would be without any place to pool water or sand; this was not a place to bury people.
Although this Kui Mountain’s fengshui was not a place of fengshui as inauspcious as the Corpse-biting White Tiger, it was more or less forbidden all the same.
Shang Yangjun was blank. She was completely unable to make heads or tails of what Qi Lin was saying. She understood only one thing – this mausoleum was a tomb of great terror.
“Why would they do this?” Shang Yangjun asked.
“Generally speaking, there are three reasons for the tomb owner to do so. The first is that the owner does not care for fengshui at all.” Since they were able to construct such a vast spiritual palace, then the owner could not possibly be ignorant of fengshui. In Primordial World, this was especially important, so this reason was negated.
“The second reason is that he goes contrary to practice to confuse grave robbers.” Previously, Qi Lin and his Senior Sister had undertaken excavations using aliases. Among these was the tomb of Chiyou. Artifacts like the Chiyou Banner were found in areas with horrendously terrible fengshui, however, Qi Lin surmised that the Yellow Emperor back then had done so to avert the rebirth of a scourge. If the tomb owner truly wanted to confuse people who later came to search around, it was likely they would use “secret burials” and “empty tombs.” Famous examples included the secret burial of Genghis Khan and the empty tomb of Cao Cao. In Qi Lin’s old world, neither Chinese archaeologists nor graverobbers from all over the country were able to find these for thousands of years.
“The third reason…” Qi Lin’s expression was a bit unsightly.
“What is it?”
“The tomb owner himself buried the grave in a place of ill fortune, which means the tomb owner is raising a frightening creature, perhaps something extremely dangerous.” If this was his old world, Qi Lin would honestly not have paid attention to it. Modern society, scientific equipment, and even fear were within human control. But in Primordial World, anything was possible.
Hearing Qi Lin say this, Shang Yangjun felt some chills. “Shang Xuan, where did you learn these things?” The girl said in amazement.
“Oh, the ancient cultivator wrote some things, so I know a bit about the Classic of Burial.”
“You really have become very extraordinary.” Shang Yangjun found herself increasingly unable to fathom this young man, her childhood sweetheart. There seemed to be another soul in him.
“Let’s continue after a break. Wang Jian is still chasing after us.” Qi Lin said.
“But you said that this was an inauspicious tomb?”
“En. Right now, there’s already no way to turn back. If my guess isn’t wrong, then from this tomb’s distributed structure, there should be a Bright Path able to take us to the other side of Kui Mountain. We only need to go through the tomb in order to be able to leave.”
“I’ll listen to you.” This was the first time she had entered a tomb, and Shang Yangjun had not noticed. Fortunately, Qi Lin’s every gesture was confident and easygoing, making the girl feel enormously at ease.
She only just stood up, but her chest hurt as if tens of thousands of ants were gnawing her flesh.
“The medicine I used was the ‘Rotting Flesh Powder.’ We’ll need to change it every half hour, I’ll help.” Qi Lin walked ahead.
Shang Yangjun wanted to change it herself, but when she raised her arm, the wound hurt terribly, covering her forehead in cold sweat.
“Don’t force yourself.”
“I’ll have to trouble you.” Shang Yangjun bit her lip and closed her eyes. The darkness of the palace concealed her blushing face.
Qi Lin removed the bandages around her chest, and her snow-white fullness leapt out. Although the underground palace was very dark, the girl’s snow-white skin was astonishingly bright. There was a bloody hole under her breast, flesh and sinew shockingly revealed. The black Rotting Flesh Powder adhered to her wound like nibbling ants. Qi Lin carefully used cotton to wipe away this powder, and then he poured a new layer of the medicine from a bottle.
Due to the fact that Wang Jian’s attack was aimed at Shang Yangjun’s heart, if not for the girl’s quick reactions to dodge, she would have been killed. However, because of this, her wound was honestly too close to her breasts, and his fingers unavoidably touched her.
In her muddle-headedness, Shang Yangjun did not feel anything odd about this. Right now, only when she was completely clearheaded and powerless did she feel particularly embarrassed. Her skin seemed aflame. She had maintained her pure body for seventeen years, but this was the first time she had been so close to a man.
Slowly, she found that Shang Xuan was very dedicated, showing no ill intent whatsoever. To him, she was not a girl but a patient.
Shang Yangjun was inwardly ashamed, but she recovered her composure.
He had encountered many dangers before with his Senior Sister when they were excavating tombs. This was not the first time he was in such a situation, so Qi Lin was actually very skilled. He had no thoughts of taking advantage of her.
After applying a new layer of Rotting Flesh Powder. Qi Lin then used a bandage to bind her wound and helped her stand up.
Walking was still a bit difficult for Shang Yangjun. Qi Lin smiled and lowered his back for her.
“I should be protecting you.” Shang Yangjun said guiltily.
“How are you prepared to thank me for saving your life?” Qi Lin asked with interest.
Shang Yangjun did not expect him to ask like this, and she subconsciously answered. “How do you want to make me thank you, with my heart?”
Qi Lin laughed. “I suddenly remembered a joke, Want to hear it?”
“Say it.”
“A hero saves the beauty. If the hero was handsome, the lady would bashfully say: ‘Hero, for the favor of saving my life, This Young Lady has nothing with which to repay you. I can only offer you my devotion. If the hero was ugly, the girl would say: ‘Hero, for the sake of saving my life, This Young Lady has nothing which to repay you. I can only work as hard as an ox for you in the next life to repay this favor.”
“Seems I must be quite handsome.” Qi Lin was quite pleased.
Shang Yangjun was unable to help but chortle.
This laugh dispelled the prior awkwardness from applying medicine, but it disturbed her wound.
Her chest hurt.
But her heart was filled with warmth.
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