435: The seventh generation! A warlord! Digging up a huge tomb!

Chapter 427: The Seventh Life! Warlord! Digging a Grand Tomb!

Lu Xuan's consciousness fell into silence, then instantly reawakened.

A familiar, vast pressure enveloped him—this was the Tianwu World!

Host: Lu Xuan

Realm: Six-Life Red Dust Immortal (Early Stage)

Cultivation Techniques: Burning Heaven Blade Technique 19/9 (Can be deduced), Close Distance to the Horizon 17/9 (Can be deduced), Undying and Unextinguished 17/9 (Can be deduced).

Points: 1.11 billion

Please confirm whether to consume 200 million System Points to deduce Burning Heaven Blade Technique!

Please confirm whether to consume 120 million System Points to deduce Close Distance to the Horizon!

Please confirm whether to consume 80 million System Points to deduce Undying and Unextinguished!

"Deduce!"

His thoughts, like a torrent breaking a dam, instantly evaporated 400 million System Points, transforming into the most Origin insights and a flood of power, which surged madly into his Immortal Soul and Immortal Body.

"Boom—!"

It was as if the Universe had just begun within him; the Realm barrier of a Six-Life Red Dust Immortal shattered inch by inch under the impact of this immense power.

His cultivation soared at an incredible speed, reaching the Peak of Perfection for a Six-Life Red Dust Immortal!

However, that vast power was still not exhausted; like a raging tide blocked by an invisible barrier, it surged within his body but could not break through the final shackles.

The Seventh-Life Red Dust Immortal Realm was not achievable by sheer power; he needed to re-enter the Mortal World, endure tribulations, before he could reach Perfection.

"Can't Breakthrough yet... then I'll save it."

Lu Xuan suddenly opened his eyes, and a fleeting vision of the birth and destruction of myriad worlds seemed to flash within them.

Without the slightest hesitation, his formidable Divine Soul, which had reached the Perfection of the Six-Life Realm, along with the immense power that had nowhere to vent within his body, once again transformed into a black-gold ray of light that tore through the ancient Void Realm, resolutely casting himself towards the new Mortal World he sensed.

Birds chirped, and the fragrance of flowers subtly wafted.

An incredibly fresh air surged into his lungs, thoroughly awakening Lu Xuan from the Chaos.

He opened his eyes, and what greeted him was a scene like a secluded paradise.

Three sides of green mountains embraced the valley, shaped like a stable grand armchair, holding this valley in its embrace.

The mountain ridges on the east and west were rugged and steep, with rocks exposed like white bones, devoid of any vegetation.

His gaze passed over the slightly lush nearby vegetation and landed on the center of the valley—there, a solitary, circular stone mound stood abruptly, dark red in color, like a massive, still-unclotted blood scab, firmly imprinted on the earth.

Directly in front of the stone mound, a bottomless fissure was clearly visible; even from a distance, one could almost feel the year-round, never-ending chilling wind blowing from within.

This combination looked exactly like an invisible, colossal white tiger, its enormous maw open to devour everything, and that dark red stone mound was the "corpse bait" it was about to seize.

Following this, a stream meandered around the stone mound, its water murky, faintly glowing with an ominous crimson under the dim sky.

Of course, there was no actual blood flowing; rather, it was the cinnabar veins rich in the streambed that dyed the water red.

Because of this, even with a clear sky above, a hazy, sun-rejecting mist always gathered above this mountain valley, bathing everything in a subdued, oppressive twilight.

Though the scenery before him was peculiar, it wasn't the main point.

Lu Xuan's peripheral vision swept slightly, and his heart suddenly tightened: thousands of soldiers were densely arrayed around him on the flat ground!

Each of them wore faded light-blue military uniforms, tightly clutching old rifles and Mauser pistols.

All eyes were focused on Lu Xuan, their gazes complex and unreadable—there was fear, dependence, and even a desperate, eager anticipation that weighed heavily, making it hard to breathe.

To his left, an adjutant in military uniform, with shifty eyes, bowed his waist, his face plastered with a fawning smile, as if waiting to be dispatched at any moment.

To his right was a man of similar lean build, but dressed as a civilian official, resembling a strategist, who was currently gesticulating wildly and talking incessantly.

"Great Marshal, this place is the tomb chosen by Great General Weiyuan, who was a butcher, two hundred years ago!"

The strategist pointed to the bloody stone mound and the deep crevice, his voice starting to grow excited.

"Therefore, this place is also known as General Mountain, and in geomancy, it's said 'extremes reverse'! This 'White Tiger Seizing Corpse' is inherently an extremely ominous and malevolent formation.

But if a person of such great power and destiny as Great General Weiyuan can be buried in the 'corpse bait' position within the tiger's maw, he can use his heaven-piercing Evil Qi to suppress the White Tiger, transforming this extremely ominous formation into a 'pseudo-White Tiger Bowing Head' Treasure Trove!"

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, his spittle almost flying out.

"Great General Weiyuan committed extremely heavy slaughter during his lifetime; he was probably trying to use the Evil Qi of this leyline to nourish himself, attempting to transform into a 'Fallen Corpse' and achieve Immortal Ascension through Corpse Deliverance!"

"The items buried with him in the tomb must be treasures of the nation! More critically, these treasures, having been permeated by this leyline's Evil Qi for a thousand years, have already become 'Evil Artifacts'... they are truly rare and invaluable demon-suppressing treasures!"

The strategist prattled on, his eyes gleaming, as if before him was not a chilling, deadly place, but a readily available, peerless Treasure Trove.

General Mountain, in the words of the locals, was a deadly place from which "none return."

But in the eyes of this strategist, and even to Lu Xuan, who was forced to stand there at this moment, it was an extremely rare and dangerous high-grade feng shui spot.

As the saying goes, "White Tiger Seizing Corpse"—great danger also conceals great secrets, and great peril also contains great treasures.

The memories of this body surged like a tide, instantly washing over Lu Xuan's perception.

He understood that this place was by no means any historical period Lu Xuan knew of.

This was a bizarre parallel Republic of China era, also with foreign guns and cannons, and surrounded by powerful nations, but the rules of the country had already collapsed.

The memory paused at a shocking upheaval: the last feudal emperor abdicated, and the Imperial Seal, which maintained the order of the Nine Provinces, subsequently lost its efficacy.

The thousand-year Imperial Dynasty's Luck it carried did not, as expected, converge into the nascent nation; instead... it completely disintegrated, scattering entirely between Heaven And Earth Spiritual Essence and mountains.

This was like pulling out the Sea-Stabilizing Divine Needle that had suppressed the Dragon Veins of the Nine Provinces!

From then on, Yin and Yang were in disarray, and demons ran rampant.

The fire of science was still spreading with difficulty, but the shadow of the mysterious had silently infiltrated every corner of the world.

Thinking of this, Lu Xuan's gaze once again swept over the "White Tiger Seizing Corpse" point before him, overflowing with Evil Qi, then over the fanatical strategist and fawning adjutant beside him.

Finally, his gaze fell upon the thousands of soldiers, holding crude weapons, who were looking at him eagerly.

The loss of the Imperial Seal and the dissipation of the Imperial Dynasty's Luck had created this world where humans and ghosts were indistinguishable.

The original Lu Xuan's thirty-eight years of life were a microcosm of the warlord-divided chaotic era.

He was not a revolutionary new elite returned from overseas, nor a corrupt official left over from the previous dynasty, but a pragmatist who had climbed up step by step from battlefields of corpses and blood.

The original Lu Xuan believed in guns and cannons, and even more firmly believed that in this increasingly bizarre world, there were beings that even guns and cannons could not kill.

Therefore, his ragtag army, known as the "Dingnan Army" but in reality numbering only over five thousand, always kept a few strange individuals and recluses.

The gesticulating strategist on his right was once a defrocked Daoist priest proficient in geomancy, and he was his most trusted "eyes."

The original Lu Xuan, relying on his ruthlessness and "pragmatism," firmly controlled two or three nearby counties, acting tyrannically and essentially as a local emperor.

However, in times of Chaos, it was like sailing against the current, and larger warlords began to press in fiercely.

To solidify his territory and resist annexation, the original Lu Xuan urgently needed a staggering windfall, as well as... the legendary "Evil-Suppressing" treasures that could restrain evil spirits.

Thus, he set his sights on the most terrifying Forbidden Ground under his rule, General Mountain.

And also, at this moment, the extremely ominous "White Tiger Seizing Corpse" land under his feet.

After the memories receded, Lu Xuan subconsciously immersed his mind in his brain.

However, when the System panel clearly appeared, he almost failed to maintain the warlord's dignity on his face, and the corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Host: Red Dust Immortal Lu Xuan (Seventh Life)

Realm: None

Cultivation Technique: None

Points: 0

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Lu Xuan: "..."

A perfect start? This was Hell mode!

Except for a high-sounding but actually ethereal and impractical title of "Red Dust Immortal," he had absolutely nothing—no Realm, no Cultivation Technique!

Thinking of this, Lu Xuan's gaze swept over the group of soldiers beside him, holding weapons like "rotten potatoes and stinky bird eggs."

Then, recalling the demons in his memory that were impervious to guns and cannons, a huge sense of absurdity and crisis instantly gripped him.

In this world overrun by demons and fraught with danger, starting as a "local emperor" warlord, with a few thousand guns and a group of hungry subordinates, could he truly survive... and successfully acquire a large amount of Heaven And Earth Spiritual Essence to transcend this Mortal World?

Immediately, Lu Xuan ignored the strategist's incessant flattery beside him, his gaze sweeping past everyone and accurately landing on the men whose backs were pressed by the muzzles of soldiers' guns not far away.

More precisely, they were three "masters" dressed in faded black Daoist robes and wearing Hunyuan scarves.

According to the original Lu Xuan's memory, these three were the most renowned Daoist priests from the local Fu Yuan Temple.

When the original Lu Xuan decided to act on General Mountain, he thought of them—since this grand tomb had a notorious reputation and was profoundly mysterious, it was natural to let the professionals go first.

So, a squad of soldiers "politely" "invited" these three out of the Daoist temple.

The original Lu Xuan's plan was very shrewd: use the lives of these professionals to scout the way, to resolve the unseen dangers that might exist in the grand tomb, while he led the army to reap the benefits.

Wouldn't that be wonderful?

Although the three Daoist priests in front tried to maintain their composure, their pale faces betrayed their inner terror.

They faced not only the legendary ominous tomb but also the very real, unreasonable muzzles of guns behind them.

Lu Xuan's gaze slowly swept over them, and the corner of his mouth lifted slightly.

Interesting! I was just worrying about not having any Cultivation Technique?

The next moment, Lu Xuan ignored all the fawning or fearful gazes around him, took a step, and walked straight towards the three Daoist priests.

His military boots crunched on the gravel, making clear sounds, each step seemingly treading on people's hearts.

He finally stopped in front of the three, his shadow completely enveloping them, his gaze locked on the white-haired Old Daoist Priest in the middle.

This sudden, invisible pressure instantly caused cold sweat to break out on the Old Daoist Priest's forehead.

"This Great Marshal has heard," Lu Xuan spoke, his voice not loud, "that your Fu Yuan Temple, your Ancestral Master... had some real skill."

He leaned forward slightly, closing in on the Old Daoist Priest, enunciating each word clearly, striking the other's heart: "Now, I'm giving you, and myself, a chance."

"This Great Marshal suddenly wants to learn some real skills to protect himself. If you're smart, hand over your most treasured possessions—your Legacy."

"Most treasured skills?"

Upon hearing this, a trace of imperceptible surprise flashed in the Old Daoist Priest's murky eyes.

He lifted his eyelids, quickly glanced at the warlord before him, who was absolute in the region, and a sense of absurdity welled up in his heart.

This warlord, who usually only knew how to vie for power and exploit the common people, was now coveting the meager Daoist arts that they, as recluses, relied on for survival?

However, the other party's scheme was likely destined to fail.

This wasn't a question of whether he was willing to teach, but rather that one's bone structure was predetermined, and human effort was powerless against it.

Cultivating Daoist methods required a clear Heart-Nature, ideally starting from childhood.

Children's minds were pure, their desires few, only then could they draw Qi into their bodies and sense the Heaven And Earth Spiritual Essence.

But adults were already steeped in the vast Mortal World, entangled by the seven emotions and six desires, plagued by distracting thoughts, like a broken pottery jar full of holes; how could they bear the true Legacy of Daoist methods that required focused concentration and tranquility?

"To do what one knows cannot be done is foolishness," the Old Daoist Priest sighed inwardly. He understood this principle, but he would never point it out.

A scholar meets a soldier, and reason is lost.

If he were foolish enough to reason with such a warlord, who held the power of life and death, and talk about Aptitude, it would be like playing a lute to a cow; a single misstep could bring about his demise.

A moment later, the Old Daoist Priest's face was covered with a humble, even fearful expression. He slightly hunched his already gaunt body and said hoarsely.

"Great Marshal, please understand... Our Fu Yuan Temple is just a small temple in the countryside, with sparse incense and a meager Legacy. How... how could we have any truly treasured skills?

They are merely some petty tricks to fool villagers and scare away night owls, truly unworthy of the Great Marshal's Dharma Eye; I'm afraid... even showing them off would be considered crude."

...Lu Xuan was too lazy to listen to the Old Daoist Priest's rambling. His right hand moved as fast as lightning—with a "click," a Mauser pistol with its hammer cocked was already in his hand.

However, the dark muzzle was not aimed at the Old Daoist Priest, but was suddenly pressed against the temple of the youngest Daoist priest beside him!

That young Daoist priest trembled violently, his face instantly turning ashen, and he froze in place, even his breathing stopped.

"Junior Brother! Great Marshal! Great Marshal, please calm down! You mustn't, you mustn't!"

The Old Daoist Priest's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, his Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering. He roared in his heart: This bastard warlord, he's too unreasonable!

He pulled out a gun at the slightest disagreement, and it was aimed at his Junior Brother? Who could withstand that!

"We do! We do! Great Marshal, please calm your anger, this Old Daoist Priest is carrying the Legacy of our Fu Yuan Temple! Please accept it with a smile, and please be merciful!"

At this moment, how could the Old Daoist Priest dare to hesitate or equivocate for a moment? Seeing the gun muzzle pressed tightly against his Junior Brother's temple, he was scared out of his wits, fearing that if he moved even a fraction of a second slower, his Junior Brother would be splattered with blood on the spot and go to meet the Ancestral Master first.

Finally, the Old Daoist Priest fumbled in his embrace, trembling as he pulled out an item carefully wrapped in oilcloth.

Uncovering the oilcloth, inside was a yellowed, tattered ancient book, astonishingly thin, feeling as if it had only a few pages in hand, exuding a sense of poverty and the vicissitudes of time.

"But, but... Great Marshal, this is an Incomplete Manual," the Old Daoist Priest presented it with both hands, not forgetting to add, trying to lower the other party's expectations.

"For some unknown reason, the Ancestral Master only passed down this part of the Daoist arts back then. The subsequent core Mind-Cultivation Technique has long been lost, and its power is limited; I'm afraid... I'm afraid it won't be worthy of the Great Marshal's Dharma Eye."

Lu Xuan scoffed, completely disregarding the Old Daoist Priest's words, and unceremoniously snatched the ancient book.

An Incomplete Manual? For him, as long as there was one page of original text, with the System panel in his mind, automatically deducing and completing the subsequent Cultivation Technique chants was simply a matter of course.

The book felt slightly heavy in his hand. Lu Xuan looked down; on the cover were five ancient seal characters written in cinnabar, with powerful strokes but slightly faded, and a scorching, Yang Qi-filled aura assailed him.

"True Scripture of Yang Flame Talisman Fire"!