The atmosphere on the street was a bit strange. Fatty walked alone, while not far away, Zhang Qilin kept a considerable distance from him.
It was as if Zhang Qilin couldn't see Fatty, which led to a lot of grumbling from Fatty.
Meanwhile, at the Xie family's residence.
The Xie family had not slept all night. Ever since Xie Yuchen handed over the medicinal pills to his master.
Er Yuehong had been missing for an entire night.
Throughout this night, no one in the Xie family slept, all waiting for his return.
In the early morning, Er Yuehong's steps were light, yet carried a certain steadiness.
The hint of worry between his brows had somewhat vanished. He looked at Xie Yuchen before him with a gentle gaze.
"Xie Yuhua, you've done well. Master hasn't misjudged you."
Er Yuehong lightly patted Xie Yuchen's shoulder, a trace of tenderness flashing in his eyes.
"Second Grandfather, I plan to go to the Medicine King's Tomb."
Xie Yuchen suddenly spoke, and Er Yuehong's already light steps faltered.
"You are forbidden to go."
Almost without hesitation, Er Yuehong spoke directly.
"Xie Yuhua, do you know how difficult it was for the Xie family to raise you? Moreover, no one has ever known the location of the Medicine King's Tomb. That map might very well be fake."
"And even if the map is real, are you sure you can return alive? Or do you intend to go and die!"
Er Yuehong looked at him, his brows set in a stubborn line.
"I want to find the pill that can resurrect the dead. According to ancient records, there is a pill that can bring a physical body back to life."
"I also heard that in a distant land, there is a bead that can enter the illusory world. Perhaps, there, we might find a way to retrieve souls!"
Xie Yuchen said excitedly.
In Xie Yuchen's eyes, Second Master was no less than his own father.
He even cared for him more than his father at times.
Therefore, he wanted to help his master. He had pored over countless ancient texts and searched through innumerable myths and legends.
Among them, the Muchen Bead and the divine pills had particularly caught his attention.
No one had ever known what the illusory world of the Muchen Bead was like, but Xie Yuchen wanted to find out.
Although he appeared somewhat effeminate, Xie Yuchen was undoubtedly a person of meticulous thought and unwavering resolve.
This was evident from the fact that he could become the head of the Xie family.
After all, not just anyone could become the head of the Xie family.
"Hoo..."
Er Yuehong exhaled a breath, shook his head gently, and looked at Xie Yuchen earnestly.
"I do not wish for you to go, nor will I allow it. Also, I heard about that map. I hope you will give it to the person who helped us."
"For the next few years, I will watch over you. You will focus on your cultivation at home."
After speaking, Er Yuehong said no more.
With a wave of his hand, a servant brought out the map obtained from the auction.
"Take this to young Master Zhang, to the Zhang family, and inform them that my Xie family thanks them for their assistance this time."
Saying so, the butler hurried away.
Xie Yuchen glanced at the map and could only follow his master into the Xie residence.
Inside the Wu family's compound.
Wu Tianzhen was somewhat dejected at not having obtained the medicinal pills.
Although his grandfather didn't say much upon his return, Wu Tianzhen still felt a bit strange.
"Forget it, consider it saving money. My grandfather didn't say anything anyway."
Wu Tianzhen muttered, but his heart felt uneasy.
"Right, that Medicine King's Tomb they mentioned earlier must have many cultural relics. No, I can't let others damage them. I must go and see it when I have the chance."
Wu Tianzhen thought to himself.
He even strengthened his resolve.
Wu Tianzhen genuinely wanted to protect cultural relics, but he always directed his efforts in the wrong places.
Or rather, it was as if he carried some sort of curse, perhaps possessed by an evil emperor.
"Tianzhen, just last night, Ah Ning said that in a month, an expedition group will be going to Xisha. She asked if we wanted to join."
Wang Pangzi asked quietly while sharpening a knife.
"Go, definitely go. My Third Uncle might still be there. Right, also call Uncle Pan. More people means greater strength."
Wu Tianzhen agreed almost without hesitation. If there was a tomb, why wouldn't he go?
At this moment, in Zhang Tian's courtyard.
Zhang Tian and Hu Bayi had been studying for the entire morning.
Hmm, Zhang Tian had also understood.
Most of these techniques were minor arts. The only capable one was the previous Summoning Spirit Technique.
However, its power was limited, and its might was not great.
But Zhang Tian noticed that there was another technique involved drawing talismans.
This kind of thing was only effective against zombies and reanimated corpses.
But that was enough. Zhang Tian wanted something that was effective against zombies.
This way, Zhang Tian could fight ghosts when he saw them, and fight zombies when he saw them.
Well, a walking tomb-raiding tank. 138 Reading Net.
"Boss, I've discovered that this stuff isn't difficult at all."
Hu Bayi fanned himself, his voice hoarse and calm.
"It's certainly not difficult. Your fan helps us to calm our minds. Look, we've been at it for almost an hour, yet we don't feel time passing."
Zhang Tian shrugged.
If this thing were used on students preparing for the college entrance examination, it would undoubtedly be highly effective.
Hu Bayi looked, and indeed, an hour had passed without him realizing it.
Fatty and Zhang Qilin had returned half an hour ago.
They were sitting on chairs.
Zhang Qilin was taking small bites of his steamed buns, while Fatty devoured them two at a time.
"Mmm~ Boss, Old Hu, come and eat some buns. And Fatty has also stewed some chicken soup. Everyone should have some later."
Fatty said between mouthfuls of steamed buns.
"You can stew chicken soup?"
Hu Bayi raised an eyebrow. They had grown up together, so Hu Bayi knew Fatty's habits too well.
He often did things that were redundant, like taking off his pants to fart.
If he could stew chicken soup, then even the Black and White Impermanence could go and capture Captain America.
"Tch, who do you think you're looking down on? Does Fatty have to do this kind of thing himself?"
"Fatty is a person of status now!"
Fatty patted his belly proudly.
He stood up with a flourish.
"Old Hu, I bet Fatty must have begged in his dreams for several days, asking the Princess of the Human King to make him a meal."
"I think so!"
Hu Bayi nodded, his expression firm.
"Ding ding ding..."
As Fatty ran into the kitchen, a knocking sound came from the wooden door outside.
Hu Bayi saw this and got up to open the door.
The outer door was opened, revealing an old man resembling a butler standing outside.
A smile adorned his face, but a hint of sharpness flashed in his aged eyes.
"Hello, is young Master Zhang here?"
The butler's tone was filled with respect.
"What is it?"
Hearing this, Zhang Tian strode out, his gaze falling on the butler. On the butler's sleeve was a unique embroidery, leading Zhang Tian to guess that he was from the Xie family.
"You must be young Master Zhang. I've heard so much about you. I am the butler from the Xie family. My Second Master has entrusted this to you and thanks you for helping our Xie family."
After speaking, the butler presented the item with both hands.
Zhang Tian smiled.
"You are too kind, old sir. I, Zhang Tian, am but a junior and do not dare to presume. It is an honor to have made the acquaintance of the Xie family."
As Zhang Tian spoke, he subtly took the item.
Getting thirty million for free, and making acquaintance with the Xie family. Well, this deal was not a loss, it was a massive profit.
"Young Master Zhang flatters me. This old servant takes his leave."
Saying so, he quickly retreated.
Hu Bayi's gaze turned towards them.
Not far away, Zhang Qilin, holding a steamed bun, his sharp eyes gazed into the distance.
"Boss, what is this?"
Hu Bayi asked casually, having already guessed some of it.
"If my guess is correct, it should be the map to the Medicine King's Tomb."
Saying so, Zhang Tian's lips curved into a smile.
This map to the Medicine King's Tomb was a valuable item. As long as he obtained some medicinal pills.
Zhang Tian was confident that his strength would undergo a qualitative leap.
However, what Zhang Tian was unsure of was whether this tomb map was genuine. There was a more than half chance it was fake.
In the distance, Zhang Qilin's large eyes were fixed on them, but his face remained indifferent.
His demeanor was like that of a curious child. He had images of the Medicine King's Tomb in his memory, so he was very curious if this map held any clues about him.