The hidden weapon did not hit the ghost.
"Sister Mu, that's a ghost! How can you hit it with ordinary weapons?"
Huang Rong, hiding behind Chu Yang, grumbled, "At the very least, you'd need to coat it with black dog blood or something..."
Firing those two darts had used up all of Mu Nianci's courage. She stood rigidly in place, not daring to look around, fearing that a terrifying face would appear before her the next second.
"Little Chu, hurry up and subdue this demon! Can't you see Sister Mu is scared stiff!"
Huang Rong was so anxious she nearly tore Chu Yang's sleeve.
"Next time you criticize someone, please open your eyes first. You're practically scared to death yourself, yet you're talking about others." Chu Yang disdainfully brushed away the hand tugging his sleeve, then activated his Observation Haki.
The white shadow just now was very fast, so it was understandable that Huang Rong and the others mistook it for a ghost. However, Chu Yang had already captured its form and could confirm it was human. Even if it truly were a ghost, it wouldn't matter; Chu Yang was, after all, a Shinigami, so it was right up his alley.
His Observation Haki quickly locked onto the target; the other party was returning at an extremely fast speed.
The white shadow flashed past, scaring Huang Rong and Mu Nianci into huddling together, trembling.
Chu Yang was a little puzzled; the other party seemed to have no ill intent.
They clearly could have attacked them just now, but only tried to scare them.
Why?
"It seems they want to drive us out. Could it be..."
A glint flashed in Chu Yang's eyes; he had guessed the identity of the white shadow.
He had originally been wondering how to find the Living Dead Tomb in the mountains, but unexpectedly, he had stumbled upon a clue.
When the white shadow flew over their heads for the third time, Chu Yang used his Haoshoku to directly knock them out.
"Mmm..."
The white shadow let out a muffled groan, its head feeling as if it had been punched, and it fell straight down from mid-air.
It landed right in front of Mu Nianci and Huang Rong.
"Ah ah ah!!!"
The two were so terrified they lost their wits, tears welling up in their eyes.
"I thought you used to be quite brave, never believing in anything supernatural. Why are you so jumpy now?"
Chu Yang looked at Huang Rong, speechless and confused. When he first met her, she seemed to be fearless.
"I used to not believe in any of this, but after meeting you, I have no choice but to believe. There's a living example right before my eyes," Huang Rong explained, feeling wronged.
Chu Yang suddenly understood. In Huang Rong's eyes, since he could use magic, it wasn't strange for ghosts and gods to exist in this world...
"Huang Guniang, this seems to be a person?" Mu Nianci wiped her somewhat red and swollen eyes from crying. After scrutinizing it repeatedly, she finally confirmed that the person lying before her was a girl dressed in white.
She wasn't old, even a little younger than Huang Rong.
On the other side, Huang Rong, hearing it was a person, frowned and walked to Mu Nianci's side. She looked down for a few seconds, and after confirming it was indeed a person, she suddenly raised her foot, intending to kick.
Mu Nianci frantically pulled her back, "Huang Guniang, what are you doing?"
"This little brat scared me so badly; I'm going to kick her to death today!" Huang Rong was furious, baring her teeth as if she wanted to devour someone. "Don't hold me back, Sister Mu!"
Mu Nianci didn't move away but instead looked back at Chu Yang helplessly.
Chu Yang reached out and pressed Huang Rong's head, signaling her to calm down. "Bear with it for now. We still need her help to find the Living Dead Tomb."
Huang Rong huffily turned her head away.
Mu Nianci quickly asked, "Chu Yang, is this little girl the successor of the Ancient Tomb Sect you mentioned?"
Chu Yang nodded.
Huang Rong snorted coldly, "How can you prove it? Besides wearing all white, she doesn't have any sect tokens on her."
Chu Yang smiled, "Aside from the Quanzhen Sect Taoists, there are no other outsiders on the mountain. Who else could it be but the Ancient Tomb Sect, and she's a girl at that."
Huang Rong was noncommittal, silently committing the girl's appearance to memory.
Chu Yang saw that the little girl was quite resentful, likely planning to get revenge later.
Based on her age, this girl was unlikely to be Little Dragon Girl.
Little Dragon Girl was at most three or four years old now, while this girl looked only a few years younger than Huang Rong.
The answer was already apparent.
"Chilian Fairy, Li Mochou."
Looking at this charming and lovely girl, Chu Yang found it hard to imagine that she would grow into a generation's Demoness.
"Miss Mu, please tie her hands and feet, then wake her up."
"Okay, Chu Yang."
Mu Nianci followed Chu Yang's instructions, tying Li Mochou's hands and feet, then gently pinching her philtrum.
With a whimper, Li Mochou slowly woke up.
The moment she saw Chu Yang, she shivered and quickly became fully conscious.
"I... how did I..."
Li Mochou stammered in a panic. That eerie feeling from earlier was still fresh in her memory; her head felt as if it had been severely struck.
Chu Yang asked, "I have an important matter and need to meet the Ancient Tomb Sect's leader. May I ask if Miss Li can take us to the Living Dead Tomb?"
Li Mochou asked in shock, "How do you know my name? And how do you know about the Ancient Tomb Sect and the Living Dead Tomb?"
Chu Yang casually fabricated, "My family has been close with Quanzhen Sect's True Man Wang Chongyang for generations, so I know a few things that aren't widely known."
Huang Rong whispered in his ear, "Last time you told Uncle Yang your family were hereditary charlatans..."
Chu Yang replied, "Taoists are charlatans. Is it not normal for charlatans to be close for generations?"
Huang Rong nodded, "Makes sense."
Li Mochou had heard her master speak of the old stories between Ancestor Lin Chaoying and Wang Chongyang.
She knew that the Living Dead Tomb, where the Ancient Tomb Sect now resided, was originally built by Wang Chongyang for seclusion.
Chu Yang claimed to have old ties with Wang Chongyang and wanted to go to the Living Dead Tomb. From Li Mochou's perspective, it was difficult to ascertain the truth.
The only thing she could be sure of was... the current situation favored him.
Chu Yang was willing to be courteous before resorting to force now. Li Mochou understood it was because she hadn't explicitly refused him, but that didn't mean he would maintain the same attitude later.
After much thought, Li Mochou nodded and agreed to take Chu Yang and the others to the Living Dead Tomb.
"They aren't familiar with the way to the Living Dead Tomb. I'll find an opportunity to shake them off, then I'll go find Grandma Sun to report."
"Master just passed away, and someone immediately found the Ancient Tomb Sect. They definitely have ill intentions!"
Only a teenager, Li Mochou's thoughts were all written on her face, so how could she fool the mischievous Huang Rong?
Huang Rong sneered silently, quietly following behind Li Mochou, wanting to see what trick she was up to.
When the group entered the dense forest, the fog grew thicker. Li Mochou seized this opportunity to leap into the mist.
"You stinky girl, I knew you were up to something!"
Huang Rong shouted, about to use her Qinggong to chase after her, but Chu Yang pressed down on her shoulder.
She turned back, looking at Chu Yang in confusion.
"We'll just follow behind. She'll lead us to the Ancient Tomb Sect."
Mu Nianci asked, puzzled, "Chu Yang, with such thick fog and us unfamiliar with the terrain, it'll be easy to lose her."
"Don't worry, I know her location."
His Observation Haki had already locked onto Li Mochou. Chu Yang wasn't afraid of losing her unless Li Mochou could teleport.
The scenery on both sides rushed backward as Li Mochou used all her strength to perform Qinggong.
Having lived in the ancient tomb for so many years, this was her first time encountering outsiders. Grandma Sun always described outsiders as very terrifying. Seeing them today, it was indeed as Grandma had said; she had almost fallen into their hands.
"I wonder what kind of evil martial art that person used; I lost consciousness in the blink of an eye."
"What if he's a lecher, then wouldn't I..."
Running in the cold wind, Li Mochou felt more and more afraid the more she thought about it, shivering several times.
It must be said that teenage girls have rich imaginations; in a short while, she had imagined Chu Yang to be utterly evil.
However, she was so engrossed in her imagination that she didn't notice Chu Yang and the others following right behind her.
While the thick fog in the forest obstructed Chu Yang's vision, it also served as his cover.
After following the young girl through twists and turns in the mountains, the surrounding greenery gradually faded. Chu Yang looked around and saw bare dirt slopes everywhere, resembling a mass grave.
Among them, a tall tombstone was particularly conspicuous.
"Living Dead Tomb? Is it really a grave? I thought it was just a special name..."
The eerie scenery around them made Huang Rong frown. She and Mu Nianci quietly moved closer to Chu Yang.
"That grave is the entrance to the Ancient Tomb Sect. Let's go over."
Chu Yang walked towards the tall tombstone, examined it for a while, then directly placed his hand on the tombstone. Its material was surprisingly hard.
Huang Rong also copied Chu Yang, placing her hand on the tombstone, and let out a soft exclamation, "So hard! It doesn't seem like ordinary stone."
Mu Nianci asked, "Chu Yang, you said this is the entrance. How do we get in? Should we greet the master of this place first..."
Chu Yang shook his head and chuckled, "My visit this time, to put it nicely, is to take something; to put it bluntly, it's to snatch it. If you were the master, would you invite me in?"
Mu Nianci's eyes widened, and she was speechless for a long time. In her heart, Chu Yang was an immortal. How could she comment on an immortal wanting to snatch things from mortals?
Huang Rong asked curiously, "Little Chu, what exactly do you want to take?"
Chu Yang then told them the reason, "Wang Chongyang inscribed part of the Nine Yin Manual in the Ancient Tomb Sect. I want to borrow it to read."
"Nine Yin Manual?!"
Huang Rong and Mu Nianci exclaimed simultaneously, and Huang Rong looked at Chu Yang with a complex expression.
"No matter how powerful the Nine Yin Manual is, it's still mortal martial arts. You can already use magic, so why do you still want to read this classic?"