Chapter Fifty-One: Escape

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“In this dire moment, what should I do?” Fang You whispered, seeking guidance.

“Beneath this coffin lies a waterway leading to the outside world. You may escape through it, young sir! But before you leave, could you help me ignite this corpse? My body has been desecrated by rodents; my soul cannot depart on its own. If you could destroy my body and release me, I would be eternally grateful!”

At these words, inspiration struck Fang You. He swiftly grasped a talisman in his hand and ignited a fierce flame.

“If you fire your gun, I’ll perish with this corpse!” Fang You feigned bravado, approaching the body and threatening the others.

“You dare?” Lin Tiancheng, the burly man beside Xu Daheng, barked.

“Just watch me!” Fang You replied, directing the flames toward Cao Aman’s corpse.

“Fang You, you’ll only enrage them more!” Fang Ling, wounded in the shoulder, voiced her concern.

At that moment, Fang You seized the injured Bai Ling in his arms. “Do you trust me?”

“What?” Bai Ling was bewildered by his words.

“I can get us out of here!” Fang You declared once more.

“You…” Although Bai Ling had only spent a few hours in the tomb with Fang You, their shared brushes with death had convinced her that this young master of yin and yang was worthy of trust.

“I trust you!” Bai Ling said firmly.

“Kill them!” Daheng ordered coldly.

Lin Tiancheng raised his gun.

“Now!” Fang You instantly used the talisman to set the desiccated corpse of Cao Aman ablaze, then dragged Bai Ling headlong into the bottom of the coffin.

“Put out the fire!”

“Kill them quickly!”

Daheng and his men shouted in fury.

Meanwhile, Fang You and Bai Ling had already slipped into the underground waterway beneath the coffin, braving the torrent as they swam outward.

The fire swept along the dry corpse, burning fiercely. As the talisman fire nearly consumed Cao Aman’s body, a plume of black smoke emerged.

The smoke twisted in midair, taking on human form and roaring angrily, “Who dares trespass in my tomb?”

“This is bad—the tomb owner’s soul. This is a warrior’s soul, nurtured for a thousand years! We must retreat!” Lin Tiancheng, Daheng’s subordinate, urged anxiously.

Daheng cast one last regretful glance at the ancient corpse he’d nearly acquired—Cao Aman’s body. If he could have secured it, its value would have reached hundreds of millions.

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“Leave this place!”

Cao Aman’s warrior soul bellowed.

Terrified, the group fled in haste.

“Go to the Yin-Yang Hall and find someone to deal with that yin-yang master Fang You, and Bai Ling, the treasure seeker from Baishan!” Daheng, his achievements ruined before his eyes, left in a fury.

“Bai Ling is easy to handle, but the key is that, according to reliable information, Fang You has recently been close to Zhang Shengnan, the mayor’s daughter from North City! Wealth should never contend with authority—centuries of wisdom. Let’s hold off for now, just wait,” Lin Tiancheng cautioned.

“That damned young master!” Xu Daheng grumbled in rage.

“But don’t worry, boss. I’ve already hired a group of yin-yang masters from Tokyo, all squeaky clean. Soon, that young master will get a lesson!” Wang Tiancheng replied with a wicked grin.

“You’re finally showing some usefulness. Make sure you handle this well!” Xu Daheng nodded in satisfaction.

“No problem, boss, you can rest easy! Hahaha!”

Their sly laughter echoed through the tomb. An Wu, walking at the edge, wore a troubled look. “I hope you both escape unharmed. I am powerless to choose—do not blame me, do not blame me.”

Meanwhile, after swimming for what felt like hours, Fang You finally pulled Bai Ling ashore at a riverbank.

Blood flowed ceaselessly from Bai Ling’s shoulder.

“Are you alright?” Fang You asked in concern.

Suddenly, Bai Ling shed all her upper garments. Fang You instinctively tried to avert his gaze, but Bai Ling grabbed him. “If you leave now, I’ll surely die!”

“Uh…” Confronted with Bai Ling, utterly exposed, Fang You’s heart raced.

“Sterilize the knife and cut the bullet out, or the wound won’t heal and infection will set in easily,” Bai Ling said weakly.

“I…” Fang You stammered, torn between modesty and necessity.

“In our path, flesh is irrelevant. Or would you rather I die here?” Bai Ling coughed up blood as she spoke.

Looking at Bai Ling, gravely injured, Fang You remembered how she had fed him medicine mouth-to-mouth in the tomb. He steeled himself and turned back. “Alright, I’ll begin. Bear the pain!”

“Mm.” Bai Ling gave a faint moan.

Fang You took the dagger from Bai Ling’s waist, sterilized it with talisman fire, and growled, “Here goes!”

He plunged the black blade three inches into flesh. Bai Ling groaned deeply.

The bullet was extracted from her body; Bai Ling promptly fainted from the pain.

Seeing the wilderness around them, fearing wild beasts, Fang You could only seek shelter in a cave and nurse Bai Ling back to health.

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During this time, Fang You caught a mountain hare but only took blood from its tail for soup, sparing its life and nurturing it.

At night, gazing at the tranquil sky, Fang You could not help but think of his uncle in the distant Miaojiang Gu sect.

“Is uncle alright?”

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Meanwhile, in the night at Tianshen Village, a colossal Mogan Temple stood at the village center, with a grand statue of the immortal towering within.

Before the statue, senior brother Zhang Zhiheng led the villagers in worship.

Zhang Zhiheng spoke, “Now that this temple is complete, the Mogan Immortal, watching from the heavens, will surely bless Tianshen Village with favorable weather and abundant harvests, freeing us from hunger and thirst!”

“Long live Mogan! Mogan’s blessings upon us!”

The prayers and chants resounded for hours.

“Alright, I believe Mogan has heard our devotion. Rain will surely fall these days, the land will grow fertile—everyone, just wait patiently!” Zhang Zhiheng assured the crowd.

“Long live Mogan! Mogan’s blessings upon us!”

The villagers prayed once more.

“Now, everyone return home. I, the Celestial Master, will remain to listen for the deity’s words and follow their guidance!” Zhang Zhiheng declared grandly.

“Thank you, Celestial Master!”

The villagers, hearing Zhang Zhiheng, dispersed, not daring to disturb his communion with the divine.

When all had gone, Zhang Zhiheng shut the doors. Suddenly, a surge of power welled up behind him, and a figure began to materialize.

“You’ve got some skill at persuasion—just a few words and you’ve tricked all these villagers!”

“Queen Moganna, these villagers are simple-minded and blindly worship the gods. If you, my goddess, bring a few days of rain, their hearts will be steadied.”

“Just call me goddess, then!”

“Ah… well…”