At Wei Yuan’s command, Wei Yuan immediately produced a flat cauldron and started digging up the ground.

He had no choice; everyone present at the scene was his senior. Even Feng Tingyu, who looked like an innocent young girl, was really the direct disciple of the hallmaster of the Bright King Hall. Strictly speaking, she was of the same seniority as Trueman Fenhai, and he really had to address her as his Grandmaster-Junior.

As Confucius once said, “The young do physical tasks for their parents[1].” As the youngest of the group, Wei Yuan had no choice but to do the physical work himself; he couldn’t possibly command any of his venerable elders. 

That said, Wei Yuan both possessed immense strength and was a master at digging. He could displace over 1,000 catties of earth with a single swing of his shov—no, cauldron. He began by excavating the two graves first—the very origin of the strange phenomenon.

The graves were exceptionally crude, practically indistinguishable from those of a mass grave. Not only that, the coffins beneath them were unusually thin and already riddled with holes.

The coffin in the larger grave contained only two garments: a plain blue robe and a woman’s floral-patterned coat. Nothing else was found. In the smaller grave, the coffin lid looked like it had been violently breached, and half of the coffin was filled with black liquid. It wasn’t actually water, but absolute yin qi of such incredible concentration that it had condensed into liquid form. 

It went without saying that liquid absolute yin qi was an object of the utmost yin and poison. Even a single drop would be fatal to an ordinary cultivator. Yet, Sun Yu produced a medicine cabinet that rapidly expanded...