Ming Zhitian knew his good intentions: "Thank you, Young Master Yin, my mind is made up."
Yin Fu had nothing more to say: "Is there anything I can help you with? Should I call a few family disciples to accompany you?"
Ming Zhitian waved his hand: "This matter is not glorious, and I don't want to implicate others. I can do it myself."
...
Following Yin Fu's directions, they headed southeast and soon found a tombfield covered in the aura of decay—
After traveling thousands of miles and entering the tomb village, a gentle breeze swept through the entire field, carrying a stench of decay.
The ground was shriveled and cracked, the surroundings barren, with no grass growing. It was in the southeast, yet a northerly wind blew, whistling and weak, chilling one to the bone, easily plunging people into a gray zone from which they could not easily recover.
Ming Zhitian strode forward. This place was filled with the dead, no living souls. It was no wonder; who would come here to court death by smelling the stench? Only a simpleton like Ming Zhitian.
To his surprise, the tomb guards Yin Fu had mentioned were nowhere to be seen, making Ming Zhitian's movements as smooth as flowing water.
Others might be covered in the smell of money, but he was covered in the smell of decay. Ming Zhitian didn't care. For revenge, he could endure anything. As long as he succeeded, failure was irrelevant.
Ming Zhitian was not a spiritual cultivator and had no divine sense. Otherwise, he could have scanned the underground surroundings and saved himself a lot of trouble. Kuaishu Ge
However, he knew the "Imperial Artifact Art." He clenched his fists, then relaxed them, and with a gentle lift, the soil loosened, and the coffins one by one opened.
"Divine Luo Realm second stage, third stage... Not bad."
Ming Zhitian collected the corpses into his storage bag, for future use.
Suddenly, he had several hundred, and he continued his tomb-robbing journey, as no one was watching.
After collecting them, he moved on to collect more. This tombfield was vast, and Ming Zhitian estimated there were at least ten thousand corpses.
As coffin lids were opened one after another, Ming Zhitian reaped a bountiful harvest.
As noon approached, he ventured deeper into the cemetery and suddenly encountered several corpses in the fifth and sixth stages of the Divine Luo Realm. These were undoubtedly more tools for him to rapidly improve his cultivation.
Without a second thought, he emptied out another nine hundred corpses.
Suddenly, a woman's scream was heard from outside! "Ah!..."
Ming Zhitian felt a sense of familiarity and then went out to investigate.
It turned out Yin Qianzhen had secretly followed Ming Zhitian to the tombfield to see what he was up to. Unexpectedly, she encountered members of the Underworld Heavenly Cult, who were dragging her away for carnal pleasure.
"Underworld Heavenly Cult?"
Seeing ten figures wearing the exclusive black and white masks of the Underworld Heavenly Cult, Ming Zhitian immediately recognized them as cult members. They were binding Yin Qianzhen and had already torn off a large portion of her clothes.
"It's time to test the power of the Divine Grade artifact, Jialu Li."
"Hey! Look over here."
The ten Underworld Heavenly Cult members turned their attention elsewhere without a word. Ming Zhitian unleashed a punch: "Star Dragon Jade Flower Halberd Art!"
Myriad flower imprints, entwined with a star dragon, spread out and merged with the fist's power, unleashing a torrent of attacks!
"Boom!"
"Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft...!"
All ten were instantly struck by the fist imprints and exploded to death!
Yin Qianzhen was already weeping uncontrollably. Her tear-blurred vision saw the person before her, and she fearfully recoiled.
Seeing her bare form, Ming Zhitian took out a man's garment from his storage bag and threw it to her: "Put it on, don't catch a cold."
He then turned and left. Yin Qianzhen quickly wiped away her tears and recognized the person: "It's him?"
The gentlemanly figure impressed Yin Qianzhen.
She put on the clothes, tidied her disheveled hair, drew her sword, and thrust it into the vital parts of each of the ten corpses on the ground! To cut off their lineage, she would vent her hatred.