"Look, the master of this tomb is probably over there."
Hun Lao suddenly said to Ye Yunfei.
Ye Yunfei's gaze followed, and then he saw, in the distance, what seemed to be a meticulously arranged mourning hall. Inside the hall rested a white coffin. Before the coffin burned incense and candles, and there were all sorts of offerings, as well as various creatures crafted from paper. It all looked dreadfully pallid.
"It seems we really have ended up in someone's grave. This is getting tricky," the Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm said, his heart trembling with fear.
"Chen, you're being a bit excessive.
This is a place for my peaceful cultivation. Is it good of you to come here and disturb me?"
At that moment, a voice rang out—it actually came from within that white coffin in the mourning hall.
"Big trouble! The master of this place looks like he's getting angry. We should prepare to make a run for it," the Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm immediately said to Ye Yunfei via Sound Transmission.
"Hey, how can you talk like that? You're already long dead and gone, yet you're still this petty.
I, an old man, passed by here and came in for a brief rest. Not only are you not welcoming, but you want to chase me away?" The old man beside Ye Yunfei immediately protested.
"Old Chen, don't I know you?
You barging into my tomb can't be for any good reason. All these years, don't you have any idea how many others' graves you've dug up?
I'm warning you, better not get any ideas about me. Otherwise, even though I'm lying in this coffin, I'll crawl out and fight you with my life." An angry voice came from the white coffin.
"What?
So this fellow often digs up other people's graves? That's really despicable!"
Hearing the voice from the white coffin, Ye Yunfei and the others were somewhat shocked.
"What nonsense are you spouting? When have I ever dug up others' graves?
It's just that over the years, I've often roamed the mountains and rivers in the wilderness. When I felt tired, I would incidentally enter the tombs of some departed friends. Then those friends would bestow some gifts upon me. How could I refuse their generous hospitality? So I accepted some things. How come when you say it, it sounds like I'm digging up graves?
Keep spreading such slander, and be careful I tear down your dead-man's nest!" The old man immediately retorted loudly upon hearing the voice from the coffin, seeming quite indignant.
"Looks like this guy really has dug up quite a few graves and taken many things from the dead over time. But the way he tells it, it's become gifts from departed friends," the Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm couldn't help but transmit to Ye Yunfei.
"Chen, what do you really want? What will it take for you to leave?"
An angry voice came from the white coffin again.
"If you want me gone, then shut up. I'm a bit tired and just need to rest my feet here for a bit. Once I've rested enough, I'll naturally leave.
Is this how you treat a guest?
Especially with a junior present—you're not giving me any face in front of a younger generation. Is that really good?
If you keep talking nonsense, believe me, I really will tear this place apart and kick you off Burial God Island." The old man said impatiently.
After hearing the old man's words, the voice from the white coffin fell silent for a moment.
"Fine.
I hope you really are just resting your feet and will leave.
As long as you don't get any ideas about me, I can pretend I didn't see you."
Then the voice came from the white coffin again, seeming to have compromised.
"What's going on?
The expert in that coffin seems somewhat wary of this old fellow and wants to smooth things over.
Everyone buried here is a terrifyingly powerful expert. His fear of this old man means the old man is probably a formidable power himself.
Be careful, let's not provoke him casually," Hun Lao warned Ye Yunfei via Sound Transmission.
"You know what's good for you.
But since guests have arrived, are you really going to part with nothing?
That's not very good, is it?
Is this the hospitality of the Jian clan?
I, an old man, have toiled hard to come here. We have a bit of fate, wouldn't you say?"
The old man's gaze swept over the distant mourning hall, scrutinizing each item within it, as he spoke.
"You..." An angry voice rang from the white coffin.
"Chen, I knew it. Whenever you, a robber, appear, you can't leave without taking some wealth from the dead." The voice from the coffin continued, seemingly suppressing its fury.
Then, with a *clang*, a spatial ring flew out from the mourning hall and landed before the old man.
"Hehe…
Then I won't stand on ceremony."
The old man immediately picked up the spatial ring, grinning from ear to ear. Then he sent his Soul Force Energy perception into the ring.
"So stingy, giving only this little. But forget it. Seeing as you're so understanding, I'll overlook your discourtesy to a guest.
However, don't you see there's a young man here as well?
This is your first time meeting him. Isn't it embarrassing not to give him a small welcoming gift?"
After storing the spatial ring away, the old man spoke again.
"Chen, don't you give you an inch and you take a mile!"
The voice from the coffin rose sharply, seeming on the verge of losing control.
"What 'give an inch take a mile'? You're clearly the one who's too miserly! A young junior has traveled all this way to come here. As an elder, aren't you ashamed to have no welcoming gift?
With such poor hospitality, aren't you afraid I'll tear down this mourning hall of yours?"
The old man curled his lip and said.
*Crack, crack, crack…*
Hearing the old man's words, the owner of the white coffin seemed to fall into a state of rage. The entire coffin wobbled and creaked, as if the corpse within was about to crawl out.
But soon, the white coffin settled. With a *clang*, a spatial ring leaped out from the mourning hall and landed in front of Ye Yunfei.
"Hahaha…
Brother Jian, now that's more like it.
One who recognizes his mistake and corrects it is truly praiseworthy," the old man laughed heartily.
He then quickly bent down and picked up the spatial ring that had landed before Ye Yunfei.
"Young man, let me inspect this first to see what Brother Jian has gifted you."
The old man sent his Soul Force Energy perception into the spatial ring and began examining its contents.
"You've got to be kidding?
This old fellow dares to do this? This spatial ring was clearly given to you. How can he have the cheek to check it?"
The Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm couldn't help but transmit.
"Young man, these few items have a connection with me. I don't think you'll need them, so I'll take them."
After examining the ring, the old man took out several items from it, quickly stowing them away, before handing the ring to Ye Yunfei.
"This old fellow definitely took the most valuable treasures inside! That's so blatant!"
The Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm transmitted again, cursing inwardly.
"Regardless, his strength must be terrifying. We mustn't clash with him.
Also, these things were extorted from the master of this tomb. I think it's best you don't accept them. If the master holds a grudge against you and comes for revenge, the consequences could be severe, especially since we're still on this island," Hun Lao transmitted.
"That makes sense," Ye Yunfei nodded.
"Senior, I have done no meritorious work to deserve this reward. I cannot accept these things," Ye Yunfei said after a moment's hesitation, not reaching out to take it.
Although Ye Yunfei knew the items in the spatial ring must be extremely valuable, he couldn't handle it if the master of this tomb later sought revenge. This tomb's master feared the old man, but he didn't fear Ye Yunfei.
"Young man, don't worry.
Since Brother Jian has already gifted these things to you, there's no reason for him to take them back.
Accept them.
Besides, Brother Jian is a dead man now. Even if you return these things to him, they are of no use to him. They're just left here as a memento. Don't stand on ceremony, take them."
The old man swiftly stuffed the spatial ring into Ye Yunfei's hand as he spoke.
While speaking, the old man stamped his foot on the ground.
*Rumble…*
Rolling waves of Earth Qi Energy surged like a vast ocean from all directions, completely inundating the area where Ye Yunfei and the old man stood.
At the same time, a large number of Earth Dragons swiftly swam over and immediately constructed a large-scale Earth Formation around their position.
"This senior's Geomancy Technique skill is on a completely different level compared to mine," Ye Yunfei thought, sensing the newly formed Earth Formation around him. He was utterly shocked.
Because the Earth Formation this old man created was far superior to the ones Ye Yunfei usually set up.
"Young man, now no one can hear what we're saying.
The reason I approached you is to propose a cooperation—a big transaction." The old man said to Ye Yunfei.
"Senior, what kind of transaction is it that you're looking for me to do?" Ye Yunfei asked, seeing the mysterious look on the old man's face.
"This island is called Burial God Island. Many old fellows with abundant treasures are buried here.
They not only buried their corpses here but also their wealth. So, in reality, this island is a massive treasury.
All sorts of fine treasures collected by those fellows in life are buried beneath this island's soil alongside their corpses.
But those fellows are dead. For the treasures they owned in life to follow them into eternal slumber here is a huge waste, a very immoral act, truly selfish.
Moved by this, I have decided to collect and take all the wealth buried here away—out into the wider world. Let these treasures fulfill their proper purpose, instead of being entombed here alongside the corpses and mud and rocks on this island.
Young man, this is a very meaningful matter. I hope you can join me in accomplishing this task." The old man said to Ye Yunfei.
"No way?
This old coot clearly just wants to dig up graves! He actually makes it sound so noble and fresh, as if he's doing a good deed. His skin is truly thick!"
Upon hearing the old man's words, the Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm could no longer hold back and transmitted a message.