Chapter 480: Black-Robed Old Lady

Translator: Tim Editor: GlobeGlotter

When the two men entered the tomb, the cold woman followed. Ye Mo found it strange that his spirit sense couldn't pierce the tomb door, which was tightly sealed. His spirit sense could penetrate 20–30 meters into dense earth, or nearly 100 meters into sand. This door, likely granite, was much thicker than the 9 Moon Sect's. Ye Mo followed them inside.

Er Ya and Gang Hu were agile. They quickly threw a chicken into a hole. After a while, Er Ya nodded. “It’s fine; we can go in.”

Er Ya picked up a wind blower and brought the torch in with Gang Hu. Reaching the two bodies, they bowed. “Two Qianbei, we’re forced to make a living, so we need to borrow Qianbei’s raid hole. After we come out, we will bury you.”

Gang Hu bowed. “We’re not going to use the hooves?”

Er Ya shook his head. “No need.”

Ye Mo noticed the woman remained unafraid, staring at the men and never falling behind.

The two lightly dug, removing a thin layer of earth to reveal a green door. Er Ya dug a small hole, inserted a pipe bomb, and sealed it.

Although Ye Mo knew tomb raiders had ways to blast doors without causing collapses, he retreated. He didn’t want to be buried alive if the tomb collapsed.

Luckily, Er Ya’s skills were good. A bang later, a large hole was blasted in the door.

Er Ya used the air blower and threw the chicken inside. After a while, seeing the chicken was fine, he turned off the blower and carefully entered with Gang Hu.

The cold woman reached the door but didn’t enter, simply watching Er Ya.

Ye Mo sent his spirit sense in and discovered a stone room, not a tomb. In the middle was a coffin; a black crescent was carved into the wall.

Er Ya scanned the room, appearing disappointed. He hadn’t found what he expected.

“Hu Zi, light a candle in the southeast corner and then come help me,” Er Ya said, pulling out a black donkey hoof and approaching the coffin. He knocked on the lid, checking the material.

Gang Hu finished lighting the candle and approached. “Er Ya, there’s less yin chi inside than outside.”

“Hmm? Stop saying useless things and help,” Er Ya said casually.

Although Ye Mo didn't enter, his spirit sense scanned a decaying body, that of a man in his 50s wearing expensive clothes. Gold strands remained, and a yin-yang fish artifact lay by his feet. He also had two jade ornaments and, more importantly, a jade slip.

Gang Hu used a pick and crowbar to lever the lid while Er Ya held the torch when Ye Mo clearly saw the old man's hand move.

Gang Hu didn’t notice, only seeing the jade ornaments and porcelain plates. His self-control was worse than Er Ya’s. He yelled, “Er Ya, Blue Flower porcelain and jade ornaments! It’s a meat zombie!”

“Meat zombie, your mom!” Er Ya’s face darkened. He stuffed the black donkey hoof in the old man’s mouth.

Ye Mo’s spirit sense registered that the hand stopped moving. He found this intriguing. Er Ya seemed relieved. “Hu Zi, pack up and leave quickly. This isn’t a good place.”

Ye Mo’s spirit sense perceived an ethereal figure rising from the coffin.

A ghost? Ye Mo didn’t expect ghosts here, but knew that with the room open, it would soon dissipate.

What astonished Ye Mo was the ghost’s awareness; it flew to the candle Gang Hu had lit. A light wind caused the candlelight to waver.

Just as Ye Mo’s spirit sense was about to investigate, his expression changed. A fierce, bleak wind swept in from the hole—the same bleak wind that attacked him last night.

A ghost far stronger than the ethereal figure manifested, filled with hatred and dissatisfaction.

Ye Mo cared more about the creature that attacked him last night. He fled, throwing fireballs at the manifested ghost.

With a shriek, the ghost became more hollow, clearly unprepared. It fled into the earth.

A ghost with an earth movement technique! No wonder Ye Mo hadn’t found it before. He threw more fireballs.

After a weak cry, the ghost was gone.

Before Ye Mo could check, another fierce wind struck. Someone ambushed him, but Ye Mo didn’t need his flying sword; a punch sufficed.

Rumble—A black-robed figure was knocked into a rock, spitting black blood.

Ye Mo summoned his flying sword but didn’t attack, observing with his spirit sense.

His attacker was an old woman, full of dead chi, with inch-long nails. Her weapon, a black stick, emitted a foul stench.

Others might think her a demon, but Ye Mo knew she was human.

“Who are you? I wasn’t messing with you at Broken Top Mountain, so why did you kill my pet?” Her voice was lively yet distant, sounding like a teenager’s.

‘Pet?’ Ye Mo asked coldly, “You’re from the 9 Moon Sect?”

“I’m the 9 Moon Sect! That bitch took over because she’s stronger, but I’ll take it back!” She tried to sound fierce, but her voice failed to convey dominance.

Ye Mo was speechless. Why were these ghosts connected to the 9 Moon Sect? She’d apparently lost a power struggle with the sect leader and was hiding.

Such a good dao cultivation method degraded into ghost keeping. Ye Mo couldn’t understand.

Looking at the old woman, Ye Mo said plainly, “You didn’t mess with me? Do you dare say your pet didn’t attack me last night?”

…

The old woman was speechless. She intended to kill Ye Mo yesterday, believing his strong soul would benefit her pet. She didn’t expect him to be so strong, far stronger than any ancient martial arts cultivator she knew. She thought herself unbeatable outside the 9 Moon Sect except for her martial sister, but Ye Mo proved her wrong.