Chapter 3 (2/2)

While looking at Xiao Chen’s back, Xiao Yuan’s eyes became more and more resentful. “If it weren’t for this bastard standing in my front, how couldn’t that fairy look at me? Xiao Chen, I will definitely let you be expelled from Xiao Family…”

The Ancient Tomb in the back of the mountain was the top forbidden place in Xiao Family. No disciple was allowed to enter. Those who disobeyed the order would be punished to face the wall for 10 years or be derived from his martial arts. The guards stood 300 meters away from the tomb since the woman in white was healing in there.

Three days later, Xiao Chen appeared at the entrance of the tomb and slipped in. He had been trying many ways to sneak to the tomb without being found out by the guards. Although he knew the serious consequences of doing this, he could never let this chance, which he fought for effortfully, went away.

He saw rows of tombstones were neatly arranged, stretching far. The further he proceeded, the colder he felt. He had not practiced martial arts, so he was already shivering without Internal Strength to block the coldness.

He did not know for how long he had walked when he heard a faint voice from a cave, “We haven’t met before. Why did you risk your life to help me?”

Xiao Chen was overjoyed and immediately went to the cave. He then saw her sat cross-legged, cultivating. Her complexion looked much better than that of three days ago. Seeing a dozen bottles in different colors lying aside her, he walked there, took the lid off, and placed the bottle close to his nose to smell one after another.

“Don’t you know that it’s impolite to ignore others or touch others’ belongings?” The woman frowned and said.

Xiao Chen raised his head, frowned and asked, “Did you make all these elixirs?”

The woman shook her head and pointed to a white jade bottle, saying, “Only this one. I looted the other elixirs from the disciples of the sect that old Daoist Tianyun belonged to.”

“No wonder. You took the wrong medicine. Some of these will only aggravate your injuries.”

“Okay.” The woman said in a slight voice.

Xiao Chen felt a little speechless. After a short silence, he asked, “Miss, how should I call…” The woman almost asked simultaneously, “What are you?”

Xiao Chen smiled bitterly and said, “Some of them call me Loser Chen, while some others call me Undead Chen. But my name is Xiao Chen.”

In his previous life, Ling Yin also named him Xiao Chen. Back then when he was abandoned at the foot of Mystic Cyan Mountain, Ling Yin picked him up and raised him.

“My name is Mu Chengxue. Tell me, what were you asking me before?”

Xiao Chen took a deep breath and spoke the words he had repeated in his mind for countless times. “Many years ago, maybe seven or eight thousands of years, the Immortals and Devils were in constant fights. Those Immortal Kings and Devil Lords who claimed that they were undead and undestroyable, where did they go eventually? Were they dead?”

After a long silence, Mu Chengxue shook her head and said, “You’re not the only one, we all want to know the answer to this question. But that was in the previous era of Cultivators, and that era had gone a long time ago. There was no record left. The most abstruse and mysterious cultivation methods of that era were all lost. Many people wanted to obtain those ancient cultivation methods, but nobody has found one in thousands of years.”

“Did you just said that it was the previous era, and that era has ended…”

Xiao Chen weakly sat on the ground. He had always assumed that only time passed, and he could still meet his master someday. It had never occurred to him that the era had ended…

The word “ended” meant that everybody died, even the Immortals and Devils. Was it really because his Soul was kept in the Samsara Jade that he survived the calamity?

He kept shaking his head. “No! It’s impossible! Master had already cultivated an Immortal Body. Master was so powerful. It’s impossible for him to die! She must have survived!”