Chapter Seventy-One: Hidden Kill Burial Cave

  "Xiao Meng, Xiao Meng." Qin Hao called out from time to time, he was getting anxious.

  Calling out in his mind, Xiao Meng had no reaction. He was really afraid that Xiao Meng would die for him because of the alchemy furnace. He believed that Xiao Meng definitely had this ability. Xiao Meng's origin had always been a mystery, and Xiao Meng didn't have a divine spirit but possessed divine power, which was also a mystery. From time to time, he could still use some unique secret methods.

  If Qin Hao couldn't guess what it was, then he would be a fool. Although they had only been together with Xiao Meng for a few months, the two were indeed kindred spirits, inseparable, and even their divine powers were combined, as if connected by blood ties, just like their own family members. If Xiao Meng died, Qin Hao would truly feel guilty to death.

  "Xiao Meng, wake up, answer me!" Qin Hao shouted, but Xiao Meng still didn't respond.

  Finally, Qin Hao's face was dejected, sitting on the ground, although there was a treasure in front of him, but he couldn't feel happy at all. The things that were worth rejoicing about could only be shared with the closest people to feel happy, and now that he had obtained the treasure, he had lost Xiaomeng. Qin Hao didn't think this was something to be joyful about at all.

  But just as he regretted it to death, a figure suddenly appeared beside Qin Hao. The sweet smile was always so captivating, Qin Hao was stunned, but the next moment, he tightly hugged the figure, almost without hesitation: "Why didn't you answer when I called you, why didn't you answer."

  "I...I..." Xiao Meng still looked confused and ignorant, but she didn't know how to respond because she had no idea what was happening. However, seeing Qin Hao like this made her inexplicably happy, and she felt that his embrace was so warm, wanting to stay in it forever without letting go.

  After a long time, Qin Hao finally let go of Xiaomeng and looked at her face. Xiaomeng was puzzled: "What's on your face?"

  "My little Meng is so cute." Qin Hao praised, the sense of loss in his heart disappeared, replaced by joy.

  "What a beautiful fan! Is that the one that was just made?" Xiaomeng immediately discovered the nine shiny fans next to her, jumping up and down to examine them. Women are forever powerless against pretty things.

  Xiao Meng didn't dare to touch it because she knew that the fan contained a terrifying power and a murderous intent. That murderous intent made Xiao Meng feel sick, because in her sleep, she had felt that intent, and it was that intent that almost killed Qin Hao, whom she cared about most. So she really disliked it, even though it looked beautiful.

  "What's wrong, little Meng? This fan is made from the five feathers of that peacock. Don't you like it?" Qin Hao asked in surprise.

  "But... but just now, when my husband was practicing, he almost got... almost got..." Xiaomeng's eyes were about to well up with tears, that vague feeling made people's hearts ache.

  "A lucky person has a heavenly aura, your husband is so blessed with good fortune, he's under the protection of heaven, how could he die?" Qin Hao comforted. What Qin Hao said was reasonable and well-founded. In ancient China, people who possessed great luck were called "lucky people", or those favored by heaven, which is why there's a saying that "a lucky person has a heavenly aura". This phrase originated from the Book of Changes (I Ching), which Qin Hao knew was the first classic of ancient China, and even Feng Shui originated from it, also known as the Classic of Changes.

  "Does a lucky person have a natural aura?" Xiaomeng was stunned, clearly not understanding. But if Xiaomeng could understand, that would be a miracle. Qin Hao didn't plan to explain anything and just smiled, then picked up the fan.

  When the fan came into his hands, Qin Hao had a feeling as if they were connected by blood vessels. However, he seemed to be able to sense the nine major trends inside, and even the terrifying killing path was faintly hidden deep within.

  "The ultimate human dao weapon, I didn't expect it, really didn't expect it, and yet he actually managed to refine a human dao ultimate weapon, which even contains a small world inside." Qin Hao couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement, thinking that he had accidentally stumbled upon the creation of an ultimate human dao weapon, and was deeply impressed with himself.

  "Am I a genius?" Qin Hao boasted, he could easily grasp all the secret techniques to the extreme, now even alchemy was so talented, he naturally had to boast.

  "Xiao Meng also made an effort." Xiao Meng hastily said in a self-congratulatory manner.

  "Of course, if it weren't for Little Meng, I would have gone to the Western Heaven long ago. Little Meng is indeed my lucky star." Qin Hao said, although he couldn't see any aura on Little Meng's body, but he didn't go into details.

  "Don't talk nonsense, Xiaomeng doesn't want her husband to die young and return to the West Heaven, Xiaomeng won't." Xiaomeng pouted with that cherry little mouth, determinedly saying so, even when angry it's still heart-wrenching.

  "Of course I am, I'm just praising Little Meng." Qin Hao gently scratched Little Meng's nose.

  Then the two of them suddenly began to study the wonders of this fan, but Qin Hao didn't know that a mysterious power was hidden in the tomb, constantly absorbing the aura and blood he had placed outside, and compared to when they first came in, the amount was much larger. However, Qin Hao was filled with joy and didn't notice anything unusual.

  "Husband, with this drop of blood, the fan will truly acknowledge you as its master." Xiaomeng said from the side, and then Qin Hao followed Xiaomeng's method to acknowledge the fan with his own blood. When the purple blood dripped onto the fan, it was instantly absorbed, emitting a terrifying power. In an instant, Qin Hao felt a connection forming between himself and the fan, allowing him to clearly sense the profound mysteries hidden within the fan, including the core of its power.

  However, within this grand momentum, Qin Hao could see five substantial pillars. These killing intents were transmitted from these pillars, and it was clear that they were transformed from the Killing God Sword. Qin Hao wanted to try out the power of the fan, but in this tomb, he didn't dare to. If one flap went wrong, the tomb would collapse and bury him alive, which would be unjust.

  The strongest weapon in the Xuanmen is nothing more than the Chuyun Spear, although it's also a human ultimate skill, but it can't be compared with the fan in Qin Hao's hand. You know that Qin Hao's fan contains nine major trends, while the Chuyun Spear only contains one major trend.

  Moreover, this fan has its own small world, with nine major trends of mutual generation and circulation. It is a simulation of the heaven and earth, and it is more complete than any other weapon. According to legend, only by breaking through the nine can one achieve great perfection, but Qin Hao wondered why this fan had broken through the nine yet failed to become a perfect great round weapon?

  "Is there still something missing?" Qin Hao asked with a hint of expectation. If it could be made perfect, this weapon would definitely be even more powerful. He wondered what he would think if he knew that this fan had actually broken through the nine realms. Now, this fan was only short of transcending tribulations and could still grow stronger.

  "Whatever, this power is definitely extraordinary. The Peacock family's earth-shaking weapon is called the Nine Phoenix Divine Light Fan, so mine will be called the Nine Dragon Divine Light Fan, one fan unleashing nine dragons." Qin Hao said.

  "Why is it called Jiulong? It sounds so bad." The little sprout next to her suddenly became unhappy.

  "Let Xiaomeng take one." Qin Hao gave the right to name it to Xiaomeng, and if this fan could be successfully refined, it was definitely due to Xiaomeng's luck.

  "Uh-huh." Xiaomeng suddenly became excited, wandering around for half a day with a joyful expression, and said: "Hubby, let's just call it Xiaomeng Fan."

  "......" Qin Hao was speechless, and Xiaomeng fanned herself with it. What's this thing called? I reckon if you take it out in public, people will laugh their teeth off. After a good while of deliberation, they changed the name to "Jiulong Shenguang Fan", but Xiaomeng was clearly not pleased. However, for his own future use, Qin Hao would rather have Xiaomeng be unhappy for now than not have the guts to take it out later on.

  "Let's go, it's time to head back. Otherwise, the entire Xuanmen will think I've run off with their stuff." Qin Hao said self-deprecatingly, certain that someone would suspect him of this.

  As soon as this was mentioned, Xiao Meng immediately became excited and urged Qin Hao to leave the tomb, apparently very fearful. This made Qin Hao even more suspicious. Earlier, he had no time to explore here because of refining equipment, but now that he had finished refining and still held such a powerful weapon in his hand, Qin Hao couldn't just leave.

  "Hmm, no." He suddenly startled, apparently discovering that his qi and blood had been released and lost. Normally, qi and blood would be lost, but not in one direction.

  "What's wrong." Xiaomeng was also startled, originally feeling fearful, now being frightened like this, even more terrified. But Qin Hao is a bold and reckless person, he won't give up until he gets to the bottom of things. He's a descendant of the Golden Armor General, so even if he's afraid in his heart, he'll still go and investigate.

  "Xiao Meng, first return to the Jade Disc. I need to investigate this place carefully," Qin Hao instructed. Xiao Meng could only provide Qin Hao with the greatest power when she was in the Jade Disc. The two of them joining forces would be the best strategy.

  "Uh-huh." Xiaomeng nodded and stepped into the jade disc, while Qin Hao retracted his vital energy into himself without releasing it. He carefully probed his surroundings. Last time he didn't have the ability to come here, and even if he did, he was in a hurry to leave. But now he's different, with the courage to try, and even if there's something, he has the skill to run away.

  "The vital energy is flowing in that direction." Qin Hao discovered that his vital energy, although leaking, was not coming from the pavilion, but rather from the other side of it. When Qin Hao first came here, he only paid attention to the pavilion because it was the most eye-catching place, and his knowledge of tombs led him to think so. But now, looking at it again, he took a big fright.

  "The grave buries the grave, the tomb within the tomb. Occupying someone's ancestral tomb will lead to death for the next generation, but fortune will reach the third generation and revenge will last a thousand years." Thinking of the overall situation of this tomb, Qin Hao thought of a sentence from Seeking Dragon Decision, roughly meaning that there is still a grave in the grave, and a tomb within the tomb. The next generation of those who occupy someone's ancestral tomb almost certainly dies, but fortune reaches the third generation, while revenge lasts for a thousand years.

  This is a causal cycle, and now the grand tomb of Xuan Tian Feng, in fact, was not laid out by himself, but by another superior person. Previously, Qin Hao had been laying out this ancestral tomb pattern, which was too big, with 99 dragon veins, guarding one killing dragon, and it was very difficult to find a clue for Dragon Seeking Decision, unless every mountain peak was explored, which is still Qin Hao's expertise in grave robbery.

  "This is a place where people are secretly killed and buried..." Qin Hao's whole body was covered in goosebumps...

  PS: Third update