Chapter 106: When We Say We’ll Dig Up a Grave, We Dig Up a Grave

The Lu Family Ancestral Site.

A sudden clap of thunder roared through the sky, and immediately the great fortress was engulfed in flames, the central hall shattering into fragments amidst a swirling storm of spiritual energy, revealing the hidden Lu Family tomb beneath.

Above, Wang Ran stood with one hand behind his back, his face carrying a faint trace of the loneliness and isolation befitting a sovereign. He let out a soft sigh.

“I, Wang Ran, always keep my word. If I say I’ll dig up your ancestral tomb, then I shall—no matter what.”

The remaining Lu family disciples around, still lingering in the area, spat out mouthfuls of old blood upon hearing this, helpless as they watched Wang Ran relentlessly bombard their ancestors’ tomb with spiritual power.

“Ding dong! Congratulations, Host Wang Ran, for causing a strong spiritual shock to the Lu family disciples. Reward: 20 Dao Certification Points!”

“Ding dong! Congratulations, Host Wang Ran, for completing the ‘Digging Up Someone’s Ancestral Tomb’ achievement. Reward: 50 Dao Certification Points!”

“Ding dong! Congratulations, Host Wang Ran, for shamelessly going a step further. Triggered the Scoundrel’s Reward. Awarded 300 Dao Certification Points!”

“……”

Another wave of dense notifications echoed through Wang Ran’s mind, causing a barely perceptible flicker of surprise to cross his otherwise tense expression.

So digging up someone’s ancestral tomb was considered an achievement? This system was certainly mischievous, full of hidden Easter eggs. Now, he wondered with a wry thought—would helping someone build a tomb count as an achievement too?

Lost in these musings, Wang Ran’s bombardment had reduced the Lu Family ancestral tomb to reveal several neatly arranged coffin-like objects below.

These were the remains of the Lu Family’s forebears through the generations. Wang Ran descended and approached the grandest, most ornate coffin at the top. This one must belong to the first ancestor of the Lu Family.

“Won’t he come back to life, will he?” Wang Ran hesitated for a moment, then chuckled to himself. This was a world of immortals and swords; how could he fear a mere zombie? In the face of absolute spiritual energy, everything would be blasted to bits.

With a casual wave, the coffin lid was flung open. Instantly, a black, deathly aura surged out, striking Wang Ran’s face. He coughed lightly, realizing too late that he should have held his breath.

The corpse aura infiltrated his body, wildly coursing through his organs. Wang Ran’s complexion darkened instantly, deathly miasma swirling around him.

“Careless.” Wang Ran took a deep breath, surprised that the coffin contained such a formidable force. Annoyed, he hastily mobilized his spiritual power to suppress the corpse aura within.

To his shock, the deathly aura resisted his Immortality Cultivation Technique, roaring inside him as if trying to consume it.

“Hmph, am I not capable of dealing with you?” Wang Ran snorted coldly, summoning the system. “Is there any way to expel this corpse aura?”

“Ding dong! System detection complete. Paying 100 Dao Certification Points will convert the corpse aura into spiritual energy.”

Upon hearing this, Wang Ran gritted his teeth, eyes reddening slightly. One hundred Dao Certification Points—how much boasting would it take to earn that back?

“Sigh, life comes first, life comes first.” Wang Ran sighed softly, steeling himself and spending the hundred points. Instantly, a warm current flooded his heart, carrying an irresistible power that forcibly transformed the black corpse aura into dense, pure spiritual energy.

This spiritual energy was peculiar—unlike any other, it contained a sense of yin-yang harmony that enveloped Wang Ran completely. His cultivation surged rapidly, breaking through from the seventh to the eighth layer of Foundation Establishment in one breath.

“This stuff is actually so nourishing?” Wang Ran gasped, surprised by the vast energy contained in the corpse aura. Just one inhalation had propelled his cultivation breakthrough.

In truth, the first ancestor of the Lu Family was the most accomplished cultivator in their history, having reached the peak Golden Core stage, on the verge of Nascent Soul. Unfortunately, a mishap in his cultivation led to his demise.

His profound cultivation was so dense that his spiritual energy could not dissipate into the world, instead condensing inside the coffin as corpse aura, suppressed for hundreds of years.

Released now, even a tenth of it entering Wang Ran’s body was enough to elevate his cultivation by several realms.

He had only absorbed part of it; the rest would gradually convert into strength over time. Judging by this pace, he estimated he would soon reach the peak of Foundation Establishment.

This was fortunate, for the selection of true disciples approached rapidly. Without Golden Core strength, he could not hope to stand out in that competition. Surely, Zhao Xiaobai, Junior Sister, Meng Jiang, Chu Yingxuan, and others were also training desperately, striving toward the Golden Core realm.

As for Ye Cang, Wang Ran guessed he had likely already touched the threshold of Golden Core, perhaps even successfully formed his Core.

“Golden Core Realm... truly something to look forward to,” Wang Ran murmured, filled with yearning and curiosity for the realm beyond mortal flesh.

It was said the Golden Core was vast as the sea, containing countless mysteries. Unfortunately, until he reached the peak of Foundation Establishment, those secrets remained out of reach.

Putting aside these thoughts, Wang Ran gazed at the skeleton inside the coffin. It lay silently, dressed in splendid brocade, with some spirit jade placed nearby.

Aside from the jade, there was nothing else of value. Wang Ran scoffed at the Lu family descendants’ ingratitude, cursing them for showing no respect to their ancestor, as he pocketed the spirit jade.

With a flourish of his sleeve, he gathered all the coffins into his storage bag. Under the horrified gazes of the Lu family disciples, he smiled faintly.

“A family must stay neat and tidy. Don’t worry—I’ll go fetch your grandson to keep you company!”

His words sent the gathered Lu family disciples trembling all over, cold sweat pouring from their brows. Even those who had fled far away looked back in alarm upon witnessing this scene.

In their eyes, Wang Ran was like a demon, merciless in killing, more terrifying than any dark cultivator.

Yet they did not know that this demon, when facing Yao Jianjia, was gentle as a kind neighbor’s younger brother, his smile as warm as the spring breeze in March.

“Senior Sister, I’ll take you to the Lu Family now to seek justice!”

With that, a black brush flew out from Wang Ran’s body, swelling to enormous size. Yao Jianjia sat atop it, and Wang Ran stood at the brush’s end, spiritual energy surging forth, enveloping the entire brush as it soared into the sky and vanished beyond the horizon.

Only the stunned Lu family disciples remained behind, standing there dumbfounded, exchanging bewildered glances.