Desolate Mountain.

The sky is clear.

Everything is covered in a blanket of white.

Ning Zheng and Shi Youxing are strolling, observing, and chatting about what they've seen.

Non-combat cultivators from various families, along with clansmen, are also setting up stalls here, earning some extra income by selling their specialty items—various magical artifacts, talismans, pill medicine.

Of course, whether it's their specialty is yet to be confirmed; it could also be stolen goods from their family raids.

Actually, after several days of interaction, Shi Youxing found this "steward" quite intriguing.

The current elderly face, it's definitely not his true appearance.

Because in the cultivation realm, one begins by cultivating the Five Elements.

The head comes first, how could the head age ahead?

Even if cultivators age, they generally maintain the handsome head of a youth, withered limbs, internal organs, that's the norm!

Thus.

The person had altered his appearance, aging himself voluntarily!

It must be to appear more authoritative.

Many cultivators do this.

For instance, some high-level powerhouses often make their faces appear middle-aged, grow beards, the dignified middle-aged face gives a sense of solemnity.

This person is probably the same.

That's the only way to manage these young disciples from the family, because this generation of young ones, at a glance, appears quite "playful."

Yet.

The person's Essence, Qi, and Spirit are abundant, still very youthful, undoubtedly a talented cultivator in the Four Viscera Realm.

More promising to reach the Three Elements core than her, who is eighty years old in the Four Viscera Great Perfection, and even more talented.

What a pity!

He doesn't have the familial Yang Spirit Root.

In their Tomb Raider Race, basically to suppress Yin Qi, one must awaken the Yang Spirit Root, and the males must awaken the Yang Spirit Root too, to continue the lineage.

Otherwise, they can't hold back the Yin Qi.

The Tomb Raider Family is too tainted, if the person had the Yang Spirit Root, he could be developed...

You see.

The two families both have the Yang Spirit Root, and frequently intermarry.

Even with generations of intermarriages, both sides have a portion of each other's blood, the relationship between the two Demon Cultivator families is more intimate than imagined.

A truly close relationship.

This is also why after the interaction, Shi Youyou and others are relatively friendly towards the blacksmiths who boast wildly.

The two families are originally distant relatives, though whenever they meet, the young ones compete, they never harm the harmony.

After a while, Ning Zheng took out the prison exploration map handed over by the blacksmith: "This is a partial map of the tomb, drawn by our family disciples."

Shi Youxing took it, looked at it, nodded:

"Indeed, similar to the traditional prison structure, dividing into various confinement areas."

"If it's traditional layout, then the tomb owner's main tomb chamber would be in the prison warden's office, which is at the center of all sections."

Ning Zheng nodded.

Shi Youxing then picked up the copper mirror handed to Shao Chaikun, reflecting the scene of Shao Chaikun in prison:

"Female prisoners dominate, occupying 90%, indicating the tomb owner is male."

"If it were a female owner, then it'd be mainly male consorts instead."

This copper mirror is clearly a treasure.

Even the tomb owner in the Three Elements Realm wouldn't notice that someone is secretly using this to communicate.

Ning Zheng nodded: "According to the intel, need to go to the labor area at noon every day for labor, we can use the copper mirror to spy on the intel."

"Mm."

Shi Youxing nodded with a smile, "Still some time left, let's continue strolling, head to the Zhu Family area; they're so plump, they're certainly knowledgeable about food."

The young ones struggle, while they just manage and govern, naturally playing and relaxing all around.

Ning Zheng and Shi Youxing arrived at the Zhu Family's stall.

The Zhu Family head cheerfully introduced food to them.

All the cultivators from various families in the marketplace behaved extremely friendly and harmonious.

Couldn't tell they're Demon Cultivators at all.

Because that's what it means to be a hereditary Demon Cultivator!

As the saying goes, a biting dog doesn't bark, how could they be like low-level Demon Cultivators, with scarred faces, injuries, emitting a ferocious and savage aura, looking rather sinister?

That's like street thugs.

"We'll make you something good," the Zhu Family head said cheerfully.

"I'll also help." Several other heads also joined in the kitchen, without any airs.

Ning Zheng naturally blended in, and the heads cooked together, instead giving a city life vibe.

No doubt, everyone knew how to enjoy, discussing how the best way to eat, preparing the meal until noon.

The table full of food was enticing.

A few sat down, drinking and chatting merrily, and began observing Shao Chaikun's actions.

Because the prison had already opened.

A tall young man covered in prison warden's clothes walked in.

With a gloomy aura, dark eye sockets, somewhat lewd gaze constantly scanning all the female prisoners.

Picking out like consorts.

The young man spoke: "You all know the rules, if you don't want to suffer, be assigned to a bad area, come to me."

As his words fell.

Many female prisoners nearby seemed used to it, waved and indicated choosing them.

Of course, there are also some who are resilient and unyielding, refusing to be threatened.

Through the images in the copper mirror, Shi Youxing was eating and sneering, "Even within the government, there is plenty of filth."

"There's darkness everywhere," Ning Zheng replied while eating.

The fatty from the Zhu Family shook his big belly, laughing like Maitreya Buddha: "Once dead, they can't do those things, yet those ghosts still maintain their pre-death behaviors, thinking they can."

Everyone was discussing.

Everyone knew that this jailer was likely a family member, a blood relative, of the warden.

This was a good target. Obtaining the other party's soul power and bloodline, the Shi Family's cultivators could simulate being members of the other family.

And this task fell upon Shao Chaikun.

"If it were that girl from yesterday, she might have caught their attention," Shi Youxing chuckled, "But as for this guy..."

She showed skepticism towards Shao Chaikun's looks.

As expected.

Shao Chaikun raised his hand high and shouted loudly: "Me, me... choose me."

"Hmm, never seen you before, new prisoner?" The man filled in the logic himself, feeling a bit curious, and couldn't help but glance up and down at Shao Chaikun.

"Ugly as hell." His gaze slowly passed over.

Shao Chaikun: "???"

The man was about to leave, preparing to go to the distant cell.

And the heads of various tomb raiding operations at the dining table saw this scene, shaking their heads in succession, feeling this lead was likely a bust.

Yet Shao Chaikun suddenly shouted anxiously:

"No, did you forget me? That day by the lakeside, I fell in love with you at first sight."

"I committed a crime on purpose to get imprisoned for you."

The jailer stopped in his tracks, seemingly contemplating whether he had any memory of this person.

Shao Chaikun cried out, sobbing like a tear-stained flower:

"I miss you so much, please show up quickly! I cried for three hours in bed yesterday thinking about seeing you today, broke down 10086 times, smashed my head against the wall thirty-seven times, ate dirt seven times, and hallucinated nine times."

He wailed, crying out loud, absurd yet exuding a strong sense of madness: "Miss you, miss you, miss you so much!"

"I tossed and turned in bed, darkly writhing and twisting, slapped myself thirty-two times, bit my tongue twice, exploded my bladder once, had a near-death experience once, saw my great-grandmother three times, perceived kinfolk in the heavens and earth nine times."

He licked out a melody, licked out a style, licked out himself, a rap of doof-doof-da-pop.

"Wuwuwu."

"Wawawa."

"I completely lost it, darling, I miss you so much, my darling, you are my super beloved darling, quickly smell my armpit because this is the armpit that misses you."

...

Where did this weirdo come from?

The jailer listened to this heartfelt farewell, his entire being stunned.

He touched his chin:

Although this person wasn't much to look at, his charm somehow managed to obsess someone so deeply with him...

He's been with all kinds of women.

They all beg for mercy, fear, dread...

That terrified look in beauties' eyes, although interesting, he's long since tired of.

It's the first time he's seen someone adore him so, submitting to him, loving him to the point of agony...

Even if the love is somewhat insane.

Well, today let's have some fun, try something novel. Who knows if her manner of speaking in bed will also be that crazy...

The jailer turned around, stopped, opened the cell, and said, "Come with me."

"Alrighty." Shao Chaikun got up, bursting into a smile, watch me, the golden agent, online infiltration.

...

Looking at the copper mirror, staring at the undercover prisoner within the prison.

The few heads of tomb raiding operations eating quietly put down their chopsticks.

Feeling some loss of appetite.

Their disciple over there could adapt so superbly, what a super genius!

The table erupted.

"He actually succeeded?"

"When he's so ugly."

"Not that he's ugly, it's just there are so many beautiful women..."

"Mainly he's not shy."

"Ahem, ahem, who would refuse a woman secretly in love with you, even willing to die for you? Such a feeling is unimaginable to outsiders."

"This person, if he doesn't fall, with such adaptability, he has a place among the younger generation!"

They looked at Ning Zheng, with eyes expressing how impressive her family's people were.

When men act bold, women have no part.

Ning Zheng coughed twice, also putting down her chopsticks, solemnly saying: "It's just what they should do!"

"After all, we train them from a young age to let go of dignity, with snow eating training, dignity is the most useless thing to Demon Cultivators, practicality is best."

Everyone expressed understanding, yet was still greatly shocked.

Abandon dignity, practicality first, truly remarkable.

Just a dinner, yet their family made a big splash again; indeed, they need to properly train their own young, to learn from their family's education!

With this kind of upbringing, our family may also soar.

Recently, their family's young disciples have indeed learned many things.

Even the style of going tomb-raiding has some similarity, even the brick-moving actions have gotten faster.

Probably after this collaboration, every young person will gain a lot, stealthily learning their techniques, speech method, behavior logic, the family may just prosper.

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