The crossing of the suspension bridge was smooth, almost bizarrely so.

Even the Immortal Sect disciples looked back several times in puzzlement, muttering, "How strange."

They stood on a flat cliff. On the cliff was an Immortal Temple, and inside, an oil lamp burned by itself.

"This is the mountain temple of Great Sorrow Valley. Passing through this temple leads to the valley entrance," one of the Immortal Sect disciples said, looking back at the suspension bridge again, still with a look of disbelief. "Be careful when you walk. There's a tomb under this valley. Remember to go around the trapdoors, or you'll be flipped down."

Just as they were saying 'be careful, be careful,' someone was already flipped down.

The unlucky bastard was none other than Wu Xingxue.

The ones who pulled him down were none other than his two 'filial' subordinates.

The so-called underground tomb was a huge cliff cave. Inside stood a god statue that seemed to have been long neglected, covered in moss and tangled vines.

The surrounding stone walls were filled with countless holes. Some were dark and silent, while others were embedded with oil lamps, also burning by themselves, like a silent offering of unknown duration.

When Wu Xingxue landed, Ning Huaishan and Duan Bi were nowhere to be seen, likely hidden in one of those holes.

The only sound in the entire tomb was the dripping of water.

Wu Xingxue stood beside the god statue and surveyed his surroundings. The next instant, dozens of deathly-pale figures pounced on him.

That thing was a type of Yin Creature, which tended to grow in places with many dead people.

They had a human appearance, but their limbs were much thinner and longer, and their skin was exceptionally white, as white as the wax in a mourning hall. When their mouths split open, they could reach all the way to their ears. No teeth were visible, just a dark, crescent-shaped opening.

Their eyes had only black irises, no sclera, and when they smiled, they also looked like two crescent-shaped holes.

They liked to suck the Spirit-souls of the living and gnaw on skeletons. When their split mouths got close to a person, the cries of countless deceased could be heard from within the opening.

These were the things that liked to cling to the bottom of the suspension bridge. Ning Huaishan and Duan Bi had spent over an hour to get dozens of them, hiding them in Spirit-Binding Pouches.

These things were difficult to deal with and hard to kill. A moment's hesitation and they would pounce on you. There were only two good ways to deal with them: either use a Spirit-Binding Pouch, or let them eat their fill.

Ning Huaishan and Duan Bi were certain that this Wu Xingxue was not the real one, and moreover, he was empty-handed, without any Spirit-Binding Pouches.

The two of them hid in a hole, waiting to see the person who dared to impersonate the City Lord be besieged and learn an unforgettable lesson.

As a result, when the pack of Yin Creatures pounced, they saw the fake City Lord under the god statue relax his shoulders.

He seemed to sigh, muttered "They really know how to cause trouble," and then dropped the hand warmer he had been holding in his sleeve.

The hand warmer rumbled as it rolled once on the ground, the echo resounding throughout the tomb.

Ning Huaishan subconsciously said, "It's over."

When he looked up again, he saw a Yin Creature pouncing at Wu Xingxue, its mouth splitting open to suck his life force. The next instant, Wu Xingxue gently pressed its shoulder, his two fingers hooking the edge of its split mouth.

The sound of bones being snapped and shattered suddenly rang out as Wu Xingxue ripped off the Yin Creature's head.

Blood splattered.

Ning Huaishan subconsciously closed his eyes for a moment.

But the cracking sound never stopped.

He was damn familiar with this sound...

"It's over." Ning Huaishan's scalp went numb.

Duan Bi beside him was also going crazy.

"This isn't right!"

"This is really not right!"

Dozens of Yin Creatures were indeed a thorny problem for ordinary people, and even for ordinary Immortal Sect disciples. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been so cautious about that suspension bridge.

But for the real Wu Xingxue, they were truly nothing.

Ning Huaishan swallowed. When he opened his eyes again, he saw that the Yin Creatures they had spent an hour capturing were all lying on the ground, their heads separated from their bodies. The entire cave was filled with blood. The wet liquid gurgled and flowed, even meandering to the front of the hole where they were hiding.

He could even smell the stench of blood.

He saw Wu Xingxue grab the throat of the last Yin Creature. Frost instantly spread from his fingertips, covering the creature's entire face, and then followed the flowing blood and froze a path right up to Ning Huaishan and Duan Bi's eyes.

It happened in the blink of an eye.

They had only just glanced at the frosted blood when they looked up again, and Wu Xingxue was already right in front of them.

"Hiding here, are we? You made me search for quite a while," Wu Xingxue said.

Ning Huaishan's breath caught!

'It's over.'

'I'm dead.'

He said in his heart.

Then, he saw Wu Xingxue raise his hand toward him—

A moment later, the echo of breaking bones no longer filled the underground tomb, leaving only the pattering sound of dripping water.

Each sound beat against the hearts of the two cowards.

Ning Huaishan and Duan Bi kept their lives, but for their rebellion, they were tied together with a long strap. A closer look would reveal that it was two trouser sashes tied together.

Of course, a young demon lord couldn't be restrained by trouser sashes. What truly immobilized them was the Qi and pressure pressing down on them.

Wu Xingxue didn't kill the last Yin Creature. He froze it half to death and carried it over to Ning Huaishan and Duan Bi.

He snatched the Spirit-Binding Pouches from his two 'filial' subordinates, patted their heads, and said with a smile, "Hey, since you two gave me so much, it's not too much for me to return a small gift, right?"

Ning Huaishan was on the verge of tears. "City Lord..."

"Sob."

"I was wrong."

"What's the use of sobbing at me now?" Wu Xingxue said as he tied the Yin Creature together with the two of them, putting the creature in the middle.

Thus, after a short while, the Yin Creature gradually thawed and became active.

It struggled for a moment and, finding that it couldn't break free, became a little annoyed. But to its left and right were two living creatures, exuding the tempting smell of food.

It immediately became delighted. Its pitch-black eyes and mouth curved up, and then it stretched its head toward Duan Bi on the left.

It gave him a "kiss."

Duan Bi: "..."

It smacked its lips and stretched its head toward Ning Huaishan on the right.

Ning Huaishan: "I... Fuck!"

Another kiss.