Chapter 524: Chapter 260: Sect Leader’s Personal Arrival! Zhang Tian Sheng

The night deepened.

West Suburb of An Nan City, Ping’an Villa.

This Chinese-style villa courtyard belongs to Maoshan, located in the outskirts, perched halfway up the mountain, offering a tranquil and elegant environment, seldom visited by people.

"You stay here for one night, then head back to Yujing City in a few days."

The car stopped at the entrance of Ping’an Villa, Yu Hua stepped out of the vehicle, instructing Zhang Fan and Fang Changle.

"Brother, why not leave overnight? The longer the night, the more dreams abound." Fang Changle couldn’t help but ask.

"Leave overnight? Are you fleeing? Why do you seem guilty if you’ve done nothing wrong?" Yu Hua glanced over, speaking lightly.

"Doing so after such a big event at Tusk Mountain only makes it seem like you have something to hide."

"Besides, do you think you can leave in the night without being noticed?" Yu Hua shook his head.

Zhang Fan heard this and seemed lost in thought. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

"Brother Yu Hua, could it be that we’ve already been targeted?"

"You’ve underestimated Qi Yun Mountain; this is Huizhou Province. I dare say, you’ve been watched since the moment you left Tusk Mountain." Yu Hua spoke softly.

After all, Qi Yun Mountain is as renowned as Maoshan, both being among the Ten Great Daoist Mountains under heaven.

Sometimes, it’s better not to act than to make a foolish move, which would only invite disaster.

"Stay here, and if someone comes to investigate, don’t fret; just say what needs to be said." Yu Hua said sternly.

"Understood, thank you Brother Yu Hua." Zhang Fan nodded.

"Master Uncle, disciple Yu Hua, here to pay respects."

At this moment, Yu Hua walked to the door, stopped, bowed, and kowtowed three times.

"Master Uncle!?" Zhang Fan’s heart stirred.

Yu Hua, a master at the Sect Leader Realm, was over fifty years old himself, how old and of high order must his Master Uncle be!?

"Is there a master hidden within?" Zhang Fan couldn’t help but ask.

"This courtyard is usually overseen by Master Xu." Yu Hua said somberly.

Their Master Uncle, named Xu Xuan Guan, left Maoshan many years ago and secluded himself here, taking care of this Maoshan property.

Yu Hua knew little about this Master Uncle, only hearing vague rumors about his eccentric personality and poor popularity within the sect, which led to his early departure from the mountain gate.

"How old is your Master Uncle?" Zhang Fan couldn’t help but ask.

"Probably over eighty." Yu Hua thought, unsure of the exact age.

With no response from inside, Yu Hua stepped forth, entered the password, and directly opened the courtyard door.

"Does the lack of a response mean we can enter freely?" Fang Changle couldn’t help but ask.

"Master Uncle dislikes seeing outsiders, courtesy done will suffice." Yu Hua replied indifferently.

The three entered the courtyard, and the sight before them made Zhang Fan’s brow twitch.

The spacious yard was filled with graves, arranged artistically, forming a striking landscape.

"Holy crap..."

"Grave mounds within the yard? What kind of arrangement is this?" Zhang Fan’s eyelid twitched, is this a place for people to live?

"Don’t mind it, these are old graves, part of Master Uncle’s collection."

"Old graves? Collection?" Zhang Fan was perplexed, he understood every word yet altogether made no sense.

"The old saying goes, after five generations, graves are recreated; after three, houses are empty." Yu Hua explained.

Traditionally, in burial ground Feng Shui, graves passed five generations must be relocated, else risk courting disaster for descendants.

Supposedly, five-generation ancestral tombs connect to the portal of life and death, corporeal changes to a Profound Yin ground, inevitably breeding Dragon Qi.

Such tombs over five generations, nurtured for too long, according to Feng Shui Dragon Veins, have cultivated Dragon Qi, rooted in the Yin holes, ripe for disaster.

Yu Hua’s Master Uncle roamed the mountains for years, and upon discovering abandoned old graves over five generations, would transplant them back, refining the Qi within.

"Brother Yu Hua, your Master Uncle’s hobby is truly unique." Zhang Fan chuckled dryly.

To be honest, irrespective of nightfall or daylight, such a place makes one creeped out, even for a cultivator.

"Let’s move, refrain from idle talk here." Yu Hua gestured, solemnly reminding.

That said, he led them into the inner hall. Upon entering, the Taishi chair at the top struck Zhang Fan’s attention.

This ancient Taishi chair was draped with a piece of tiger skin, its fur somewhat red, mixed with black patterns and glimmers of gold hair, most notably its shape was considerably larger than typical tigers.

"What treasure is this?" Zhang Fan couldn’t help but ask.

"You have a keen eye, Younger Brother Zhang." Yu Hua squinted his eyes, saying: "This is the hide of the Red Sun Tiger."

"Red Sun Tiger!?" Zhang Fan pondered.

He had seen such records in the Dao Secret Record; in ancient times, deep within mountains, ferocious tigers often received enlightenment, cultivating as Demon Dao, absorbing Great Sun essence for years, turning their blood and flesh into medicine.

Such is the Red Sun Tiger.

It’s said that one mouthful of the Red Sun Tiger’s blood is more nourishing than a bowl of ginseng soup.

In ancient times, lords and emperors often sent capable individuals into deep mountains to hunt such tigers, drinking their blood to bolster physique.

The most prized asset of the Red Sun Tiger is its hide, an invaluable treasure that when worn, shields against cold even at minus two or three dozen degrees.

Furthermore, the Red Sun Tiger’s hide holds medicinal value.

In ancient times, female Taoists often practiced in mountains, confronted with cold dampness; if they hadn’t reached the realm of Slaying the Red Dragon, equivalent to menopause, dealing with monthly pains becomes unbearable. At such times, applying a piece of Red Sun Tiger’s hide aids in quelling pain, stopping bleeding, nurturing Yin, and generating essence.