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  "Miss Han, do you understand what it means to play with fire? Ling Hao's mouth curved up slightly as his palm swiftly and lightly touched the front of Han Yexue's chest, feeling her softness before raising an eyebrow and saying: "Could it be that you think I'm a gentleman who believes in chivalry?"

  "Next time, Ling won't let him off so easily."

  Ling Hao moved very quickly, and even Han Lao Gou and Hong Xiu Yi did not notice.

  It can be seen from Han Yexiang's flushed face what Ling Hao should have done.

  "Brother Ling, come out of the tomb, I'm willing to do whatever it takes, as long as I'm still alive."

  Han Yexiang was not intimidated by Ling Huan, but instead let out a soft and gentle hum.

  How can that demeanor be associated with a big shot who controls a large family?

  Intelligent woman.

  Ling Hao secretly sighed in her heart, she could tell that Han Yexiang was not that kind of casual person.

  Han Yexiang's words were simple in meaning: if Ling Hao encountered danger in the tomb, he would definitely help, and even if it meant sacrificing himself afterwards.

  The tip of his nose caught the faint scent of a young girl, and Ling Hao's gaze swept over Han Yexiang's proud and beautiful body, only to find that some places seemed to be congested.

  This woman really has the potential to become a seductress.

  "Ling Daoshi, you are knowledgeable and experienced, what insights do you have about that mausoleum?"

  Hong Ziyi stood behind Ling Hao and spoke softly.

  Tong Ling had only met Ling Hao a few times, but each time Ling Hao made her feel very humble.

  Hong Ziyi was also a genius of the Hong family in Longhua City, but compared to Ling Huan, the halo of genius immediately dimmed.

  "How could I forget, Brother Ling? When Chu Yu first entered the tomb, she encountered a very strange thing. It seemed like there were many ghosts in that tomb. Are there really ghosts in this world?"

  Tang Ming's expression was solemn, and if it weren't for Hong Ziyi reminding him, he would have forgotten that Ling Huan was a senior disciple of the Great Sect, and definitely had more experience than these people.

  "Ghost?"

  Ling Hao cried and laughed, saying: "We are all martial artists, don't we still have a number in our hearts whether there are ghosts in the world or not?"

  "What is called a ghost is just the soul of a person after death, when a person dies like a lamp going out, it is not possible to leave the body until the soul has escaped."

  Soul out of body?

  Upon hearing this term, Hong Xiu and Han Lao's eyes widened in shock. They knew that beyond the Yuanshen realm lay even greater realms, where mighty beings could fly through the skies and traverse the earth with impunity, capable of achieving anything they desired.

  Is the soul leaving its abode really the state of being above?

  Isn't this even more proof that the little one in front of us must have come from a great and noble family, or be the descendant of a famous family?

  His gaze swept over the faces of the two elderly men beside him, and Ling Hao remained silent.

  It seems these guys shouldn't know about the existence of cultivators.

  Soul departure is the mark of a Yuan Shen Jing master.

  Upon reaching the Yuan Shen realm, one's soul can leave their body, but at the initial stage of the Yuan Shen realm, the soul is extremely weak and cannot stray far.

  If at the peak of Yuan Shen realm, the soul can leave for tens or hundreds of kilometers and even survive under the sun for a long time.

  Above the Yuanshen realm is the Duojie realm, where the physical body and soul cross the calamity, achieving spiritual and physical unity, three flowers gather at the top, only then can it be considered a terrestrial immortal.

  Unfortunately, Ling Hao is still some distance away from the Yuan Shen realm, let alone the Jie Jie realm.

  Moreover, Ling Huan had another sentence unsaid. It's not just the soul leaving the body that makes a ghost, there are many methods in the cultivation world to trap souls.

  If Ruo Yu didn't see it wrongly, then there should be many sealed spirits in the tomb of the immortal cultivator, becoming the guardians of the tomb.

  "Could it be that he's a cultivator skilled in refining souls? That's a great evil-doer."

  Ling Hao's expression was calm, but he was slightly surprised in his heart.

  Soul sealing is a great taboo for cultivators.

  Until dusk, when the sun sets in the west, a group of people finally arrived at the junction of the outer and inner circles of the Panlong Mountains.

  In the mountains, a winding mountain road stretches infinitely deep, with clear rivers flowing, and a village of only dozens of households appears before one's eyes.

  "Hong and Han, it'll take another day and night to get there, let's rest here for now, I've already made arrangements with the farmhouse in advance."

  Tang Ming saw that the sky had already darkened.

  "Not bad, deep in the Panlong Mountains, there are crises lurking everywhere. When I first met an old man, I encountered a giant black python with scales like knives and breath that shook the mountain. The old man almost fell into it." Hong Xiu Yi nodded and said cautiously: "After several decades have passed, if the Golden Horned Python is not dead, it should be even stronger now."

  Thirty years ago, Hong Xiu Yi was just a Tian Geng realm warrior who almost fell in the Panlong Mountains. Even now, the events of that time are still vivid in her mind.

  That python, with a single breath, could jump over mountains. Among their group of more than thirty people, only he was lucky enough to survive.

  "It takes a thousand years for a python to transform into a jiao, but how much stronger can it get?"

  Ling Hao shook his head and said, "The cultivation of beasts is even more difficult. Just like the tree spirits need hundreds of years of concentrated spiritual energy to awaken their intelligence, if Hong Xianzhi encountered a golden horned python that was several hundred years old, he would not be able to escape, let alone one that was only several decades old. Even if two or three hundred years passed, it's unlikely that the python's power would increase by much."

  "Oh? Ling brothers, do you also have an understanding of beasts?"

  At these words, a glint of light flashed in Han Lao's dull and turbid eyes: "I've heard the legend of a python transforming into a dragon, but that's just a myth, can it really happen in reality?"

  "Why not? To ordinary people, we are also a special case. They can accept warriors, can't warriors accept other strange things?"

  Ling Hao secretly smiled.

  These guys have some pretty outdated ideas.

  As Ling Hao said, many ordinary people don't believe that there are powerful martial artists in this world who have the ability to fly through the sky and escape into the earth.

  Martial artists are the same, having never seen cultivators before, they naturally wouldn't believe that someone could wield a flying sword, have their soul leave their body, and roam freely among the stars.

  Ling Hao's words made the team of over twenty people fall silent instantly.

  "Ling brothers are right, since there are us warriors in this world, who knows what other strange things might happen."

  "Legends may be more than just myths."

  Han Lao's eyes shook with a hint of excitement, as if he had suddenly opened the door to a thatched cottage.

  For many years, they have been self-satisfied, thinking that myths are just legends, but Ling Hua's words made her realize that she may have taken the wrong path.

  Hong Xiu Yi was also like this, her heart shaken, and she couldn't help but glance at Ling Hao.

  At a young age, his insights are broader than those of these old men, and with just one casual remark, he can shock them.

  If myths were once reality, then didn't everything they saw and practiced go wrong?

  "If we told you that Ling had seen a thousand-foot-long dragon that could fly in the sky, would you believe it?"

  He casually pointed a few times, saw two old men looking thoughtful, and Ling Huan spoke again, his tone astonishing: "The dragon spits fire and thunders, flies in the sky and enters the earth, can even summon wind and rain, disaster befalls one side, do you believe this?"

  What is called astonishing language.

  Ling Hao's two sentences were almost out of the question, and the originally silent team became even more quiet.

  (End of chapter)

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