Although Huangfu Yi had long been aware that a First-grade task wouldn't be as simple as catching a bird, he never imagined they'd demand a mere Foundation Establishment child like him to take on an Immortal bone relic from the era of Xuan Nu. That's just absurd...

However, there are many living Immortals in this world and even more dead ones. The Northern Icefield is littered with zombie remains; some, burdened with heavy resentment, naturally decompose. Even in the Central Plains, when the heavens unleash storms, lightning, and torrents of blood and flesh, it's not uncommon for a piece of Immortal bone to fall from the sky. It happens all too often.

So, guardian skeleton creatures like Rib King are nothing new to Huangfu Yi; their strength is manageable. After all, the dead cannot be revived. No matter how powerful they were in life, once flesh and core organs have decayed and meridians severed, even retaining just one percent of their former skills is considered fortunate.

Moreover, the remains of Cultivators and those of demons essentially have no essential difference; they can both be regarded as top-notch Heavenly Materials Treasures filled with Spiritual Qi and refined to an astonishing purity. Killers will destroy bodies, and sects tasked with guarding an area have a duty to handle remains. Even if no Daoist companion collects them, they could be melted down in Alchemy or used in Medicine.

Adding to this are those grave-robbing Loose Cultivators and Mixed Cultivators, those ordinary folks looking to pick up bargains and hit it big, and demons and beasts drawn by the scent of blood gather in numbers. The remnants of fallen Immortals are indeed in high demand, likened to a whale fall that supports a whole ecosystem; they can sustain a large living population. Thus in the Central Plains, it's actually more challenging to be preserved for long and turn into white bone or skeleton monsters.

To avoid the desolation of leaving no bones behind, Mountain Men would go to great lengths to arrange Array tombs and secret caverns before a Reincarnation, bitterly regretting if their secret stash wasn't hidden deep or well enough, fearing that the treasures and remains they accumulated over a lifetime of Cultivation would be stolen.

But, coming back to it, the so-called Mystic Sect's Five Arts, with arithmetic as the first, seems quite fitting. In some sense, digging graves, robbing tombs, and sneaking into Immortals' hidden realms were the Mystic Sect Disciples' means to reclaim past life legacies, strike it rich overnight, and attain freedom in Cultivation through the fastest route.

Thus, it would typically be assumed that such a bustling place near the outskirts of Qianyang City wouldn't possibly hide such a Great Immortal under everyone's noses and yet go unnoticed...

Yet, here we are, in this situation.

The skeletal frame before him, weathered over millennia, had only one leg and one hand left but could still move. It was now twisting its head, leaning its body, and holding on to its Daoist companion's sole surviving skull, rising from the stone coffin to sit up and look around, inspecting which death-welcoming soul had disturbed its peace.

Huangfu Yi, hiding behind it, felt a bit anxious, torn between the tension of the impending crisis and the excitement of encountering a rare monster, hoping fortune favored him.

He gripped an iron rod tightly, fixating on the creaking skeleton. On one side, he secretly gathered strength in his Gang Fist, while on the other, he calculated whether punching it head-on would provide a higher chance of victory and treasure, or if prying open the slab first, then unleashing a great move outside the cave to sweep the tomb would offer a better guarantee.

And indeed, this bone pile had been dead for many years. It seemed exhausted, its movements sluggish and dull, and despite rising for quite a while, it hadn't noticed Huangfu Yi hiding behind it, still resembling a Bear, clutching the stone coffin and hopping on one leg.

Seize the opportunity, take the risk to strike it big!

"Knock, knock!"

That damn bird is pecking again!

"Bang!"

Who would've thought a second of distraction could bring flying sand and stones! The sound exploded, ground quaked, and mountains shook!

Huangfu Yi didn't even see it clearly before the Immortal bone kicked out, hitting the door board! Such immense power collapsed the heavens and earth, causing the cavern to collapse and sink in, with sand and stones crashing down! Most of the tomb walls shattered and caved in! The coffin board got stuck in the rock wall, blocking the exit!

Huangfu Yi was shocked!

Gasp… This strike's speed and power are equivalent to over twenty levels of Gang Fist! Most astonishing is this wasn't even Gang Fist's power!

Gang Fist essentially means building up through years, eating meat to nourish Qi, pumping iron to refine muscle, adding True Qi into the muscles and bones, providing nutrients, constantly stimulating muscle growth, thus making muscle fibers thicker, faster contracting speed, stronger explosive power, and longer endurance! Finally breaking mortal limits! Unleashing Superhuman strength!

But that skeleton clearly didn't have an ounce of flesh on it! Probably not even a hint of grease if used to stew ribs! Yet with that single-legged hop kick! It nearly collapsed the whole mountain! This utterly contradicts the principles of Gang Fist!

Huangfu Yi's heart pounded like mad, unexpectedly attracting the attention of the Immortal bone, which directly turned back, using its hollow eye sockets to fix its gaze on Huangfu Yi!

Damn it! It's over!

...

...

...No reaction?

Huangfu Yi came back to his senses, realizing he had somehow embedded himself into the mountain again!

Apparently, the earthquake moments ago spontaneously activated the Yellow Crown he had previously stolen from Crane Temple, causing his body to sink into the rock and soil like falling into water, narrowly avoiding being buried alive by the avalanche of collapsing mud and stone.

The Immortal skeleton was indeed old and blind, staring blankly through the mound of dirt at Huangfu Yi before turning back to study the wall painting, likely mistaking his heartbeat for the sound of falling rubble.

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.