Under One Person: From Nascent Soul to Great Sacred Body

Upon hearing Yang Feiyun's words, Wuming couldn't help but smile.

"How many things are missing from your Seven Star Fate-Changing Formation?"

Then Wuming asked.

"Two more items are needed."

Although Yang Feiyun didn't know why Wuming asked that question, he still answered honestly.

"Two more are needed."

"Just right."

"Go and spread the word that you're going to defy fate."

"Let's see how the martial arts world reacts."

"Then you continue to collect the things needed to defy fate."

Wuming spoke slowly.

"what?"

"But Sect Leader, what is the purpose of our doing this?"

Yang Feiyun asked, puzzled.

"Of course, it will stir up a storm in the world."

"The bigger the commotion, the greater the impact, and the more beneficial it will be for us."

"Changing the world is not something that one or two people can accomplish."

Wuming said with a smile.

"Oh, by the way, let your zombie go out and have some fun."

"Um"

"As for the reason, it's because this zombie sensed the fall of the Qing Dynasty and came out to avenge it."

"Spurred by these two events, the cultivation world should be getting moving."

Wuming said nonchalantly.

What he wants now is a large amount of cause and effect, so that he can change the world as a whole.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 178 We don't need it, you can use it.

"But sect leader, I'm afraid my small body can't handle it."

Upon hearing Wuming's words, Yang Feiyun couldn't help but give a wry smile.

There are so many prestigious and righteous sects; if they were to bring out an elder as well, they wouldn't be able to handle it.

He just wanted to defy fate and gain wealth and status.

"Hey, why do you have to be so self-deprecating?"

"With your determination to defy fate and your actions, where are you weak?"

"Besides, don't you have me backing you up in this matter?"

Wuming smiled and patted Yang Feiyun on the shoulder.

"By the way, with your uncanny ability to predict the future, you should be able to figure out where Empress Dowager Cixi buried her body, right?"

Looking at Yang Feiyun's wry smile, Wuming asked with a smile.

"Sect Leader, calculating too much can easily lead to injury."

"The five deficiencies and three lacks are no joke."

Yang Feiyun nodded, then shook his head and said.

"It's fine if you don't say it out loud. I know the rules inside, right?"

"I suppose so. Cixi's tomb is a rare example of a dragon vein."

"Didn't you want to defy fate?"

"With the power of this dragon vein, you will be able to better fight against destiny."

As Wuming spoke, he looked at Xuan Kui.

"Obey the sect leader's command!"

Unable to refuse, Yang Feiyun sighed helplessly and then looked up at the stars.

At the same time, he started calculating with his fingers.

While accurate divination is useful for judging people's appearance, it is not suitable for geomancy.

This can only be determined by astrological guidance, since Wuming said that the place has dragon energy, so it must be an emperor's tomb.

Such purposes are extremely rare, and they are all tombs with owners.

"found it."

Guided by the stars, Yang Feiyun determined the direction of the cemetery where Cixi was located.

Just find the newly added imperial tombs.

"Not bad, you've got some skills."

Upon hearing Yang Feiyun's words, Wuming withdrew his gaze from Xuan Kui.

"Now that we've found it, let's go."

"Let's just ignore Xuan Kui."

"You should have a way to make him come back to you on his own, right?"

Wuming looked at Yang Feiyun and said, "With Yang Feiyun's powerful sorcerer skills, controlling a zombie is a piece of cake."

Even with Yang Feiyun's talent, if he had Gu Qiting's ambition, his achievements might not have been inferior to Gu Qiting's, and might even have been greater.

Because Yang Feiyun is pursuing a destiny that defies fate!

"Yes, I have planted a life-saving charm inside this zombie."

"Unless I die or he perishes, he will obey my orders for the rest of his life."

Hearing Wuming's words, Yang Feiyun said confidently.

Although his strength was not as great as Wuming's, he believed that few people in the world could compare to him when it came to sorcery.

"That's good."

"Let's set off first, and let this guy take his time sucking here."

Having received confirmation from Yang Feiyun, Wuming smiled and then followed Yang Feiyun's guidance toward the dragon's lair where Cixi was buried.

During this time, some rumors and gossip slowly began to circulate in the martial arts world.

There are people in this world who have obtained the Seven Star Fate-Changing Method of Prime Minister Zhuge Liang from a thousand years ago, and are able to defy fate.

The place where Cixi is buried is where the last trace of dragon energy of the Qing Dynasty resides. If one obtains this dragon energy, one can become the last emperor!

The rumor started out fairly normal, but as time went on, it became increasingly bizarre.

In the end, rumors even emerged that he could be compared to King Mu of Zhou.

"Tsk, you know what, it's quite convincing."

On their way to Cixi's tomb, Wuming and Yang Feiyun sat at a roadside tea stall, listening to the ordinary people around them talking about the story of Cixi's tomb and King Mu of Zhou.

And they heard someone talking loudly, saying that there were countless treasures in the tomb of Empress Dowager Cixi.

Putting everything else aside, just taking one item from there would be enough to guarantee a lifetime of wealth and luxury.

"Heh, even if you get it, if it's not in your destiny, even if you sit on the dragon throne, your head will roll the next day."

Yang Feiyun, standing to the side, shook his head dismissively.

Acquiring wealth is not difficult; Yang Feiyun is a scholar of both heaven and man, and he can calculate the tombs of princes and ministers throughout history.

Even without acquiring wealth from these sources, his abilities would allow him to amass a great deal of wealth.

But so what? His destiny couldn't be saved!

This is why he tried every means to change his fate.

"You're quite the talker."

"Today you're emperor, tomorrow you'll be beheaded."

Upon hearing Yang Feiyun's words, several farmers who were drinking tea nearby couldn't help but mock him.

"Hmph, isn't that right?"

"Now that the Qing Dynasty's fate is sealed, what difference is there between the emperor in the Forbidden City and a bird in a cage?"

Hearing the farmer's words, Yang Feiyun said disdainfully.