Huang Rong from The Return of the Condor Heroes: Guo'er, calm down.

This "Yi Jin Duan Gu Pian" is indeed the orthodox school of Taoism, with endless mysteries.

Yang Guo didn't know how long he had been lying there, but he felt that the heat in his dantian had been completely tamed. What was once a deadly poisonous fire had now become sweet rain nourishing his meridians.

After circulating the Qi through the body repeatedly, the meridians expanded more than twice their original size, and the previously stagnant areas now flowed with unparalleled smoothness. More than 30% of the remaining medicinal power of the Nine-Turn Life-Sustaining Pill had already been refined.

He secretly estimated that, according to the rules of the martial arts world, his current internal strength was probably at the peak of the second tier. Let alone fourth-generation disciples, even some of the less capable third-generation disciples of the Quanzhen Sect could now put up a fight.

Yang Guo felt overjoyed.

This suffering wasn't in vain.

But his smile quickly faded.

Although the Fetal Breathing Technique can hold one's breath, it is not a divine method of fasting; one still needs to breathe afterward. Even though he only needs to breathe once every quarter of an hour, the air inside this stone coffin is becoming increasingly scarce.

That tightness in my chest came back.

"We have to get out!"

Yang Guo took a deep breath of turbid air, focused his energy in his dantian, and with a surge of powerful force, pushed his palms upwards.

"rise!"

That push used eighty percent of his strength. If it were an ordinary wooden board, it would have been shattered long ago.

But to everyone's surprise, the top of his head remained completely still.

The stone lid was as if it were rooted to the coffin, without being shaken even by a crack.

Yang Guo's heart skipped a beat.

"Again!"

He gritted his teeth, abandoning all hope, and channeled the true energy within his twelve meridians like a raging torrent into his palms. In an instant, his face turned red, and veins bulged on his forehead.

"Open it!"

boom--

A muffled thud exploded, making his eardrums ache.

But the coffin lid above their heads remained as stable as Mount Tai.

It’s over.

Yang Guo was now truly panicked.

Am I going to suffocate in this coffin and be buried with Lin Chaoying after I've just mastered this divine skill?

What kind of pathetic way to die is this!

"Little Dragon Girl...you heartless, wretched woman..."

"No, we need to try to save it again!"

Yang Guo went berserk and swung his hand, desperately slapping at the stone cover.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sound was muffled, but it was particularly jarring in the silent stone chamber.

……

East chamber of the ancient tomb.

Grandma Sun looked at the table of food that had long since gone cold, her brow furrowed in worry.

It's been three days.

That boy who used to greet everyone with a grin and say "Hello, Grandma" has vanished as if he'd disappeared into thin air.

That day, she only went to the kitchen to heat up some food, and when she returned, she was gone. In the past few days, she has searched the entire ancient tomb, both inside and out, and even went to the thatched hut at the entrance seven or eight times, but there is not a trace of her.

"This child, could it be that his injuries flared up and he died in some remote corner?"

Grandma Sun sighed deeply, put down her chopsticks, and had absolutely no appetite.

Just as I was thinking of going out to look again, I suddenly heard a strange noise coming from the west.

Bang, bang, bang.

The ancient tomb was empty and quiet, and I could hear everything clearly.

Grandma Sun felt a jolt, and the hairs on her body stood on end.

That direction... that's where the Grandmaster's remains were laid to rest!

"This...this is..."

Grandma Sun stood up tremblingly. The sound was still ringing out, and it was getting more and more urgent, as if something inside had gone mad and was desperately trying to get out.

"A ghost...there's a ghost!"

Granny Sun's face turned deathly pale, and her legs trembled uncontrollably. She had lived in the ancient tomb her entire life, and although it was called the Tomb of the Living Dead, she had never encountered anything so strange before.

Could it be that I brought a man from another family into the house, and the Ancestral Master was displeased and manifested her power?

Or was it that the heartless and ungrateful Wang Chongyang, knowing he was guilty, came to knock on the coffin lid in broad daylight to repent?

"Mother-in-law."

A cold, clear voice rang out from behind her. Granny Sun was terrified and turned around abruptly. Seeing it was Little Dragon Girl, she grabbed her sleeve and stammered, "Miss...Miss, listen! Listen! What's that noise from the west...from the west?"

Little Dragon Girl tilted her head slightly and listened for a while.

A strange look flashed across that perpetually frozen face.

It wasn't fear, but rather... a hint of guilt?

Go and see for yourself.

Still looking?

Grandma Sun shook her head vigorously, "Girl, what if there's something unclean..."

Before she could finish speaking, Little Dragon Girl had already started walking and left. Granny Sun had no choice but to muster her courage and follow.

The closer you get to that stone chamber, the louder the sound becomes.

When they arrived at the entrance of the stone chamber, Granny Sun immediately noticed that the innermost stone coffin was trembling slightly.

"Oh my god!"

Granny Sun shrank back in fright, hiding behind Little Dragon Girl. "It really...it really is the sound of a coffin rattling! It's a zombie! It really is a zombie!"

Little Dragon Girl stood at the door, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

This kid actually managed to hold out for three days.

That day, when she went inside to investigate, she heard faint breathing sounds. She only intended to punish him slightly, lock him up for an hour or two, let him suffer a little, and teach him a lesson so that he wouldn't recklessly trespass into the forbidden area again.

To everyone's surprise, there was no sound from inside this level.

If it weren't for the faint, lingering breath, she would have thought the person had truly suffocated inside.

The fact that this Taoist priest from the Quanzhen School could hold his breath for three days in a sealed stone coffin without dying shows he possesses some rather unorthodox abilities.

"Mother, go open the coffin lid," Little Dragon Girl instructed calmly.

"What?"

Grandma Sun thought she had misheard. "Open it? Girl, are you out of your mind? What if a blue-faced, fanged zombie comes out? Are we even going to survive?"

"No way! I'd rather die than go!"

Little Dragon Girl shook her head helplessly.

She listened as the sounds from inside the stone coffin gradually weakened, indicating that the creature inside was running out of strength. If it wasn't released soon, it might truly become a dead body.

"That's enough."

Little Dragon Girl stepped forward.

Grandma Sun quickly covered her eyes, but couldn't help peeking through her fingers. She chanted "Amitabha" and "Infinite Heavenly Venerable" repeatedly, praying to every god and Buddha she could think of in her life.

Inside the sarcophagus.

Yang Guo had no strength left.

His hands were already red and swollen, and he saw stars and blackouts in front of his eyes.

"It's over...this trip is truly over..." he thought bitterly. "Sister Rong, see you in the next life..."

Just then—

Rumble.

A scraping sound came from above.

The sound was like heavenly music.

Immediately afterwards, a beam of light shone in, followed by a faint, delicate fragrance of orchids.

Yang Guo sat up abruptly and greedily inhaled deeply.

His lungs expanded violently, causing him to cough violently, and tears and snot streamed down his face.

He's alive!

He had never felt the air inside the ancient tomb smell so sweet.

Once he had caught his breath, Yang Guo opened his eyes.

What caught my eye was a face so beautiful it was breathtaking.

The Little Dragon Girl stood gracefully beside the coffin, looking down at him. Today, she wore no pearls or jade ornaments; her long black hair was simply tied in a bun, with a few strands falling beside her alabaster ears. Even in this simple elegance, her otherworldly aura became all the more ethereal.

But at this moment, a hint of amusement appeared on his usually aloof face.

A slight upturn at the corners of her mouth, and a hint of mischievousness lingered in her beautiful eyes.

It's like a naughty older sister who has just scared the neighbor's child into tears and is now looking on with smug satisfaction at the child's disheveled state.

Looking at her expression, Yang Guo suddenly understood. In an instant, he understood everything.

That wretched woman, she did it on purpose.