Yang Guo: I'm invincible in the opening battle against Aunt Guo!

The back of Zhongnan Mountain.

A figure in green swept across the treetops like a wisp of smoke, landing silently. It was Yang Guo, who had arrived at lightning speed.

Yang Guo looked up at the majestic mountain shadows and took a deep breath.

Fragments of memories from the original work he had read in his previous life suddenly surfaced clearly in his mind.

The descriptions of the back of Zhongnan Mountain, streams, stone tablets, and other details are numerous.

"The Quanzhen Sect's Chongyang Palace is located on the front mountain, while the ancient tomb is in a more secluded deep valley in the northwest."

With a firm resolve, Yang Guo swayed and used his lightness technique to begin speeding through the mountains.

He avoided obvious man-made mountain paths and chose to travel through treacherous, rarely visited areas.

His mastery of the Grandmaster realm made his five senses extremely sharp. He could hear the wind rustling through the trees and the beasts walking on the fallen leaves, and he could see the undulations of the terrain and the direction of the rock strata.

About an incense stick later, he passed through an extremely dense ancient pine forest, and suddenly the view opened up before him.

A clear stream plunges down from a higher cliff, forming a deep pool at the bottom of the valley, its waters gurgling.

Wildflowers clustered along the pond, quite different from the autumn scenery elsewhere, giving it a touch of warm spring.

"This is it." Yang Guo's heart skipped a beat.

In my memory, the entrance to the ancient tomb seemed to be associated with a stream and a pool.

He searched upstream along the stream, his eyes sharp as lightning, not missing a single crevice in the rock face.

After walking another half mile, the stream turned into an even narrower mountain gully.

The stone walls on both sides are towering, with vines hanging down.

Yang Guo suddenly stopped, his gaze fixed on a seemingly ordinary patch of thick, dense vines on the left stone wall.

He stepped forward and reached out to push it aside.

Behind the wisteria, the rock face is not intact.

Instead, it is an extremely hidden, narrow, man-made crevice in the stone!

It was only wide enough for one person to pass sideways, and looking inside, it was deep, dark, and chilling.

Beside the crevice in the rock, almost imperceptible unless one looks closely, are a few ancient seal characters, nearly covered by moss: "No living people allowed."

"Found it." Yang Guo's lips curled into a smile.

He did not go in immediately, but listened intently.

Deep within the rock crevices, a faint, almost imperceptible sound of airflow could be heard, indicating that there was a hidden, well-ventilated space within.

But it was very quiet inside.

"Li Mochou hasn't arrived yet... or rather, she hasn't caused any trouble yet," Yang Guo judged.

Mount Hua is only about 200 li away from Mount Zhongnan, yet Li Mochou walked for a whole day and still hadn't arrived?

It seems something has delayed them.

Without further hesitation, he slightly shrank his body and slid into the narrow crevice like a fish.

At first it was extremely narrow, but after walking more than ten steps, it suddenly opened up into a bright and spacious area.

Before us was a huge natural grotto, which had obviously been repaired by humans. The ground was flat and there were lampstands carved into the stone walls, but no lights were lit at the moment.

Deep within the grotto, a passageway extending downwards can be faintly seen, with steps made of huge bluestones leading to even deeper underground.

The chill emanated from there, and the air was filled with a faint, calming scent that blended with the aroma of stone marrow and ancient wood.

This is the true entrance to the "Tomb of the Living Dead".

Contrary to the imagined gloom and terror, it instead possessed a solemn, mysterious, and secluded tranquility.

Yang Guo did not light the tinderbox, but his mastery of martial arts allowed him to see the general outlines of objects even in the dark.

He descended the stone steps slowly, his footsteps as light as a feather, without making a sound.

The closer you get to the bottom, the colder it gets.

Ordinary people would have been unable to withstand it long ago.

After descending about a hundred steps, a heavy stone gate appeared ahead.

The stone door was ajar, leaving a crack.

A faint light emanated from within, not from lamplight, but rather from some kind of jade that emitted its own subtle glow.

Yang Guo pressed himself against the crack in the door and peered inside.

Inside the door was an extremely spacious stone chamber with smooth walls and a ceiling that could not be seen.

In the center of the stone chamber, there was not a coffin, but a crystal-clear bed of cold jade!

White steam rose from the bed, and a chill permeated the air.

At this moment, a white figure was sitting quietly in the center of the cold jade bed.

It was a young girl.

She was dressed in pure white, her clothes spotless, her long hair flowing like a waterfall, loosely tied with a white ribbon, with a few strands of hair falling over her shoulders.

Her eyes were slightly closed, and her face, illuminated by the hazy white light emanating from the cold jade, resembled a jade carving, exquisite and unparalleled, yet devoid of color, exuding an ethereal coldness and pallor.

It seemed to have gathered all the silence and coldness of this ancient tomb, condensing into such a human form with skin as white as ice and bones as jade.

Little Dragon Girl.

Even if I was mentally prepared, even if I had imagined it countless times in my past life through words and images.

When Yang Guo saw the living girl with his own eyes, his heart skipped a beat.

It was a beauty that transcended the mundane, cold and pure, carrying an inviolable sense of alienation, yet this extremely enclosed environment gave rise to a strange charm that drew people in to explore it.

She is practicing her martial arts.

His hands formed a peculiar hand seal, resting on his knees. A faint, icy aura seemed to circulate around his body, resonating and blending with the chilling air of the jade bed beneath him.

Her long eyelashes cast soft shadows under her eyelids, and her expression was focused and absorbed, as if nothing in the world was still within her perception.

Yang Guo held his breath, not wanting to disturb her.

He leaned against the cold stone door, just watching quietly.

Since regaining her memories, she has seen Huang Rong's intelligence and brilliance, Guo Fu's charming innocence, Cheng Ying's gentle elegance, and even Li Mochou's cold and alluring beauty.

But this kind of pure and extreme "coldness" and "stillness" is something I've never seen before.

"This is Xiaolongnu..." he murmured to himself. "The Ancient Tomb Sect and the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra are indeed extraordinary."