Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

Gu Wangjun seemed to think this was a bit too impolite, and after hesitating for a few seconds, he still asked, "Could you turn the light up a bit? It would be easier to see things around us that way."

Duan Xingchen: "..."

Why does everyone have such strange ideas about their own sacred body?

But thinking about it, it makes sense. In such a pitch-black space, the only source of light is yourself... that's just too conspicuous!

Unfortunately—

"This light can't be turned up or down... it can only stay like this—come to think of it, it's not like I wanted it to glow."

"I see, my apologies."

Gu Wangjun didn't forget to offer a word of comfort to his junior sister, as he could probably understand the difficulty she faced in automatically radiating light.

For example, not being able to sleep at night—

However, on the other hand, the light emitted by Duan Xingchen was actually enough to see things within a certain distance. If Duan Xingchen were used as a torch, it would be a very reliable light source.

Although it sounds a bit strange, Duan Xingchen, as a portable light source, is really convenient in this pitch-black place!

Even Duan Xingchen herself felt that the Holy Body's automatic glowing effect was useful under these circumstances, because with the help of her own light, she could easily penetrate the darkness and see things in the distance.

such as--

"That is..."

Duan Xingchen suddenly stopped and his gaze fell on a large door not far away.

Upon noticing that Duan Xingchen had stopped walking, Gu Wangjun put down the unknown bone he was holding and turned to Duan Xingchen: "What's wrong?"

"There's a door there..."

"Door?"

In a place like this, a door appears?

Gu Wangjun immediately sensed that something was wrong.

The place they were in should have been underground... He didn't think it was any interesting architecture to have a door here.

He immediately turned his gaze outwards, scanning the area around the dark red door.

After a week of sweeping, he found nothing particularly noteworthy, nor did he see any hidden formations or traps.

Duan Xingchen and Gu Wangjun exchanged a glance, and then Gu Wangjun, as the senior brother, made a decision.

"I'll go first."

He said a few words briefly, and without waiting for Duan Xingchen's reply, he walked towards the door.

Duan Xingchen hesitated for half a second, took a deep breath, and then followed Gu Wangjun's footsteps.

As it turns out, Duan Xingchen and Gu Wangjun's suspicions were somewhat unnecessary.

"This is... a tower?"

When the two arrived at the dark red door, they easily discerned parts of the building's appearance thanks to Duan Xingchen's own aura.

From this part of its appearance, it can be inferred that it appears to be a tower.

Its appearance is ordinary and unremarkable. Even the bricks that make up the tower are extremely ordinary bricks, as if the tower would collapse completely if any cultivator punched it.

Duan Xingchen and Gu Wangjun naturally did not believe that a completely ordinary tower would appear in the tomb of a half-immortal.

In other words—

The problem lies inside the tower.

Anyone with a brain can figure that out.

Then the problem is coming.

"What should we do? Should we go in?"

Duan Xingchen didn't feel he was in a position to give orders at this time, after all, Gu Wangjun was his senior brother in terms of seniority.

Gu Wangjun glanced at Duan Xingchen, a subtle, unspoken meaning flashing in his eyes.

He didn't answer, but instead asked, "What do you think, Junior Sister?"

"Huh? Me?"

Duan Xingchen was taken aback, never expecting that Gu Wangjun would care about her thoughts.

She paused, as if she had returned to the days when she was a saintess in the Holy Feather Sect.

"Currently, there doesn't seem to be any way to leave this place nearby. This tower looks very strange... From the perspective of the Half-Immortal Tomb Secret Realm, there might be something hidden inside, or it could be dangerous..."

"It seems like the only option now is to go in and take a look..."

"Ah."

Gu Wangjun nodded, "Then I'll listen to Junior Sister."

"Eh?!"

He smiled slightly, then placed his palms on the dark red door.

Duan Xingchen herself hadn't even made up her mind yet, and Gu Wangjun just said, "Listen to Junior Sister," and immediately started doing it?!

Before Duan Xingchen could react, he pushed hard—

crunch~

It emitted a rather ancient sound.

Without much hesitation, Gu Wangjun continued to walk ahead of Duan Xingchen, facing the darkness even though the light source was behind him.

The moment the two stepped into the tower!

boom!

The door behind me was suddenly slammed shut!

At the same time, several extremely complex high-level restrictive formations appeared prominently on the gate and the surrounding walls—

In the blink of an eye, a cage tower that imprisoned only two people was formed.

"This is..."

Duan Xingchen looked around in astonishment, and in the blink of an eye she realized that the restrictive formations were all ancient formations with a long history. She had only heard of each one, but had no idea how to solve it.

Gu Wangjun's expression was not as surprised as usual, remaining as honest and simple as ever: "It must be that we stepped on a trap or something. Judging from this, the tower doesn't want us to get out."

"What should we do then...?!"

A look of terror gradually appeared on the face of this former saintess. The thought that they were trapped here because of her decision made her feel somewhat sorry for King Gu.

However, Gu Wangjun acted as if nothing had happened, maintaining the same demeanor as usual, and even began to stroll around the bottom of the tower.

"There's not much I can do... I can't unravel the formation on this tower, and forcibly breaking it probably won't work either. I can only look around this area."

"I'm sorry..." Duan Xingchen lowered his head bitterly.

"There's nothing to apologize for. I just wanted to come in and take a look."

Gu Wangjun turned around and gave Duan Xingchen a silly, goofy smile.

It was at this moment that he seemed to realize something, and suddenly squatted down and picked up a piece of paper from the cold, damp ground.

To be precise, it is a painting.

No, to be more precise—

"Is this a corner of a painting?"

Gu Wangjun stared at the paper with the drawing in his hand, his expression seemingly a little strange.

Duan Xingchen also went closer, and the appearance of the light allowed her to see clearly what was printed on the incomplete scroll.

"Black...white...it looks a bit like the chest and chin area...what kind of armor is this on the chest? It looks so imposing."

Because the scroll was incomplete, Duan Xingchen couldn't tell what it was at all.

King Gu narrowed his eyes and remained silent for a while.

After a long while, staring at the incomplete painting, he suddenly blurted out a sentence.

"That chin...it looks kind of familiar."

"look familiar?!"

Duan Xingchen was shocked.

She could understand if someone looked familiar, if their figure looked familiar, or if their back looked familiar.

But what's with this "familiar chin" thing?!

Could it be that my senior brother usually recognizes people by their chins?

"Yes, he looks familiar, but I can't quite place him..."

Gu Wangjun chuckled foolishly, looking utterly dazed, just like a simple-minded country bumpkin.

Duan Xingchen: "..."

For a moment, she didn't know how to complain about her honest and simple senior brother.

tick-

It was at this moment that the atmosphere became quite awkward.

The awkward silence was suddenly broken by liquid falling from the top.

tick-

It landed at Duan Xingchen's feet.

She lowered her head and looked at the blood droplets at her feet, which were spreading outwards like blooming flower petals. Her expression suddenly turned serious.

At the same time, the ground beneath their feet began to tremble slightly, and blood began to seep out from the cracks in the floor tiles and the cracks in the walls.

"Senior Brother...this is—"

Duan Xingchen immediately huddled close to Gu Wangjun, warily observing their surroundings.

As the blood continued to flow, the scarlet liquid had already submerged Duan Xingchen's ankles, and she could even feel something gently stroking her heels.