From Under One Person: Sincere Journey Through the Heavens

# Chapter 1102 Wuxia Coffin Mountain (Part Two) Nine Deaths Shocking the Tomb Armor

Knowing they were from the same hometown, the middle-aged shopkeeper beamed with joy. He quickly stepped out from behind the counter, took Shi Jian's hand, and asked the woman to lead the way. He then led the two to the back room, opened a hidden compartment, and revealed a dark opening.

It was a basement!

Qianhe Daoist was surprised, thinking to himself that this middle-aged shopkeeper must be doing shady business, but he remained calm and followed Shi Jian down to the basement.

The room was small, and under the light of a candle lit by the middle-aged shopkeeper, all sorts of "treasures" were displayed in front of the two.

The wall was covered with a variety of hidden weapons, including sleeve darts, throwing knives, and several fine crossbows—things that were forbidden for private possession!

Even in today's unstable world, few people secretly possess crossbows, let alone trade them in secret... Even members of the Tang Clan dare not touch long-range weapons like bows and crossbows.

When Daoist Qianhe saw these things, he was astonished:

This middle-aged shopkeeper is hardly someone who sells honey.

They are clearly the craftsmen of "Honeycomb Mountain"!

He didn't know how to say the "mountain scripture" of Qingxi Village, but he knew that every industry had its secret codes.

Just like Fengwo Mountain, which is a place that specializes in making hidden weapons, such things have been banned by successive dynasties, but there is still a market for them.

Throughout history, there have been far more ordinary people who dared to risk their lives than skilled individuals in the martial arts world! After all, these extraordinary individuals possess strong lives and diverse abilities, and can handle most dangers without relying on such strange and ingenious techniques!

of course.

It's mainly those who cultivate Qi, especially disciples from major sects, who are mostly arrogant and look down on such external things.

Currently, the Confucian Society is the only exception. They cultivate themselves while also researching science and technology. In fact, all the extraordinary individuals in the All-Knowing Department under the Confucian Society are carrying pistols.

now.

Shi Jian took a fancy to a long whip hanging on the wall. It was pitch black with many fine, dark red spikes attached to it. He said, "I want this whip."

"okay."

The middle-aged shopkeeper happily accepted the money, took off the long whip, and handed it to Shi Jian.

Daoist Qianhe also examined the long whip, noticing a bluish hue, like copper. But how could copper be made into a whip? He asked, "Senior brother, what material is this whip made of?"

"Nine Deaths Terrifying Armor".

After Shi Jian finished speaking, he explained the origin of the Nine Deaths Shocking Tomb Armor. It was made by mixing bronze artifacts from the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties with the flesh and blood of slaves and the roots and stems of the Nine Deaths Resurrection Grass, burying them underground to absorb the earth's energy from the dragon veins, and eventually transforming them into a deadly plant that was half metal and half flesh.

Therefore.

This Nine Deaths Terrifying Armor is both a magic technique and an object; it is a plant with metallic properties, or a metal with plant properties.

No one knows the specifics, but this "metal and wood in one" nature makes it a naturally occurring magical artifact! Because it possesses the properties of plants, its interior naturally forms textures similar to those of plants. When nurtured with Qi, it can save a lot of effort!

Ordinary people, like those from Beehive Mountain, would search for this Nine Deaths Terrifying Armor, but because of its tough texture and difficulty in polishing, they could only use it as a whip.

However, if a supernatural being were to obtain it and nurture it, they could use it as easily as an extension of their own arm, and even unleash the true power of the Nine Deaths Terrifying Armor—

"What is its real purpose?"

Daoist Qianhe inquired.

"Once someone is lashed with a whip, their Qi channels can be sealed, preventing them from circulating their Qi again," Shi Jian said dismissively, explaining the function of the Nine Deaths Terrifying Armor.

[Seal off the energy channels!]

Daoist Qianhe was startled and had already made up his mind to place several Qi-regulating talismans at the three Dan and three Guan points of his Qi circulation, so as not to fall into the trap of this senior brother later.

"Hey, you Taoists like this kind of thing, but you look down on other hidden weapons."

The middle-aged shopkeeper, unfamiliar with the ways of cultivation, sighed, then changed the subject with a chuckle, "Actually, you're not proper Taoist priests, are you?"

We're going to explore that ancient tomb of the Earth Immortal, aren't we?

The ancient tomb of the Earth Immortal?

Daoist Qianhe narrowed his eyes, realizing that this might be Shi Jian's true purpose.

"Why don't we take her with us?"

Before Qianhe could ask about the world, the middle-aged shopkeeper pulled the woman over and said to Shi Jian, "You may really be from Qingxi Village, but I have never seen you in the town. I suppose you left when you were young and are not very familiar with the Wuxia Mountains. It would be good to have a guide."

"She's not your daughter?"

Although he had not actually entered Wushan, just by looking at the misty mountains, Daoist Qianhe knew that the place his senior brother was going to must be extremely dangerous.

Why did the middle-aged shopkeeper allow this woman to follow him?

Could it be that there were other coded messages he hadn't figured out mixed in with that conversation about "mountain scriptures"?

"No."

The middle-aged shopkeeper shook his head. "She's a distant relative of mine. Her family didn't want her and abandoned her to me when she was little. Although she's sensible, she doesn't know how to do business..."

Now that I've met you all, I'll accompany you into the mountains to test my courage, so that this old bachelor can pass this shop on to her in the future."

"But it's dangerous in the mountains."

Daoist Qianhe frowned deeply.

“It’s dangerous for you, but it’s easy for the people of Qingxi Town to walk.”

The middle-aged shopkeeper didn't seem to care, and then said to the woman who looked panicked but dared not say anything, "And you, I can't always support you, can I?"

In an instant.

Both Qianhe Daoren and Shi Jian understood the second meaning behind the shopkeeper's words.

It doesn't matter if I die in the mountains.

Without him.

The world is in chaos. Although this town is prosperous, it is only relatively poor compared to other villages.

The business of this general store can only be described as dismal.

Furthermore.

Qianhe Daoren then recalled that the shopkeeper claimed to have raised the woman and that he was still a bachelor... He guessed that he was blaming the woman for his inability to find a wife.

So he agreed.

His main motivation wasn't finding a guide, but rather feeling sorry for the woman and a sense of pity. Besides, among his fellow disciples, he was the only one in his forties or fifties who hadn't yet taken on any apprentices, and he planned to do so so as not to "hold back" his fellow disciples in Maoshan.

"What's your name?"

After leaving the general store, Daoist Qianhe asked the anxious woman beside him.

"Taoist Master, you can just call me Bao Mei'er." The woman called her Bao Mei'er, her eyes filled with sadness, but she tried her best to hide her tears and dared not speak loudly.

Bao Mei'er wasn't stupid; she knew that the middle-aged shopkeeper disliked her because she was a burden, which was why he couldn't find a wife and had to rely on herself.

But besides washing clothes and cooking, she had no other skills. She wanted to learn how to make concealed weapons, but the middle-aged shopkeeper said it was a male-only skill and refused to teach her…

Today, she was more like she was "given" to Daoist Qianhe in a roundabout way. She understood that the thin Daoist in front of her was her "new master", so she dared not be negligent in the slightest.

Seeing her so timid, Daoist Qianhe was at a loss for words and could only say, "Don't cry, don't cry. I see that you have a bright future and are a good candidate for cultivation. Why don't you become my disciple?"

# Chapter 1103 Wuxia Coffin Mountain (Part 3) King Wuyang

Leaving aside the fact that Daoist Qianhe had taken on a female disciple, Zhang Zhiwei, who had been secretly following them, was outside the general store earlier. However, due to the unfinished incantation he had performed, his body was filled with light and thunder, making his eyesight and hearing exceptional. Upon hearing the phrase "earthly immortal's ancient tomb," he thought to himself, "What earthly immortal's ancient tomb is there in Wuxia Coffin Mountain? How is an earthly immortal related to an ancient tomb? It seems that the practitioners in this place where witchcraft is prevalent have misunderstood the Daoist scriptures..."

Although he thought this way, Zhang Zhiwei was also certain that Shi Jian's visit must be related to the ancient tomb of the Earth Immortal. Seeing that the three of them were still buying supplies in the town, he also mingled into the market. He went to a stall selling masks, grabbed a pig's head mask at random, and asked the stall owner, "How much is this mask?"

"One silver dollar."

"That's what the stall owner said."

"I go!"

Zhang Zhiwei took off his mask and scolded, "Is your mask made of gold or silver? It's so expensive!"

"You can bargain."

The stall owner, however, spoke slowly and deliberately.

"One point, no more than that."

Zhang Zhiwei countered.

The current currency units are yuan, jiao, fen, and li, which are decimal. One silver dollar is one yuan, and one yuan can now buy thirty catties of rice.

"make a deal."

Oh no! We reported too many!

Judging from the vendor's level of joy, the mask's counterfeiting is probably no more than two cents.

Zhang Zhiwei cursed the "shady merchant" under his breath, but could only take out a penny and hand it to the stall owner.

The stall owner's face beamed like a blooming chrysanthemum as he carefully put the penny into his pocket and then told Zhang Zhiwei the story behind the mask.

Do you know who this mask belongs to?

"It's Pigsy, isn't it?"

Zhang Zhiwei glanced at the stall owner, put on the mask, and casually replied that he was going to buy another set of clothes and a hat to disguise his identity and prepare to infiltrate Shi Jian and Qian He's group later.

After all, with Bao Mei'er added to the group, Zhang Zhiwei had to prevent her from causing problems later due to Shi Jian's schemes.

"It's not Pigsy, it's the Black Sheep King!"

"Isn't it a pig? Why is it called a black sheep?"

"This is our local dialect; black pigs are called 'black sheep'."

The stall owner, with a serious expression, began to tell Zhang Zhiwei the legend of the Black Sheep King, "Have you heard the legend of Yu the Great controlling the floods?"

He was in charge of managing the Yellow River.

The Yangtze River is also being managed.

That was the King of Black Sheep.

Therefore, we have a proverb here that goes: