The whole world is cultivating qi, only I am cultivating the body

"Is that so? I thought you human cultivators could do the same as us monsters. Even if you are distracted, you still have the fighting instinct in you." The fox-like monster in front of him was a little annoyed.

Seeing that there were no corpses of any cultivators in the place where it was, Zeng Wenyu guessed that the first cultivator it encountered should be himself, and it did not have any outstanding battle records.

"By the way, what kind of monster are you? You're not really just a little fox, are you?"

"You are the fox! Your whole family are foxes! I am a marten! A phantom marten!"

Phantom marten? Zeng Wenyu had seen this kind of monster in a very old book hidden in the Sui Xin Sect. It was good at creating illusions that were real, but the fighting power of the young monster was not strong. Because its fur was like snow, it was loved by many nobles. It was hunted to extinction by monks hundreds of years ago. He didn't expect to encounter one in this empty tomb.

The Phantom Marten in front of him seemed to have not grown to maturity. According to records, a mature Phantom Marten is a top-grade spiritual beast. The illusions it creates are extremely real, and can even make a Tribulation Realm cultivator with powerful spiritual awareness sink into it. However, even Zeng Wenyu, a cultivator without spiritual awareness and still practicing body cultivation, could see the flaws in the illusion created by the Phantom Marten in front of him. It was at most in the early stages of growth.

Looking at the phantom marten in front of him, Zeng Wenyu kindly reminded: "I advise you not to come out. There are many cultivators with powerful magic weapons among the cultivators who came in this time. With your illusion that even I can see the flaws... it's better not to come out. After all, it is recorded in human books that the fur of the phantom marten is highly valued. If you are caught by other cultivators, you will most likely be killed and skinned."

The Phantom Marten did not expect Zeng Wenyu to say this. Moreover, it had been in this empty tomb since it was born, and it only knew from other monsters how cunning human monks could be: "Are you telling the truth? Doesn't that mean that my brothers and sisters will also be attacked by you human monks? Wait... why should I believe you? You are not trying to trick me into taking you to my brothers and sisters, are you?"

"Uh..." Looking at the Phantom Marten who was still full of hostility towards him, Zeng Wenyu took out the jade token given to him by Elder Long from his storage bag, "Do you recognize this jade token?"

The Phantom Marten looked at the jade token in Zeng Wenyu's hand cautiously. There was a coiled dragon on the jade token, and the aura of the old dragon was very strong. The pressure from the jade token alone made it want to surrender.

Just as the Phantom Marten in front of him was about to bow his head in submission, a larger Phantom Marten walked out from behind it: "Xiao Huan, what are you doing?! Didn't I tell you to hide? How could you run out without permission?"

The words of the larger Phantom Marten made the Phantom Marten called Xiaohuan tremble. It woke up from the pressure of the jade token and looked at the Phantom Marten behind it with some fear: "Dad... I... I just want to do my part for the tribe..."

"Success?"

"Failed……"

The larger Phantom Mink shook his head helplessly. It walked in front of Xiao Huan and blocked Xiao Huan behind it: "My fellow Taoist, can you come closer so that I can see the jade token in your hand?"

Unlike Xiao Huan, this phantom marten seems to have only the strength of the peak infant realm because of the empty tomb, but the pressure it brings to Zeng Wenyu is no less than the pressure that the happy old man gave to Zeng Wenyu before.

Zeng Wenyu did not dare to approach the phantom marten. Before coming here, Old Long had reminded him that the tomb-guarding beasts here have been breeding for countless generations. They may no longer be the loyal tomb-guarding beasts of the past. Even humans will have evil thoughts when faced with endless treasures. Although the monsters are loyal, they will not always change their minds.

The Huanling Diao who came later saw Zeng Wenyu's fear and said, "If you don't believe me, you can put the jade token on the ground and I will go over to check it. Or, since you didn't hurt Xiao Huan, you can just leave. I promise I won't hurt you in the slightest."

After thinking about it, Zeng Wenyu did not leave. He put the jade token on the ground and stepped back for a distance. He was not afraid that the Phantom Marten would take the jade token away. After all, the jade token was given to him by Old Long. Without Old Long's consent, no monster could take the jade token away, unless the monster's cultivation was higher than Old Long's.

After Zeng Wenyu stood still and stopped retreating, the large Phantom Marten walked towards the jade token. It looked at the jade token carefully, feeling the aura and pressure on it: "Sure enough! I felt the aura of the Demon Emperor just before I came over. This jade token is indeed from the Demon Emperor! Fellow Daoist, where did you get this jade token?"

"This was handed to me personally by Elder Long."

"What? The Demon Emperor is still alive? That's great!" Hearing Zeng Wenyu's words, the Phantom Mink was very excited, but it was also a little skeptical, "Fellow Daoist, can you tell me where you met the Demon Emperor?"

Seeing that Huanling Diao's excitement did not seem fake, Zeng Wenyu told Huanling Diao about his previous meeting with Old Long, and Huanling Diao became even more excited after hearing Zeng Wenyu's words.

"As expected, I said that what those tribes said about the Demon Emperor's death was false! They just don't want to listen to the Demon Emperor anymore and guard this empty tomb!" Huanling Marten said this and looked at Zeng Wenyu, "Fellow Daoist, my name is Huanxin, and I am the leader of this generation of the tomb-guarding Huanling Marten tribe. Thank you for telling me that the Demon Emperor is still alive. If you need anything, just tell me, and my Huanling Marten tribe will do its best to satisfy you."

"Dad, we have always been excluded by other grave-guarding beast tribes. It's nothing..."

"Shut up, Xiaohuan!"

Being scolded by Huanxin, Xiao Huan lowered his voice in grievance: "That's how it is..."

"What do you need? I don't need anything... If it's convenient, could Chief Huanxin help me find someone?"

"Fellow Daoist, are you looking for someone? Tell me who you are looking for. Although my Phantom Marten clan has been ostracized, we are still one of the tomb-guarding beasts. Many places need the cooperation of my Phantom Marten clan. It is not difficult to find someone."

"A female monk named Bai Jie. I hope that Patriarch Huanxin will not harm her after finding her. If possible, help her."

"No problem, it's a very simple thing, but fellow Daoist, don't you have anything you want? Although this is just an empty tomb built by the Demon Emperor, there are still many good things. As long as it doesn't touch the root, I can help you get one or two."