Time Travel: Did My Sister-in-Law Get Slapped in the Face Today?

Soon after, he walked into a pile of rubble and found several remaining tombstones.

Before the mound with the strongest attraction, there are some words on the tombstone:

“The tomb of the thirteenth generation of the Ming Dynasty.”

The names are no longer legible, but Li Lang guesses that those buried here are likely descendants of the saints.

Moreover, it must have been very powerful, so that after many years, it was able to summon the remains of its ancestors on its own.

Li Lan observed carefully and, through his spiritual eye, he could vaguely see the extraordinary power waiting to be unleashed within the tomb. Once triggered, it could probably slay immortals!

"It seems that the direct descendants of the saints were buried here after they died."

Li Lan sighed softly and prepared to be buried here.

Using his spiritual eye, he chose a good location, dug a pit, opened the storage ring, and buried the bones of the Venerable One and the saints.

As the bones were laid to rest, Li Lan vaguely heard many sounds: excited shouts, a melancholy that seemed to transcend eternity, and the relief of a soul returning home...

The grave mound was newly built, and Li Lan used a handful of soil as incense.

Just as he was offering sacrifices to the saints, a voice suddenly rang out:

"Where did that old geezer bury his things? If you dare to lie to me again, I'll wipe out your entire village!"

Li Lan turned his head and released his divine sense. He saw a group of people rushing over. A group of ordinary-looking villagers were being driven by more than a dozen cultivators riding exotic spirit horses toward the cemetery.

Li Lan frowned slightly, quickly found a place to hide and remained still, concealing his aura.

"Is this your ancestral land? Are the bones of that great immortal buried here?"

Upon reaching the tomb, a gaunt, middle-aged cultivator who was the leader of the group spoke in a cold voice.

These monks were all dressed in light black uniforms, with a small "朱" character embroidered in gold thread on the cuffs.

"Our ancestors' remains have been buried for many years. We have nothing left for you, sir. Please, spare us..."

An elderly man among the villagers pleaded.

"Old man, enough nonsense, tell me, is the thirteenth generation successor of the Mingzun, the last great immortal of your Ming Court, really buried here?"

The gaunt man spoke coldly.

The old man was unwilling to speak, but the gaunt man coldly said, "Bring his granddaughter up!"

A young girl was brought forward. She was dressed in simple clothes, and although she was an ordinary person, she was extremely beautiful. Her eyes were as clear as autumn water. She pursed her lips and said stubbornly:

"Grandpa, don't tell them..."

"court death!"

The gaunt man slapped the girl hard across the face, leaving a bright red handprint on her fair cheek. He said coldly:

"If I don't teach you a lesson, do you really think I, Zhu Wuquan, am all that hot?"

As he spoke, he suddenly ripped off the girl's outer garment. With a tearing sound, the girl's snow-white arms and her close-fitting undergarments were revealed. She was terrified!

"Old man, if you don't talk, I'll make your granddaughter a whore for all men right here, right in front of your ancestors, hahahaha..."

He spoke loudly.

"Clear!"

The villagers' eyes were all red with anger, but no matter how furious they were, they could not break free from the cultivator's control.

"The Zhu family was once subordinate to the Ming court. Do they really not care about any past ties at all?!"

The old man couldn't hold back any longer and finally spoke.

"Ming Zilou, you finally admit that you are descendants of Mingzun, hehe..."

Zhu Wuquan sneered, "Let me tell you, even if you don't talk today, I'll dig this whole place up. And I'm going to enjoy your granddaughter too!"

The old man known as Mingzilou was utterly despondent. They had lived in anonymity for so many years, never expecting to be found by the Zhu family, who had once served under the Ming court...

In the shadows, Li Lan finally understood the situation, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes!

The saints went to war for the entire immortal realm, only to be betrayed and their souls could not return to their homeland. Even their descendants have fallen to this state!

Even after hiding his identity and becoming an ordinary person, he was still not let go!

If the saints in the afterlife knew this, how heartbroken they would be.

He activated his spiritual eye and could tell that Zhu Wuquan was the strongest among the group of cultivators, around the mid-stage of Core Formation, while the others were generally at the Foundation Establishment or Qi Refining level eight or nine.