This immortal was clearly ordinary, yet he was unusually confident.

"You can't save them, so just stay put!"

With a gentle wave of her hand, Qinghe pushed Mo Gang against the wall by an invisible force.

Mo Gang watched as his companions turned into monsters one by one, his eyes bloodshot but helpless. He never expected things to turn out this way.

Besides Mo Gang, only a few cultivators who had not mutated remained at the scene. For cultivators, those gold and silver treasures did not hold much appeal, so none of them touched them.

As for Mo Gang and Wu Qiling, they were able to escape unscathed because they had subordinates to handle these matters.

Besides Qingmu and his fellow disciples Ziying, there were two other cultivators present: a short, stout old man and a burly middle-aged man, though both were slightly less powerful than Lingdang Zhenren.

Despite this unexpected turn of events, they remained calm. The middle-aged man, who seemed to be practicing a body-cultivating technique, casually swung his giant axe, cleaving the monster that lunged at him in two.

The short, stout old man chanted incantations, summoning fireballs that instantly ignited any monsters struck by them, turning them into charred remains in no time.

The Bell Master then actually took out a bell and emitted a sound wave-like attack, causing all the monsters that approached him to die from ruptured blood vessels.

Aoki and Ziying each faced off against a ferocious beast, but with their cultivation levels, the lion and tiger fell to the ground in just a few moves.

As for Old Cai, he quietly retreated to a corner, ostensibly to protect Mo Gang, but he never made a move from beginning to end.

Faced with Qinghe's disdainful gaze, he could only give an awkward smile.

Soon, all the monsters in the tomb were cleared out.

Aoki reached out and slowly put away the five-colored bell. Although Elder Cai and Bell Master were extremely envious, they dared not show the slightest dissatisfaction.

Judging from his actions just now, this Taoist Master Qingmu possesses profound magical power, placing him on a completely different level from them.

"Junior Huo Lingzi greets the two seniors!"

"Junior Kuangfu greets the two seniors!"

The short, stout old man and the middle-aged man walked over and bowed to Aoki and Ziying respectively.

Ziying smiled and waved her hand, saying, "No need for formalities."

Aoki nodded slightly.

While everyone was fighting, the two stone coffins opened automatically, revealing the secret passage once again.

Seeing the corpses scattered all over the ground, Ziying sighed silently and took the lead into a secret passage. Qinghe and the others quickly followed.

As soon as they passed through the secret passage, they heard a familiar voice:

"You are here."

Everyone was slightly surprised to see Zheng Zhuang and Wu Qiling standing in the center of the tomb chamber, not expecting that someone else had arrived before them.

Mo Gang and Wu Qiling exchanged a glance and both shook their heads bitterly.

This tomb chamber did not contain a stone coffin; instead, there was a round platform about half a person's height, with dense patterns covering its sides, giving it an indescribable sense of mystery.

A young man lay sleeping peacefully on the round platform. He was dressed in a yellow robe, handsome, and had a pale purple "king" character on his forehead.

"Who is he?" Qinghe asked in surprise.

"He should be that Lion-Tiger King. But I guessed right. He was originally just a mortal. He was able to transform into a lion-tiger by fusing demonic power through some means."

Zheng Zhuang looked at the round platform in front of him with great interest. Ye Fu had once said that he had fused with demonic power at an altar, and the so-called altar was, unsurprisingly, this round platform in front of him.

"How dare you speak like that? How dare you refer to yourself as 'this one' in front of a senior?"

Before anyone could speak, Old Cai suddenly jumped out, pointed at Zhengzhuang, and shouted loudly.

For a rogue cultivator like Elder Cai, the Divine Sword Sect was an unimaginable behemoth. If he could curry favor with such a powerful figure, his future would be limitless. Therefore, he seized the opportunity to prove himself.

Zheng Zhuang was taken aback. He hadn't even bothered the old man yet, but the old man had already come over.

"I don't like being pointed at. You're better off without this hand."

As soon as Zheng Zhuang finished speaking, Cai Lao's arm fell down uncontrollably, and then he lost all feeling in it.

"My hand... What have you done?" Old Cai panicked immediately, then realized what he had done and quickly apologized, "Ah, senior, I was wrong..."

"By the way, I don't like what you're saying either, so let's not say it anymore," Zheng Zhuang said expressionlessly.

Old Cai was terrified, his forehead was covered in cold sweat, but he couldn't utter another word no matter what.

This bizarre scene stunned everyone. Ziying and Qingmu both showed solemn expressions, because they had never discovered how Zheng Zhuang made his move.

But that's precisely why it's even more daunting.

"I misjudged you. Fellow Daoist, you are truly a hidden master. May I ask which sect you belong to? Could you be a disciple of the Qingtian Sect?" Zi Ying chuckled.

"No need for further probing, I've already made my move. Did you see it clearly?" Zheng Zhuang smiled slightly.

Ziying was somewhat confused and didn't immediately understand what it meant.

But at that moment, a figure emerged from the shadows.

"Fellow Daoist is quite skilled, seeing through my concealment technique so easily."

This is a woman with a voluptuous figure, wearing a long black dress with a high slit, revealing her two long, fair legs. Her slender waist makes her already impressive bust appear even more magnificent.

Her face was alluring, and her captivating eyes, which seemed to furrow but were not, were even more mesmerizing.

Even the usually stern Aoki couldn't help but swallow hard, Ziying looked infatuated, and even Qinghe, who was also a woman, couldn't take her eyes off him. As for the others, they were even more infatuated.

"You do have some looks, but compared to my unparalleled beauty, you are far from it. So don't waste your time. Your charms are useless against me."

Zheng Zhuang gently smoothed his hair, thinking that he might want to study this kind of magic. It would be a waste not to make good use of his good looks.

However, he quickly dismissed the idea; he couldn't bear to imagine what would happen if a man fell under his charm spell.

"Fellow Daoist, you're quite the joker."

The woman smiled awkwardly, and seeing that her charm technique was useless, she could only helplessly put it away.

As for Zheng Zhuang's talk of unparalleled beauty, she only thought that the other party was mocking her.

Zi Ying came back to his senses in a daze, feeling a wave of fear. That bewitching technique was really powerful. Even if this woman had asked him to die, he probably wouldn't have even frowned. Moreover, her cultivation was as deep as the ocean, far beyond his own. She was probably a master of the Golden Core stage.

Then he heard Zheng Zhuang's cold voice:

"I have no time for jokes. Who are you? What is your purpose in turning mortals into these inhuman monsters?"

Zi Ying was startled. Who was this person? How dare he speak to a Golden Core stage senior like that? Even in the entire cultivation world, the Golden Core stage was considered a true master.

Then he noticed that the woman opposite him didn't seem to care at all, and instead chuckled and said:

"This is a long story..."