Tomb Raiders: After the Nine Gates Ancestor, they let loose and did whatever they wanted!

At night, the moonlight shines on the ancestral halls along the Baoshan mountain range, enveloping them in a layer of silver gauze.

This ancestral hall is simple and elegant, with flying eaves and bracket sets, exuding a solemn and dignified atmosphere, and is spotless.

"Come in... Everyone, please greet my elders and tell them that Wei Wuxian is doing well..."

Wei Wuxian's tone was solemn and filled with filial piety; it was unclear whether he was speaking to himself or to someone else.

As he pushed open the door, the smile on his handsome face lost some of its sincerity, and the corners of his mouth turned down again.

The forced smiles were replaced by deep longing.

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Inside the ancestral hall, the lights were bright and the candlelight flickered. Pure white magnolias adorned the walls, and the simple gauze curtains replaced the plain white silk.

To lighten the somber atmosphere of the surrounding incense and shrines, everyone stood solemnly in the center of the ancestral hall, gazing at the memorial tablets on the altars.

Below it, correspondingly, lies a dimly lit soul lamp, like a forgotten star.

At the very top, Wei Wuxian enshrined a memorial tablet for Baoshan Sanren, a prayer for blessings, resembling a solemn temple.

The Soul Lamp was chosen by Wei Wuxian after much deliberation and searching through the system shop, referencing examples from the cultivation world.

Although the spiritual energy in this world is insufficient, Wei Wuxian always strives to do his best!

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The little sun, radiating intense light, spread and reflected its rays, transforming into an inextinguishable star that illuminated this small world.

[A friendly reminder from Lingwu: The "Soul Lamp" is described in the system shop as belonging to the leader of a certain cultivation world.]

It is like a mirror, reflecting the disciples' state of being.

They're there to lend a helping hand in case of an accident! Perhaps Wei Wuxian also wants to make up for Baoshan Sanren's regrets…

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It's a bit of a waste for Wei Wuxian to buy this place and put it in this world where spiritual energy is depleted, but you can't buy someone's willingness to do it, right?

Undeniably, a flower was planted in the desert. Despite the harsh environment, his heart was as warm as a spring breeze, which is truly rare.

Envy the child, who uses his own spiritual energy and secret techniques to nourish the child, as if bound by kinship and recognition.

The soul lamp can be lit and symbolizes the blessings of loved ones; if it is dim, it means the person has passed away, and it can be used to express grief...

For several days, Xianzai'er has been kneading a white magnolia before falling asleep, and recently she has been persistently trying to subconsciously remind herself of this every day before closing her eyes.

As the saying goes, what you think about during the day, you dream about at night. Finally, I dreamt of my beloved grandmaster, Baoshan Sanren! ↗

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Envious baby: Even in dreams, she bows and greets people properly. I even begged her to ask if she agreed.

According to the master's understanding, would the grandmaster, who had never met the grandmaster, Daoist Yanling, and the junior uncle, Xiaoxingchen, whom he had only met once, agree to his junior uncle's filial piety?

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Finally, she nodded in agreement on behalf of her disciple, and even praised Wei Wuxian as a filial and good child.

Distance is not a problem, the sentiment is what matters most! ↗

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Apart from Baoshan Sanren, who has returned to the world with his sword, the entire Baoshan lineage has perished.

Their spirit lamps have all been extinguished, lying quietly in the ancestral hall, like abandoned stars, dim and without light.

Each soul lamp is not merely a symbol, but also a bond.

They connect the last kinship ties among the relatives of the Baoshan lineage, allowing them to feel the blessings of their loved ones even in death.

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Looking at the extinguished soul lamps, Wei Wuxian felt a surge of sorrow and irony. He had personally orchestrated everything.

But suddenly I felt a deep sense of sorrow; the disciples of the Baoshan lineage must have received a soul-pacifying ceremony.

He could only console himself with the thought: "He fought against evil and helped the weak in his lifetime, and now finally someone is paying tribute to him so he can rest in peace..."

The soul lamp belonging to Baoshan Sanren emitted a cool and gentle light, warm and comforting, yet its shadowy form was filled with sorrow.

Within the small confines of the ancestral hall, in a world beyond, where life and death are separated...

A single, interconnected soul lamp, unfettered, protects the children of Baoshan Sanren.

The memorial tablets of Wei Wuxian's parents were displayed in front of everyone from top to bottom.

The memorial tablet for that highly respected elder, along with the inscriptions of my past time and age, were all carved by Xianxian's own hands.

"The position of Grandmaster Baoshan Sanren"

The memorial tablet of my late teacher, Daoist Bo Yanling.

"Memorial Tablet for the Late Mother, Zangse Sanren"

The memorial tablet for my late father, Wei Changze, is placed together.

Then there is the memorial tablet for my late martial uncle, Xiao Xingchen.

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What Wei Wuxian didn't mention was that there was another item he had carved himself in a hidden compartment in the ancestral hall.

He left the position of "Wei Ying, the Yiling Patriarch" and a soul lamp to his future disciple.

Envy, who is completely unaware of her own charm as a beautiful, strong, and tragic woman, sincerely says: It's not exactly outrageous... right?

How can I, Wei Ying, not have died once?

With the Yiling Patriarch's terrible reputation and popularity, whom everyone wanted to kill and eliminate, it was impossible for him to even have a monument or memorial tablet erected in his honor.

Nobody even burns paper money... After it turns to ashes, you have to spit on it to ward off bad luck.

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Wei Wuxian's bizarre thought—that burning paper money wouldn't even get him any—was truly a death devoid of any real experience.

They thought that since there was no soul-pacification ceremony before, there is no more now. Suddenly, they realized that a hundred years from now, they might all be reduced to fighting for money with wandering ghosts!

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Although Wei Wuxian himself firmly believed in the life motto of "not caring about what happens after death, living each day to the fullest,"

But you can't do without money. Even if you're the fastest at robbing people, it's still too tragic. You have to take precautions!

Everyone: ...Ah Xian~ What are you thinking?

Isn't it a bit beneath Yiling Laozu to rob a wild ghost of money?

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Envy: This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

Hurry up and prepare something for my unemployed little apprentice. See how considerate I am as his master?

It's definitely not because I'm worried about the quality of my apprentices' work in the future, or that it won't match the formations of the other elders! ↗

...Hahahaha (?w?) Hahahaha...

Little Jieyuchen: Master, is there any possibility that I might not outlive you...?

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Pipi Xian: That makes things even easier~↗ Your Uncle Wen Ning didn't have such good conditions back then, blah blah blah…

Master's skill is evident from the first touch; his miraculous healing touch is incredibly rare!

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Xianzai'er felt that she was living a good life and that it wasn't right for her family and friends to worship her; they might even have unfounded worries.

And with that little brat making such a fuss, they're even shooting themselves in the foot by urgently trying to justify their perceived emphasis on safety! ↗

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The others knew why the Baoshan lineage had declined in number, but Black Glasses and Little Zhang Qiling were learning the inside story for the first time.

As they listened to Wei Wuxian's words and looked at the two rows of soul lamps and the ancestral hall's furnishings, which contrasted the characteristics of various dynasties yet still felt slightly out of place, they understood...

Black Glasses and Xiao Zhang Qiling exchanged a glance, both of them adopting solemn expressions.

Wei Wuxian turned and walked towards the memorial tablet, his steps slow and heavy. He looked up and stared at it for a moment…

Silently, he flicked the incense sticks over the candle flame, lit them, bowed three times, and then solemnly offered his prayers to each person with the incense sticks.

"Disciple Wei Ying greets Grandmaster, Grand Master Uncle, Mother, Father, and Junior Uncle."

The smoke curled upwards, its delicate fragrance filling the air, the tear-inducing mist obscuring the glint of envy in her eyes and the bitter smile on her lips.

Concealing a barely perceptible tremor, the disciple offered the first incense stick, solemnly inserting it into the sacrificial cauldron, and then made way for the other disciple.

The candlelight flickered, and Wei Wuxian ignored the tightening in his heart, thinking to himself, "These candles are really irritating to the eyes; I'll get the little one to give me a bad review later~↘"

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The tearful mist obscured the glint of envy in his eyes, and it vanished in the blink of an eye.

Ru Yu's face was expressionless, but her eyes revealed a firmness.

Kui Xing, Feng Che, Xu Zhu, and Qian Heng stepped forward, their four voices overlapping after their names, and offered incense one by one.

"Believers and Kui Xing greet you, senior."

"Feng Che, a believer, greets senior."

"Xinshi Xuzhu greets senior."

"Xinshi Qianheng greets senior."

Zhiyun, Zhisheng, Jinyan, and Yanling stepped forward and, as before, offered incense one by one.

“I, Xinshi Zhiyun, greet you, senior.”

"Xinshi Zhisheng greets senior."

"Believer Jin Yan greets Senior."

"Believer Yan Ling greets senior."

As for why they are called believers, it is because the recognition of the Baoshan lineage is extremely strict!

Little Star and the others followed Wei Wuxian and knew the inside story. As family members, they were either disciples or believers!

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Following the order, it's naturally Xiao Zhang Qiling and Hei Yanjing offering incense.

"Greetings, senior." The customary three bows are sufficient; this blind man from the south and mute man from the north must be familiar with each other!