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

Just as Wei Wuxian had predicted, the fragments of meteorite copper from deep within the mine were successfully brought back.

"It" took the confrontational approach, using the meteorite to strengthen the evil spirits. Wei Wuxian, however, directly manipulated the vengeful spirits' energy, transforming them into allies and perfectly merging with them—the plan worked! ↗

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They had no physical form, yet they moved with ease through the mine's intricate mechanisms, leaving a trail of eerie winds in their wake.

The wailing sound, accompanied by the flute playing the melody of Chen Qing, creates a harmonious and vivid portrayal of what a ghost story is like! ↗

They effortlessly traversed walls and floors, forging ahead and overcoming one physical obstacle after another. They left as quietly as they had come, waving their sleeves without leaving a trace. Even the mechanisms previously destroyed by Zhang Qishan and his group remained exactly as they were.

Finally, under Chen Qing's control, the wisps of ghostly energy seemed to come alive, effortlessly finding the location of the meteorite. Visible black energy clung to the meteorite, radiating outwards bit by bit.

If left unchecked, those hair-thin carnivorous bacteria might even develop sentience. After all, they now know to seek advantage and avoid harm, and they all lie obediently on the ground, not daring to cause any trouble...

They tightly surrounded the meteorite and, working together, dragged it back. Wei Wuxian effortlessly retrieved the meteorite fragments once more.

These ghostly creatures, like children showing off their treasures, frolicked around Wei Wuxian, their appearance resembling that of a child eagerly seeking praise from an adult, seemingly anticipating Wei Wuxian's commendation.

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Wei Wuxian patted them down, fed them two drops of blood as a reward, and incidentally boosted their combat power.

Speaking of which, ever since his new body acquired the Vermilion Bird bloodline and he regained his swordsmanship, Wei Wuxian was always afraid that he would burn the ghosts to death when he fed them with his blood. After a series of experiments...

Whether the blood lost contains the power of the bloodline is entirely up to Wei Wuxian's will. He tailored the Vermilion Bird bloodline for Wei Wuxian, who cultivates the demonic path in his soul and the sword path in his body. How thoughtful!

He: Hey hey hey! I gave you the Vermilion Bird bloodline! Praise me! Praise me now!

Although he's not very good at things outside, he can still pull some strings and get special treatment on his own turf.

Go for it, Wei Wuxian! My life depends on you! ↗

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[Ding dong! Congratulations to Wei Wuxian for completing the hidden daily task - collect all the meteorite fragments from the Nine Gates era. Reward: a mysterious scroll.]

If the meteorite is successfully destroyed, three additional spirit veins will be awarded! Ling Wu's childlike voice also held a hint of surprise.

"Snatch the young master! Three stripes?!"

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Wei Wuxian, who had just switched to his Yiling Patriarch persona and was acting all cool, arrogant, and awesome, instantly crumbled upon hearing this announcement. His eyes lit up, and his voice even changed tone.

Three spiritual veins are something that any immortal sect with a little strength in the cultivation world can offer. After all, a place to settle down must have spiritual veins, which helps to gather spiritual energy and is conducive to cultivation. A family that can maintain and develop well must have some level of strength.

Large families don't value these scattered resources; they naturally have their own methods.

When Wei Wuxian first acquired the Hidden Life Vein, he did consider buying a few spiritual veins from the system shop to fill it with. After all, in this era of declining Dharma, even fairies would shake their heads and turn into stupid dogs at the sight of such meager spiritual energy!

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Then I looked around and realized, well, these are items beyond the world's level, and the prices are outrageously high! ↗

Having been a homeless child and prone to impulsive spending, Wei Wuxian stared speechlessly at his meager points, deciding to just hold on for now. How could he still be so poor?!

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You don't know the cost of firewood and rice until you're in charge of the household. Before, when he got his monthly allowance, Wei Wuxian would act like a tycoon at the beginning of the month, buying, buying, buying! ↗

At the end of the month, Wei Wuxian was as destitute as a beggar, forced to rely on credit! ↘

Without his status as the eldest disciple of Yunmeng, and the support of his kind and indulgent Uncle Jiang and the stubborn but soft-hearted Madam Yu, Wei Wuxian would have to frequently ask his good junior brother Jiang Cheng to use his connections at the accounting office to get an advance.

Even with impeccable integrity, Wei Wuxian, who frequently makes installment payments, is likely to end up on the Yunmeng merchants' blacklist!

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Even in Yiling, Wen Qing held the reins of finances, because Wei Wuxian was afraid that innocent elderly, weak, women and children would starve to death under her leadership.

Despite their tireless efforts to survive and their posing no threat to the various sects of the immortal cultivation world, the god of fate still did not favor them...

"Fortunately, A-Yuan and Wen Ning are still alive..." Wei Wuxian's sudden recollection of the past dampened his joy somewhat, and he murmured silently, unsure whether it was relief or reassurance.

[Hahaha, Xianxian, I knew that as long as we live long enough, we'll get all sorts of rewards! ↗]

…Hahahaha (?w?) Hahahaha…】Ling Wu’s laughter interrupted Wei Wuxian’s melancholy.

"Little one, can't you let me be serious for a bit?" Wei Wuxian said helplessly.

"Okay, we all heard that, Shenchen-ge, not Shenchen Xian." Feng Che interjected.

"Feng Che! Can you please stop reading those silly novels?! Where did your serious self go?!"

Wei Wuxian froze, helplessly rubbed his forehead, and finally roared.

While Wei Wuxian couldn't see him, Feng Che silently closed the novel in his hand.

He switched to a book called "The Self-Cultivation of an Excellent Actor" and did some last-minute cramming. He couldn't afford to laugh during the performance, otherwise the whole thing would fall apart.