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

Strange signs have reappeared at the once-silent site of the Wen family in Qishan! Deep within the ruins, spiritual energy surges and boils, exuding an ominous aura.

Rumors are spreading quietly: a rare treasure is about to emerge from beneath the scorched earth of the Flaming Sun Palace!

Just like back then, driven by greed, several forces couldn't resist the urge to share the spoils.

Within the Immortal Sect, undercurrents surged, the murmurs nearly lifting the roof off, and a restless energy permeated the air, a mixture of awe, suspicion, and secret excitement.

"Is this person... here to have an antique appraised, or to have a ghost appraised?" someone asked in a low voice, their tone filled with barely concealed fear.

"The investigation is over, but the outcome is uncertain..." This four-word curse is probably etched into my very bones...

The other person, who was worrying about the sky falling, sighed, his voice filled with deep apprehension, as if an invisible curse might descend upon him at any moment.

If Jianxuan Sanren knew this, he would probably just give a lazy laugh: What can be done?

?乛?乛?

The so-called "suspense after the appraisal" is nothing more than the inevitable, heart-stopping final sound as the false golden body cracks inch by inch...

The reason for this is simply that someone with ulterior motives deliberately stirred up trouble. The truth about the numerous corpses buried beneath the money exchange has long been shrouded in a thick fog of mystery.

Countless embellished, bizarre, and horrifying versions are like a plague carrying a poisonous curse.

It spread silently within the undercurrents of the immortal sects, quietly eroding the last vestiges of reason, and things have become difficult to handle, leading to their current state.

(￣y▽￣)~* Cover your mouth and snicker

What's even more ingenious is that this cacophony of conflicting rumors has inadvertently built an unfathomable barrier around him.

The various speculations about Jianxuan Sanren's strength and background, like vines sprouting wildly in a dark swamp, silently propelled his reputation to its peak!

Such an effect was not entirely anticipated even by the architects.

As the ancients said, "Man proposes, God disposes." Human effort can be exhausted, but the will of Heaven is unpredictable.

But shrouded in mist, only its silhouette could be seen, which would make future actions much easier…

The instigator—Jianxuan Sanren—became the most elusive, yet chilling, invisible shadow in this all-encompassing storm of rumors.

In the darkness, it seemed as if an invisible fingertip was gently brushing away the tangled mess of karma...

It quietly mended the rift in the law of cause and effect that had been twisted and torn apart by the evil methods of greed!

An ineffable mystery began to unfold...

Upon hearing this, behind the mask, Wei Wuxian twirled his flute, Chenqing, in his hand, creating a dazzling display.

Hearing the uproar in the martial arts world about the "King of Hell's roll call," a hint of absurd mockery flashed across my eyes.

The fear, resentment, and embarrassment of the various sects of immortality... all became the most exquisite and unpredictable moves in his grand game of idly playing chess and having fun in the mortal world!

The calamity was not brought by him; he merely casually lifted a corner of the magnificent brocade robe, revealing the already festering, oozing pus beneath.

The festering sores, reeking of decay, are laid bare under the bright sunlight.

(?' ??'?) Roll??*～●

At this delicate moment, that chilling figure—Jianxuan Sanren—"just happened" to drift silently over to these ruins like a shadow.

Several factions with ulterior motives, though their scalps tingled and their backs were drenched in cold sweat, as if an invisible venomous snake had coiled around their necks, ultimately could not resist the burning desire of greed.

They reluctantly "invited" Jianxuan Sanren to "take a look" at their work! Only they themselves know how much fear and helplessness were hidden in that word "invite."

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The setting sun, blood-red and eerily beautiful, spilled across the devastated ruins, distorting and twisting the outlines of the broken walls and casting long, menacing shadows resembling the skeletons of colossal beasts.

A motley crew, fearing for their lives, cowered, not daring to take a single step forward...

(｀▽′)o━ If you can do it, then you do it!

Only Jianxuan Sanren, chosen as their vanguard, strolled leisurely among these ruins, symbols of destruction and the past.

Her steps were light and silent, her clothes did not stir up any dust, as if she were walking on the blurred boundary between life and death.

With an almost cruel leisure, they embarked on a "revisit to familiar places," behind which lay faces brimming with confidence and pride.

In a private room of a nearby inn, a water mirror was reflecting the scene of the ruins.

Xiao Xingchen sat upright at the table, his handsome brows furrowed, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the jade handle of his whisk.

Xue Chengmei leaned against the window frame, a mocking and menacing smile playing on her lips, her fingers toying with a gleaming dagger.

Even though Wei Wuxian wouldn't let the two of them see him off in person, saying he couldn't bear to leave and shed tears on the spot, as good brothers, they couldn't be absent from such an important moment!

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