The Mightiest Little Master of Metaphysics
Chapter 111 - 109: Corpse Nurturing Land, The Land of Extreme Yin

Chapter 111: Chapter 109: Corpse Nurturing Land, The Land of Extreme Yin

The video quickly began, and the young man on the other side was called Yang He, the twin brother of Yang Xiu.

Seeing Qin Luo, he respectfully greeted, "Young Master."

Qin Luo nodded, "Hmm, what have you discovered?"

Yang He pointed the camera at the back, and the screen showed that they were surrounded by mountains, situated in a valley filled with eerie yin energy. A heavy fog engulfed the mountains, with strange sounds occasionally echoing.

Under the solemn night, the lights were bright, and teams of soldiers with solemn expressions were fully armed, carrying professional equipment.

"Young Master, we are ready at any time for your and the Master’s instructions."

Qin Luo looked at Little Dumpling. Yang He on the other side of the camera guessed that the master was about to be in the frame, and his expression became even more respectful, eagerly wanting to see what the master, whom the Young Master personally went to invite, looked like.

If guessed correctly, the master should be a seventy or eighty-year-old elder with white hair and a youthful face.

However, looking at the direction of the Young Master’s gaze... this master was evidently not very tall.

Just as he was thinking, the camera shifted, and a small round head appeared on the screen, with large phoenix eyes blinking several times, the pupils as black and bright as water-cultivated black pearls.

"Big brother, lower the camera a bit, I can’t see clearly."

The child-like voice was particularly sweet.

Yang He was instantly dumbfounded, what’s going on???

How could there be a child’s voice? Oh, it must be the master’s granddaughter or great-granddaughter, the little one is quite mischievous.

While guessing, Qin Luo on the other side lowered the phone a bit, and Yun Qi’s little head finally appeared completely on the screen.

She looked around at the surroundings, her little face serious, the baby fat exceptionally solemn, "Hmm, as I guessed, the burial ground is certainly a place of extreme yin, surrounded by mountain peaks forming a suppressive stance, creating a Corpse Breeding Ground, nurturing the corpses with intense yin energy, cultivating zombies."

Upon hearing the word "zombies," Yang He was stunned.

Until Yun Qi said the last sentence, he was still hoping for someone to quickly come and take this troublesome child away.

But being able to say those words, he had a bizarre suspicion in his heart.

"Young Master, this is..."

"She is the master I invited, don’t be surprised, just do as she says." Qin Luo’s tone was gentle, seeming easy to get along with, yet every word carried the weight of a thousand pounds.

"Yes. Master, according to what you say, what should we do next?"

"Generally speaking, refining zombies takes decades or even centuries, but in such an extremely yin place, with a special array, it can be done in a few months, so follow my instructions, prepare the incense burner and incense, and first pay respects to the living beings of the four directions."

Because it was previously mentioned that a master would be invited for guidance, everything that needed to be prepared was prepared in advance.

Soon the mountains were solemn, and bonfires lit up the deep valley.

A quaint long table was set up, with an incense burner, along with fine wine and meat placed on it.

According to Yun Qi’s instructions, Yang He held the incense, knelt, and bowed in all four directions, then poured the wine from the jug in front of the table, silently reciting the sacrificial text, "Bow and invite the gods of the four directions, all to the golden burner to receive this sincere incense, forgive us common folk for disturbing, bless this mission with great fortune and prosperity, enjoy!"

The numerous subordinates behind him, all having received professional elite training, stood silently, not daring to make the slightest sound.

Only the sound of Yang He pouring wine was lingering, somehow accentuating the surroundings with a sense of vastness, as though all living beings were distant.

Suddenly, mountain winds rose, the pine forests swayed, fallen leaves were swept up and swirled leisurely by the wind.

Then everything returned to calm, as if the scene just now had never happened.

Originally, Yang He had some doubts in his heart, after all, this little master... was so small.

Small as if playing, he even suspected the Young Master might have been deceived, but dared not ask.

Yet, after this ordeal, cold sweat unexpectedly broke out on his forehead, and he believed a little.

"Little Master, what’s next?"

"I’ll teach you a few lines of the Calming Spell. Chant it while digging, and remember, don’t stop."

Yun Qi then taught them a few lines of the spell.

Several teams of elites chanted the spell as they operated the machines to start digging the ground.

Everything went smoothly.

The deeper they dug, the deeper the hole, the machines couldn’t be used anymore, and they had to dig by hand.

Not knowing how long it had been, Yun Qi was getting sleepy, covering her mouth and yawning slowly.

Qin Luo watched her with a smile in his eyes, "If you’re sleepy, go back and sleep."

"No," Yun Qi fought to resist the sleepiness, trying hard to keep her eyes open, her pupils moist like rippling water, "The Corpse Nurturing Land is very dangerous, Qi must take responsibility for them."

For some reason, when Yang He heard this conversation through the video, he felt a warm feeling in his heart.

This little master, though small, seemed very reliable.

After half a day, suddenly a shovel broke, and someone shouted loudly, "Young Master, Captain Yang, it’s granite down here, too solid to dig through."

Upon hearing this, Yun Qi’s eyes lit up, and she immediately shouted loudly, "Get everyone out, quickly, make everyone retreat, and chant the Calming Spell, don’t stop for a moment."

Yang He quickly relayed the order.

A large hole was left in the ground, looking down into it, it was deep and dark, with nothing visible.

Just after everyone retreated, the ground suddenly shook, and thunder rolled across the sky, followed by a loud crack.

The ground trembled and quickly cracked with neat fissures.

And with this tremor, the big hole just dug was split open, and the outline of stone coffins could be faintly seen in the deep cave.

Yang He shouted excitedly, "Young Master, there’s something inside, it looks like coffins."

Qin Luo responded indifferently with an "Hmm," his expression calm, with the composure of a God who remains unmoved even if Taishan collapses right in front of him.

He turned his head to look at Yun Qi, seeking her opinion.

Yun Qi nodded, "Have someone break open the big hole and expose the stone coffins inside."

Yang He quickly ordered to follow this, and in less than half an hour, the stone cave was completely excavated, and despite all receiving professional stern training, everyone still couldn’t help but shiver.

Inside the stone cave were six stone coffins placed side by side, all nailed shut.

Qin Luo took the phone from Yun Qi and said in a deep voice, "Open the coffins!"

As soon as the coffins were opened, Yang He was so scared that he threw the flashlight in his hand, repeatedly stepping back a few paces, looking at the phone with shock, his voice trembling, "Y-Young Master, turn off the video, I’ll handle it here."

"It’s okay, let me see."

Since Qin Luo had commanded, Yang He had no choice, he gritted his teeth and aimed the phone screen at the inside of the coffins.

On the other end of the call, Qin Luo’s pupils shook, fear lingering in his eyes.

Yun Qi quickly stepped forward, her small hand holding Qin Luo’s hand, with a sweet and soft voice, "Brother..."

Qin Luo’s whole body was cold, and feeling a bit of warmth coming from his hand, he finally reacted, lowering his head, his pale face unsettled, "Thank you, Qi, I’m fine."

Lying in the coffins were his six Hidden Guards, and each one’s death was indescribably tragic, yet more than tragic, it was eerie.

One had the corners of his mouth cut open, like a clown, his mouth split to the ears, scarlet and terrifying.

One held a knife in his hand, having sliced open his own stomach.

Another had all his arms and legs broken...

No matter how tragic, every face wore a strange smile...