Out of fear of death, Invest Everything into Health-Chapter 429 - 193: Heaven Nurturing Technique

At the moment the oppressive will descended, Fan Wubing immediately gathered a ball of Qi, sending everyone lingering in this small world out.

Including Luo Qingyao and the other two.

Outside the crack, Luo Qingyao quickly asked, "Fortune-teller, what exactly is going on?"

Yan Hui, with his pronounced eyebrows, grumbled, "I’m not a fortune-teller." Then he hurriedly said, "We got it wrong, we got it wrong right from the start! This small world isn’t an unclaimed realm after the Tribulation Immortal’s fall! It’s the grave built by the Tribulation Immortal himself, and it’s a malevolent tribulation tomb!"

Powerful figures in the Immortal Dao, especially those in the Mahayana and Tribulation Crossing Stage, usually prepare a grave for themselves after their demise.

Firstly, to seek a chance for rebirth, and secondly, to store their treasures.

Thus, there exists a group of tomb raiders, known as "Immortal Thieves", who specifically target these mighty figures’ graves.

To deal with these tomb raiders, many powerful figures place various traps in their graves. So-called tribulation tombs are the graves of the Tribulation Immortals.

Such graves, even for professional Immortal Thieves, are not daringly explored.

What stature does a Tribulation Immortal have? They are among the few who stand at the pinnacle of the realms. Every casual action they take can become someone’s tribulation or someone’s fortune.

Even a mortal wouldn’t want their grave to be robbed after death, let alone a Tribulation Immortal?

"A tribulation tomb!" Luo Qingyao exclaimed, being from an Immortal Dao Noble Clan, she knew very well the implications of a tribulation tomb. "Why didn’t you say anything earlier!"

Yan Hui smiled wryly, "I only realized it was a tribulation tomb after I entered. No wonder there were so many ominous signs, and..."

"And what?" Luo Qingyao stared at him.

Yan Hui felt as if the girl’s gaze was as sharp as a sword, "That fellow cultivator..." he stammered, "is very fierce."

Luo Qingyao frowned, "What do you mean!"

"I mean..." Yan Hui’s eyes flickered, "probably, maybe, perhaps... especially disaster-prone?"

"Nonsense!" Luo Qingyao said sternly, "My senior brother is blessed with great fortune, how could he be disaster-prone!"

Yan Hui laughed dryly, "That’s just how I calculated it. Miss, just assume I’m lacking in skill."

Guan Xin stared intently at the already sealed space crack, nearly holding her breath.

Although Luo Qingyao was also worried, she could still sense her senior brother’s life condition.

She comforted, "Believe that senior brother will be alright."

Lately, Guan Xin had been showing more expressions. She slightly frowned, whispering, "Is what we’re doing really right?"

"What?" 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

Guan Xin lowered her head, "I always feel like I’m the one who got him involved in this tribulation."

Luo Qingyao looked complicated, "Senior brother once told me, in this Cultivation Realm where it’s hard to have clear laws to constrain cultivators, everyone is responsible for their choices. Once you decide to do something, whether the result is good or bad, it has already happened, and you must accept it, and then figure out a way to solve it."

"Responsible for your choices..."

"Yes. Senior brother would never blame you... If someone really needs to be blamed, it should be me." Luo Qingyao regretfully said, "Sorry, I shouldn’t have done that earlier."

Taking a deep breath, she said seriously, "So, before doing something, it’s best to consider the potential consequences and then decide whether to do it."

Guan Xin felt somewhat confused. This wasn’t what she was taught. Growing up, what she learned had always taught her what was good and what was bad. To do good deeds and prevent bad ones.

But lately, she gradually realized that there seemed to be no clear scale to measure good and bad in this world.

Everyone has their personal scales,

"Then, what is my scale?" Guan Xin thought, falling into a depressed contemplation.

Yan Hui chimed in, "Indeed, before doing things, you should calculate the results first, seek good fortune and avoid calamity, seek good fortune and avoid calamity."

Luo Qingyao looked at his mutilated fingers, "What gives you the confidence to say that."

Yan Hui gave an awkward smile, muttering softly, "The ominous signs were too big, that’s all..." He glanced curiously at the quiet Xianchan beside him, wondering if he had seen this little girl somewhere before.

After pondering for a moment, his eyebrows twitched, suddenly remembering. About four or five years ago, he went to Little South Continent to divine the prospects of the continent and saw an extraordinary woman.

Back then, that woman descended from the heavens, with a massive red figure following behind her. At that time, she was holding a little girl’s hand.

However, the little girl’s face was seemingly scarred by some sharp weapon, appearing twisted and frightening.

But Yan Hui never relied on appearance to recognize people, but rather each person’s innate characteristics.

He wasn’t too sure, so he looked at Xianchan again, wanting to confirm.

Then, he noticed Xianchan looking at him with a calm yet profound gaze.

Yan Hui was startled, gave a dry laugh, and quickly looked away.

...

Fan Wubing’s gaze was stern, cautiously observing the situation within the small world.

The Unwarranted Qi Creation Skill analyzed all the Qi signatures, and amidst the dense and powerful immortal Qi, he surprisingly found a trace of... Demonic Qi.

Demonic Qi?

Isn’t that reliant on the existence of True Demons, a Qi signature exclusive to Demon Cultivators?

Fan Wubing was very familiar with this Qi signature. One could say he knew it like the back of his hand.

Why would there be Demonic Qi in this grave of a Tribulation Immortal?

He was convinced that this was definitely not left by some Demon Cultivator entering. Although the Demonic Qi was scarce, it all originated from the small world itself.