Published at 2nd of January 2026 7:37 am

Chapter 1977: Dragon Diagram 3

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But isn’t the Second Elder dead?

Was it a fake death? Or did he shed his skin like a cicada?

Mo Hua frowned, feeling a bit puzzled.

When he had divined earlier, he was largely correct; these three people, in some sense, all had some connections to him.

The only exception was this young master.

The Second Elder called him "Young Master Xuan."

From Mo Hua’s mastery over the Demon Sect’s Thunder Magnetism Formation, there was no person like "Young Master Xuan" in the Demon Sect.

Mo Hua was also sure he had never met him before.

So who exactly was he? What connection could he have with him?

The strangest thing was, why did these Golden Core members of the Demon Sect run to Solitary Mountain to dig up this grave?

What was their true purpose?

Why was this grave built in the Shen Family’s mining mountain?

Why were there so many bodies in the bright yellow copper coffin? Where did these bodies come from?

Mining mountain... Shen Family... Taoist Demon...

Mo Hua was full of doubts, his gaze gradually turning cold.

"Did we come to the wrong place?" The black-robed youth called "Young Master Xuan" frowned and said, "The Shen Family’s mining mountain is so big, the grave we’re looking for might not be built here."

"Otherwise, it’s impossible for there to be nothing in this bright yellow copper coffin..."

"Did the Shen Family build other graves? Is this grave just a decoy?"

Mr. Hui’s eyes flickered, but he remained silent.

At this moment, Mo Hua suddenly remembered something and asked:

"Where is Shen Qingsheng?"

"Shen Qingsheng?"

"The young master from the Shen Family who was captured with us," Mo Hua replied, "Where is he?"

"Well..." Mr. Hui and the others looked at each other.

"It seems... we lost him?"

"When was he lost?"

"It seems..." Stone recalled, "earlier, at the forked path."

Shen Qingsheng was being escorted by Mouse.

When everyone was first attacked by a swarm of corpse demons and got separated, Mouse only cared about capturing Mo Hua, naturally losing track of Shen Qingsheng.

After all, Shen Qingsheng was dispensable; whether he lived or died, nobody cared, and he was soon forgotten.

Now they had robbed a grave, only to find it empty.

Remembering the Shen Family, Mo Hua also remembered Shen Qingsheng.

"The young master of the Shen Family..." The black-robed elder frowned and slowly said, "Find him and ask a few things."

Mr. Hui nodded.

Thus, the group retraced their steps.

However, everyone knew that with the disaster of corpse demons in the forked path and the numerous changes in the underground palace, finding Shen Qingsheng was uncertain.

Even if they found him, whether he was alive or dead was still an unknown.

But they had to try searching.

Returning to the forked path, with Earth Formations densely packed and tunnels complexly interwoven, the task of guiding naturally fell to Mo Hua.

Mo Hua held a compass in one hand, secretly feeling a copper coin with the other, divining Shen Qingsheng’s energy, and found that Shen Qingsheng’s karmic connections were clear, seemingly not dead, which was somewhat unexpected.

"Good people don’t live long, but evil survives for a thousand years," was not casually said after all.

Mo Hua followed the energy, leading the way.

Not knowing how many forked paths they bypassed, finally, in a corner of the wall, they found Shen Qingsheng curled up on the ground.

Shen Qingsheng lay on the ground in terror, surrounded by a faint golden light, evidently a protective treasure.

At that moment, four or five corpse demons crawled on him.

These decayed corpse demons bared their teeth and chewed at Shen Qingsheng, but because of the protective treasure, they couldn’t reach his flesh.

Shen Qingsheng, therefore, survived and wasn’t eaten by the corpse demons.

Seeing Shen Qingsheng still surrounded and bitten by corpse demons, Mr. Hui stepped forward, drawing a knife to slash the corpse demons one by one, rescuing Shen Qingsheng.

Previously curling up undaring to breathe heavily, Shen Qingsheng now, seeing the corpse demons slain, wore a hideous expression, kicking them with all his might in anger, despite the stench, saying:

"A bunch of filthy, ugly, lowly mining cultivators..."

Mo Hua’s gaze chilled, speaking in a deep voice:

"How do you know... these corpse demons are mining cultivators?"

Shen Qingsheng’s face turned pale, "Isn’t it... obvious... this is a mining mountain... it’s..."

"Enough," Mr. Hui interrupted, "Who cares about your mining cultivators, let me ask you, this mining mountain, it belongs to the Shen Family, right?"

"Yes..."

"Then the grave beneath your Shen Family’s mining mountain, was it also built by the Shen Family?"

"I... don’t know."

Mr. Hui reached out a large hand, gripping Shen Qingsheng’s neck, "Kid, don’t play dumb. Tell me honestly, what was your Shen Family building this grave for..."

Mr. Hui’s voice was sharp, with a hint of fear.

Shen Qingsheng’s face was solemn, "I... I really don’t know... I’m too young to be involved in family matters, I don’t know..."

"Damn, a useless piece of trash." Mr. Hui casually threw Shen Qingsheng to the ground.

Shen Qingsheng staggered to the ground, his gaze filled with resentment, but he dared not speak.

Mo Hua’s gaze was profound, glancing at Shen Qingsheng, then at Mr. Hui, seeing the unease in his eyes, also seeing the fear in his divine soul.

"Shen Qingsheng might not know anything, but Mr. Hui... clearly senses something..."

Mo Hua pondered for a moment, just about to say something to tease out the truth from Mr. Hui, when the black-robed elder spoke with an aged voice:

"Mr. Hui, at this point, why bother hiding anything?"

Mo Hua was startled, a chill running through his heart.

This Second Elder of the Demon Sect, who could suppress demonic energy with dragon bones, indeed had extraordinary means.

He could tell Mr. Hui was hiding something, just as Mo Hua noticed.

Mr. Hui’s eyelid twitched, "Senior, what do you mean by that?"

The black-robed elder said, "I entrusted an old friend to flip through Maoshan’s genealogy, and from the direct line found the exiled Mr. Hui. With Mr. Hui’s Maoshan cultivation, I believe it won’t disappoint me."

Flipping the genealogy, investigating origins, tracing back to Maoshan.

Mr. Hui’s heart trembled.

He thought this business deal was a stroke of luck, brought to him by others, but unexpectedly, he was long targeted by someone.

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