Invincible Dad-Chapter 511 Chaotic Burial Town_1

Chapter 511: Chapter 511 Chaotic Burial Town_1
But it wasn’t an enemy. They were barely old acquaintances—the middle-aged couple who had planted plum trees all over the hill below.
They carried an oil lamp. The sturdy middle-aged man’s right hand was behind his back, gripping a shovel as they approached the back of the hill with unease. He barked, "Who’s there!"
"Brother, it’s me."
Xu Lai spoke in a gentle voice, standing up with his teeth gleaming immaculately white in the moonlight.
"It’s that cultivator! The young master!"
The beautiful woman’s expression relaxed.
The tension on the sturdy man’s face eased, and he no longer grasped the shovel tightly.
After all, the sight of a sedan chair and several figures near the four graves on the back of the hill was truly chilling in the middle of the night. That’s why they had come up to check.
"Where’s Niuniu?" Xu Lai looked behind them.
The honest middle-aged man replied, "To answer your question, young master, Niuniu was taken away by the Liuyun Sect. We heard her talent is immense, so a Supreme Elder took her on as a disciple."
Xu Lai feigned surprise. "Congratulations, congratulations."
"Heh."
The sturdy man’s gaze fell on Ruan Tang in her wedding dress. He suddenly recalled the wedding invitations in front of the graves and had a moment of realization. "A few days ago, I came to the back of the hill to deliver flowers and saw four new wedding invitations. I guessed that you must be the one getting married, young master."
The woman, wearing hemp but still graceful, sighed softly, "It’s a pity, separated by life and death."
"Wait, four?" Ruan Lan inhaled sharply. "But there are only three here. One is missing!"
The future Empress felt things were getting scary. Where did the missing invitation go? Who took it? Here we are in this desolate wilderness, right in front of four graves.
Ruan Lan crossed her arms, shivering involuntarily with apprehension.
The woman shared the confusion. "Absolutely no one has come to the back of the hill these past few days. Could it have been blown away by the wind?"
Ruan Lan didn’t make a sound.
Blown away? Impossible. When that strong gust of wind came this morning, I was nearly blown off my feet, yet the invitations didn’t move an inch.
"No worries. I’ll just backtrack time to see who it was."
Xu Lai snapped his fingers, and a screen of light appeared before him, displaying an image that was rapidly rewinding.
One hour ago.
One day ago.
Two days ago.
"Wow!" Ruan Lan was excited.
What a magnificent technique! I have to learn it too!
However, her expression quickly grew odd, eventually turning to embarrassment and anger. "You creep, brother-in-law, you don’t use this at home... do you?!"
Ruan Tang looked at Xu Lai with tender eyes.
Sensing a faint but palpable murderous intent, Xu Lai deflected. "Using this Divine Skill consumes one’s lifespan. Each use costs decades of life, so I almost never use it."
"Decades!" Ruan Lan gasped. "Then aren’t you going to die soon, brother-in-law? Is my sister going to be a widow right after getting married?"
"..."
Xu Lai’s face darkened. "Wow, thanks so much for your concern."
Meanwhile, the scene everyone wanted to see finally appeared on the light screen.
By then, time had been traced back a week. Xu Lai’s figure appeared, placed wedding invitations before the four graves, and then left. Soon after, the figures of the sturdy middle-aged man, Wang Bainian, and his wife, Wang He, appeared.
On the light screen, their figures were very clear.
Wang Bainian’s eyes were wide with shock as he murmured, "Truly the work of an Immortal."
Wang He was also so frightened that she couldn’t speak.
After about half a day passed on the screen—in what was only the blink of an eye for the viewers—a woman’s figure came into view. She was a beautiful woman with bright eyes and white teeth, about thirty years old, with a waist token hanging at her side.
It bore a single character: "Yu."
"It’s her." Xu Lai narrowed his eyes.
At the Heavenly Court’s Sect Gate, inscriptions had been carved by Senior Sister Yu Guiwan. It was the work of three people. One was Jing Ke, another was a middle-aged Taoist of unknown origin and identity, and the last was this beautiful woman.
Furthermore, a deduction by the Second Divine General, Baize, revealed that this woman’s ancestor was once a disciple of Hehuan Valley. They were suspected of being one of the disciples who had thrown the bodies of his Senior Sister and the others into the Mass Burial Mound. Later, due to her extremely poor talent, this ancestor was expelled from the Sect Gate, thus luckily evading Xu Lai’s revenge years later.
Baize had once said there were two possibilities. Either this ancestor had murdered people for their valuables—essentially robbing the dead—and stolen the Senior Sister’s waist token, or she had spared the lives of Xu Lai’s master and seniors, and the Senior Sister had given her the token as a gift of gratitude.
She took this wedding invitation... Where is she going?
Xu Lai’s gaze turned ice-cold. "No one can conceal the heavenly secrets of the past week. I’d like to see just what your true purpose is!"
Xu Lai began to deduce her whereabouts. His vision was still somewhat hazy, hindered by mysterious laws. However, this matter pertained to the fate of his master, Senior Sister, and two Senior Brothers from all those years ago. Xu Lai did not hesitate to pay the heavy price of consuming a vast amount of his lifespan to find the truth.
Finally, an hour later, Xu Lai’s eyes snapped open, a sharp glint flashing within them. "Found her."
"What did you find?" Ruan Tang asked.
"Near the Mass Burial Mound," Xu Lai said calmly. "Honey, you rest for a bit. I’ll be right back."
Ruan Tang hesitated, but her concern came through. "Alright, be careful."
"Brother-in-law, take me with you!" Ruan Lan became excited at the mention of going to the Mass Burial Mound.
Unfortunately, Xu Lai’s figure vanished in a flash, completely ignoring her. Ruan Lan bit her lip in frustration. "Damn it!"
* * *
Rumor has it that within the Mass Burial Mound, a corpse once comprehended the Dao and achieved the Emperor Realm.
There are also rumors that the Mass Burial Mound imprisons souls, and the dead are forever trapped there, never able to enter the Samsara Sea for reincarnation.
These numerous rumors have lent the place a profound mystique. As a result, several special villages and towns have sprung up nearby, populated by those who make a living robbing corpses and searching for treasure.
The Mass Burial Mound is vast, comparable in size to half of the Eastern Desolate Domain. Millions of corpses are thrown into it daily from the three surrounding domains. Over the years, a great many treasures have indeed been found here.
Twenty thousand years ago, the Tianmeng Pavilion—an auction house in the Immortal Domain that had been passed down for ten eras—auctioned a Quasi-Emperor Artifact that was found here.
Three hundred thousand years ago, a cultivator dug up a piece of a finger bone in the Mass Burial Mound. After being authenticated by the Holy Masters of the Immortal Domain’s various Tao Lineages, the bone was confirmed to be the relic of a Great Emperor and was deemed priceless! As for cultivation techniques, elixirs, and Spirit Plants, they are too numerous to count.
The woman who took the wedding invitation was hiding in one of the towns that thrived on the wealth plundered from the dead of the Mass Burial Mound. The town’s name was simple and crude: Chaotic Burial Town.
The town was neither large nor small, yet it housed tens of millions of people. It was a chaotic mix of high and low—powerful cultivators seeking their fortune alongside ordinary, physically weak people who were nevertheless bold enough to open shops and taverns.
This was not Xu Lai’s first time here. Yet, each visit was a stark reminder of the old saying: "Humans die for wealth as birds die for food." It was exemplified here to the fullest.
This town was the closest of all the nearby settlements, situated less than 2,000 meters in a straight line from the Mass Burial Mound. Due to the thick aura of death emanating from the Mass Burial Mound, the beings who lived here long-term—whether human or of other races—generally had short lifespans.
As Xu Lai entered Chaotic Burial Town, his brows furrowed deeply. He had discovered that his Divine Sense was suddenly useless here.