My Cultivation Prowess Peaks after I Buried the Great Emperor’s Corpse

round, a mysterious person came to Netherworld Tower.

“Is the shop owner here?”

Looking in the direction of the voice, a man in a black cloak and a ghost mask appeared before them.

His entire body exuded a strange aura.

“What do you want?”

Zhao Mang’s brows furrowed as he examined the mysterious man in front of him.

His intuition told him that the person in front of him was not simple!

Similarly, Lin Wudao also sized up the cloaked man with a strange expression.

“I have a big business deal worth one million low-grade spiritual stones.
I wonder if Boss Zhao is interested?”

What?

A business deal worth a million low-grade spiritual stones?

Hearing this, Zhao Mang could not help but be shocked.

He had opened his shop in Tianyuan Ancient City for ten years but had never come into contact with such a big business.
Now that he was about to close his shop, he suddenly visited.

“What kind of big business?”

“Well…”

The cloaked man glanced at Lin Wudao, seemingly unwilling to say more.

Seeing this, Lin Wudao did not take it to heart.
Instead, he beckoned Han Qingshan and walked out of Netherworld Tower.

“Can you tell me now?”

Zhao Mang’s tone was low.

He sensed that this so-called big business was unusual.

“I heard that Boss Zhao specializes in the business of dead people and is extremely powerful.
I wonder if you are interested in the Lu family’s ancestral grave?”

What?

Dig up the Lu family’s ancestral grave.

Zhao Mang’s eyes widened when he heard this.

The Lu family was one of the most powerful families in Tianyuan Ancient City!

It is said that it has been passed down for more than a thousand years.

His ancestor, Lu Cangmang, was now a cultivator who had perfected the Paramita realm.
Moreover, he was only slightly weaker than the Governor of the Demon Subduing Division, Zhao Xuanxiao.

With such strength, he was an expert!

With Zhao Mang’s late-stage Paramita realm cultivation, he would overestimate himself by trying to dig up someone else’s ancestral grave.

“What, are you scared, Boss Zhao?”

The mysterious man seemed to have seen through Zhao Mang’s shock and could not help but sneer.

Zhao Mang sneered in response.

“I’m indeed afraid!”

“The ancestor of the Lu family, Lu Cangmang, is a cultivator who has perfected the Paramita realm.
Do you think I can dig up his ancestral grave with my strength? That’s simply death!”

“If you want to die, don’t drag me down with you!”

“I don’t want to do this business,” he said.

Zhao Mang was ready to chase him away.

However, the mysterious man chuckled as if everything was within his expectations.

“Lu Cangmang is currently in closed-door cultivation.
He has reached the most critical moment.
He will only come out after at least three days.”

“Now is the best time!”

“Tonight at midnight, I’ll be waiting for Boss Zhao at Coiling Dragon Ridge.”

Then, the man did not care about Zhao Mang’s response.
He turned into a black shadow and disappeared.

Zhao Mang sneered coldly.

“Sneaky man.
You seem like trouble!”

“The Lu family’s ancestral grave is most likely a trap.
So how can I fall for your trick?”

He walked out of the door while cursing.

Coincidentally, at this moment, Lin Wudao walked out of an alley.

“You’re done?”

“Yes, I met a madman! I don’t know what it is, but it wants to invite me to dig up the Lu family’s ancestral grave.
But, of course, that’s simply seeking death.”

“Did you agree?”

“How is that possible? This is a trap.
Why would I be fooled? Besides, my Netherworld Tower is already closed, so why should I care about those things?” Zhao Mang said, shaking his head.

As he said this, a faint trace of doubt appeared in his eyes.

“This person is definitely from the Lu family!”

“How did you know?” Lin Wudao asked.

“I’ve been to the Lu family’s residence once and smelled a unique fragrance there.
That person just now happened to have the same smell.”

“Although the fragrance is very light and ordinary people can’t detect it, I’m born with a keen sense of smell.
So I’m sensitive to smell.”

“Therefore, there’s a high possibility that the person is from the Lu family!” Zhao Mang said honestly.

Hearing this, Lin Wudao smiled.

“You’re right.
That person is indeed from the Lu family!”

“He’s the ninth young master of the Lu family, Lu Yunsheng…”

The good-for-nothing Lu Yunsheng?

Zhao Mang’s eyes widened.

“Since he’s from the Lu family, why would he want to dig up his family’s ancestral grave? Are you crazy?”

“It’s probably for revenge…”

Revenge?

Zhao Mang was even more confused.

He could not figure out the deep hatred between Lu Yunsheng and the Lu family!

“If you want to know, why don’t you go to Coiling Dragon Ridge tonight and take a look?”

Lin Wudao’s calm voice said.

What?

He wanted to see Lu Yunsheng dig up the ancestor’s grave.

Hearing this, Zhao Mang’s interest was piqued, and he rubbed his palms together in excitement.