Tang Xian’er didn’t mind, twisting her hand and taking out a silver needle from her sleeve, Chen Xuantian reminded her,

"Strike her Foot Yangming Stomach Meridian Dubi acupoint, below the knee bone."

Tang Xian’er nodded, directing Qi Manipulation to launch the needle, which instantly arrived. The single needle resembled silver light pouring onto the ground, causing the female corpse to reflexively knee jerk, falling to the side. Even the ancient zither she was holding let out a "ding-dong" sound as it fell to the ground, resonating far within the Immortal Tomb.

Chen Xuantian listened intently; everything seemed normal, without disturbing any Faceless Celestial Demon. The few Immortals didn’t rise as if faking death, which brought him a sigh of relief.

Tang Xian’er saw his cautious and ready-to-escape demeanor and found it amusing, tapping her toes lightly to glide through the doorway.

"There are no ghosts inside, why are you so nervous, afraid of the dark?"

Chen Xuantian wasn’t bothered, following with Dual Swords while using Primordial Spirit to sweep around and asked,

"Since we are coming from the exit, which path did the Sect Leader take to enter the mountain before? Why don’t we take the original path?"

Tang Xian’er shrugged,

"Fell off the cliff. At that time, I was only at the Golden Core Realm and heard that the heartless one went into the mountain for revenge alone, naturally rushed over to help him.

Unfortunately, I was unfamiliar with the mountain terrain and couldn’t find him after wandering around. In the dark, I accidentally fell off the cliff.

Luckily I survived, wandered for days at the bottom of the mountain before finding a way out from here. You better stick close, you might really get lost and not find a way out."

Chen Xuantian listened, his gaze fiery as he stared at her,

"I see... truly fortune in adversity. Tang Sect Master actually triggered Immortal Fate upon falling off a cliff and found a secret martial arts manual, just like a novel plot..."

Tang Xian’er was displeased,

"What’s with you staring at my little cultivation techniques? Do you have a grudge with that Wan Du?"

Chen Xuantian shook his head, switching topics,

"I don’t mean that, just want to ask clearly. After all, such a big Immortal Palace relic and sect ruins, yet you picked up a Demon Path cultivation technique; there might be a trap...

Forget it, leave it aside for now. By the way, where did Sect Leader say that coffin was? Is there someone inside? Did the dark water come out from the coffin or underneath it?"

Tang Xian’er shook her head,

"I didn’t dare approach, only looked from afar. It seems to be a shrine-like place, resembling the Taixu Palace’s sect forbidden grounds.

Probably for paying tribute to ancestral tablets and the place for the disciples’ soul lamp. The whole shrine is submerged in dark water.

But I thought it was just underground springs seeping water so didn’t pay much attention."

Chen Xuantian swallowed his saliva,

"Oh, Youquan Palace’s ancestral shrine, I see. I wonder whom the shrine is dedicated to, which Supreme? Immortal Venerable? Xuan Nu? Did you... see the face?"

At this moment, Tang Xian’er suddenly stopped walking, turned to look at Chen Xuantian.

Chen Xuantian saw her suddenly stop and turn, thought she was going to transform into a faceless being and rush at him, his heart immediately jumped, but she just shook her head.

"I didn’t see who it was. The coffin is blocking the shrine’s entrance, and there are some tablets floating on the water surface, so it’s just a guess... Hmm? Why are you running so far away?"

Chen Xuantian was speechless, jumping down from the ceiling,

"No, why did you suddenly stop?"

Tang Xian’er looked puzzled, gazing at the emerald-carved pavilions, gardens, palace towers around after the main hall,

"Strange, I seem to have been here before... But it’s not right, wasn’t I walking a different path before? Could it be I’m lost?"

Chen Xuantian looked at her,

"Don’t think about it. In this place, stay unaware, don’t inquire, act dumb—it’s safer.

If it feels familiar, then just head where it looks pleasing."

Tang Xian’er thought for a moment, gazing at the deep black pool beside the corridor,

"I think... we should go underwater..."

Then she checked her reflection in the pool, as if looking for her shadow, suddenly leapt, and disappeared silently, without even a splash.

Chen Xuantian swallowed, instinctively stepped back, turned and saw those five female fairies already turned around, blocking the door.

Especially the one whose leg was disabled, carrying the zither on her shoulder, pointing at him, although faceless, could see the deep resentment, as if saying ’you fatso, wait and see...’

Upon seeing this scene, Chen Xuantian could only sigh in bitterness, knowing there’s no turning back once the bow is drawn, gritted his teeth and stomped his foot, with a "splash!" darted into the Netherworld Spring.