The imperial mausoleum was located on the outskirts of Qingyang city. It was heavily guarded, so it was impossible for regular people to enter.
However, Yang Xuan was no regular person, so no one discovered him when he entered the imperial mausoleum.
Currently, Yang Xuan's soul sense was fully unleashed. Before long, he had already found the imperial mausoleum that the bandit commander had visited.
After entering the imperial mausoleum without anyone noticing, Yang Xuan discovered the hole the bandit commander had created.
Following the bandit commander's hole, Yang Xuan directly entered the mausoleum.
Unfurling his soul sense, Yang Xuan searched inch by inch.
A while later, disappointment filled his face.
He found nothing.
Most of the valuable items here had already been moved away by the bandit commander. All that remained were some items like Tao Yong's stone horses that had been buried with him. They might have been antiques in the future, but they were worthless in Yang Xuan's eyes right now.
In for a penny, in for a pound, Yang Xuan directly opened the coffin in the tomb.
An unpleasant smell wafted out, and a skeleton appeared before Yang Xuan.
He could tell that the bandit commander had not opened the coffin when he came, as the items buried with him were still there.
A painting in the coffin attracted Yang Xuan's attention.
The painting was wrapped tightly in oil paper. It had been preserved very well.
Yang Xuan's eyes were filled with surprise. This was the first time he had seen someone buried with a painting in a coffin.
He took out the painting, and with a gentle pulse of spiritual qi, the thick layer of oil paper fell off, revealing the painting inside.
The painting depicted a woman. Her clothes were whiter than snow, and she stood barefoot. Her white hair drifted in the wind, making her seem like an immortal.
Xiao Xue!
Yang Xuan recognised the woman in the painting with a single glance. She was actually Xiao Xue, who had transformed from the Human pearl.
A person knelt on one knee before Xiao Xue with his head lowered. He raised it with both hands and offered it to Xiao Xue.
He was holding a wooden tablet in his hand.
The Heaven-Opening Scripture!
The man was holding the Heaven-Opening Scripture that was currently in Yang Xuan's storage ring.
Yang Xuan's eyes were filled with doubt.
What he didn't know was whether the painting was expressing that Xiao Xue had given the Heaven-Opening Scripture to the man in the painting, or that the man in the painting had given the Heaven-Opening Scripture to Xiao Xue.
Looking around, Yang Xuan could see all the details of the painting. His sharp senses told him that the background of the two seemed to be on top of a cliff. On the other side of the cliff, there was a mountain peak that looked like a ferocious tiger with a waterfall flowing down.
Other than that, there was nothing else. No title, no signature.
Putting away the scroll, Yang Xuan's gaze once again fell on the skeleton.
He saw that there was a deep cut on the right arm bone of the skeleton.
After finding nothing else, Yang Xuan closed the coffin again and left the mausoleum.
Before leaving the mausoleum, he even conveniently buried the robber's hole left behind by the Bandit Commander.
After returning to the palace, Yang Xuan took out the painting again and studied it carefully.
However, there was nothing to be gained.
After thinking for a while, he took the four treasures of the study from the table beside him and unfolded the white paper. Then, he began to copy the mountains and rivers behind the person in the painting.
Yang Xuan had never learned the art of painting, but his powerful spiritual sense allowed him to grasp the details of the painting very well. After wasting more than ten sheets of fine rice paper, he finally succeeded in depicting the mountains and rivers behind the person in the painting.
Although he was still lacking compared to a true painter, it didn't affect his ability to recognize the painting.
The next morning, he took the painting he had copied to Su Hanyu.
"Do you recognize where this is?" Yang Xuan asked.
Su Hanyu looked at it for a long time and shook his head in confusion.
He really didn't remember being in such a place.
"Perhaps the Minister of Works knows," Su Hanyu said after thinking for a while.
One of the responsibilities of the Ministry of Works was geographical reconnaissance.
The morning court had just ended, and the Minister of Works had yet to leave the palace. Naturally, he quickly arrived at Yang Xuan's place.
"This subject does not know," the Minister of Works said, his forehead covered in sweat after looking at it for a long time.
Su Hanyu stared at him with dissatisfaction.
Seeing Su Hanyu's dissatisfied gaze, the Minister of Works broke out in cold sweat. Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, "Your Majesty, there is a small official in the Ministry of Works called Xu Xiake. He likes to travel the mountains and rivers. It is said that he knows all the mountains and rivers in the Sun Wheel Region. Perhaps he knows the place in this painting."
"Then why don't you hurry and find him?" Su Hanyu said in a deep voice.
"Yes, yes, this subject will go now." The Minister of Works left with sweat all over his forehead.
Xu Xiake?
Yang Xuan was very curious. There was also someone called Xu Xiake in this world? And they had the same hobby. Did he also write a travel book about Xu Xiake?
After shaking his head and retracting his scattered thoughts, Yang Xuan said, "There is no rush. When this Xu Xiake comes, you can send him over."
Su Hanyu agreed and took his leave.
Originally, Yang Xuan thought that Xu Xiake would come to him soon, but the news that came later was that Xu Xiake had gone to survey the terrain. He didn't know when he would return.
Xu Xiake did not come, but someone else did.
When he saw who it was with his soul sense, his eyes had already become completely cold.
"Heh, looks like my temper has improved recently, so someone thinks I'm easy to talk to," he said coldly before vanishing from where he was.
Outside Qingyang city, Yuan Xinqiu and Yuan Zhixia looked at each other. Their complexions were rather ugly.
Behind them, the old man from the Yuan family that Yang Xuan had seen before had anger in his eyes.
Beside him was another old man. His face was very calm, but there was some curiosity in his eyes.
"Third uncle, with Bai Qi's great reputation, he really is not someone to be trifled with. Please reconsider, third uncle," Yuan Xinqiu said rather helplessly.
The old man he referred to as third uncle was originally called Yuan Chang 'an. He was a representative figure of the older generation of the Yuan family. He had an irritable personality and could not tolerate anything. As soon as Yuan Xinqiu returned and reported this, it immediately caused an uproar.
"Hmph, he's just a measly junior. Our Yuan family has invited him because we're giving him face. Does he really think he's something? I'd like to see just what kind of extraordinary ability he has to disrespect our Yuan family. "
Yuan Xinqiu glanced at Yuan Zhixia. He could see some helplessness in Yuan Zhixia's eyes.
Others might not know, but how could they not know about Yang Xuan's terrors?
The Demon God Bai Qi was not just a figurehead. Instead, it had truly been forged with blood and life.
The other old man smiled. "Since when has our Yuan family ever been afraid of anyone? Xinqiu, you've become rather useless as the patriarch."
The person who spoke was Yuan Linjiang. He was from the same generation as Yuan Chang 'an.
"Hmph, that's right. Since when has our Yuan family been afraid of anything? Even the Heavenly Lake lineage treats our Yuan family with great respect. For a measly Bai Qi, it's not up to him whether he agrees or not today. "
Yuan Xinqiu's bitter smile deepened when he heard that. He already had a premonition that something really was going to happen today.
Yuan Linjiang suddenly said, "Actually, I've always been doubtful about whether Bai Qi has the ability to bring the dead back to life. He's just a junior, so how great can he possibly be?"
"That's right. It's probably just a rumour." After pausing for a moment, Yuan Chang 'an suddenly said seriously, "The people of the He family are already on their way. They'll probably arrive before long. Our main hopes are still on the He family."
"The He family?" Yuan Xinqiu and Yuan Zhixia were both surprised. Shock filled their faces.
"That's right!" Yuan Chang 'an said seriously, "The He family has not appeared for a very long time. They've only sent people out this time for the sake of their ancestors."
Yuan Xinqiu and Yuan Zhixia stopped talking.
This was the He family. This was the He family.
"Alright, let's talk about this later. Are you sure Bai Qi is in Qingyang city?" Yuan Chang 'an said coldly.
Yuan Xinqiu sighed secretly, but he could not help but say, "Yes. Our informants saw him earlier."
"Hmph!" Yuan Chang 'an snorted. Suddenly, he raised his voice. "Bai Qi, come out!"
His voice rumbled, shaking up the surroundings. It filled the entire Qingyang city in a single moment.
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