Corpse King of Pingshan: Is the Entire Opposing Team Made Up of Ancient Shamans?

[Family Immortality System] + [Primordial Witch Clan] + [Republican-Era Tomb Raiding] + [Apocalypse Farming] Chen Yulou, leader of the Xiling Raiders, had spent years dominating the tomb-raiding scene in southern Hunan. He was sure he'd seen every kind of demon and monster. That is, until a group of civet spirits with human faces cursed him in a mass grave, and he watched a fifteen-year-old boy slay five demons with a single slash, a nine-headed serpent's shadow hidden in the flash of his blade. The boy sheathed his weapon and said expressionlessly, “Clan leader, there's a living person here. His fortune is pretty strong.” A young man named Shen Junjie walked over, studied Chen Yulou for three seconds, then grinned. “The leader of the Xiling Raiders? A walking ATM for family points.” Chen Yulou had assumed they belonged to some secluded immortal sect. But when he followed them to the Shen family's stronghold, he nearly fell to his knees on the spot. Every member of the village carried the bloodline of the Witch Clan. Descendants of Kua Fu swung a stone roller one-handed in the courtyard. Hou Yi's descendants practiced their archery by shooting mosquitoes on the roof. A battle-crazed descendant of Xing Tian begged the clan leader every day to go to Pingshan and fight the Corpse King. And the Shen clan leader was meditating in a mass grave with a three-year-old child. “Come on, breathe in. Treat the yin energy like a charging station. We have to break through to the first level of the Nine-Turn Mysterious Art today.” On the day they opened the tomb at Pingshan, Chen Yulou had hoped to form an alliance of equals. Instead, he was put on lookout duty while the Shen family dragged a Yuan dynasty general out of his coffin to use as a punching bag. “Chief Chen,” Shen Junjie said, patting his shoulder. “Your Xiling Raiders used Luoyang shovels to rob tombs. We Shen family tomb-raid using ancient great witches who have tempered their bodies into sainthood. Times have changed.” Chen Yulou looked at the dark coffin smashed to pieces, then at the children in the village discussing whether they could trade the Corpse King's teeth for family points. After a long silence, he asked, “...Are you still recruiting? My ten thousand Xiling brothers would like to join the family by marriage.”