You Want My Grand-Apprentice to Practice Dual Cultivation? I'll Tear Down the Imperial Mausoleum!

Lu Chen left Qingyun Sect a Breathing Art and a sect plaque, then lay down in a crystal coffin, agreeing to emerge three thousand years later.

When he opened his eyes again, ten thousand years had passed.

The plaque had been smashed by a divine scion, the sect leader's ribs had been broken, and his eighteen-year-old grand-disciple was kneeling before the coffin, begging for help. Three major sects had joined forces to take her back as a cultivation furnace for dual cultivation.

Lu Chen pushed open the million-jin coffin lid and first wiped the blood from the child's forehead.

"Stop kowtowing. Your ancestor is here."

The divine scion brought out an Imperial Weapon. Lu Chen crushed him and his weapon with one hand. The three sects used their seals to restrain people; he took back the ancestral seal and severed their lineages.

But there were still thirty-four empty seats at the sect's dining tables.

Pursuing the trail all the way to the Imperial Tomb, he discovered that what was enshrined inside was no emperor's virtue, but the bones of generations of Qingyun Sect disciples.

This time, he would bring the living home and carry the dead back to the mountain.

Anyone who tried to prolong their life using his grand-disciple would not be allowed to keep even their coffin.