101: Chapter 101 Funeral Shop

On the other side, Bai Yu pulled out a handkerchief and wiped away the dense cold sweat on his face.

Ignoring the ruined instruments all over the room, he walked straight up to the charred bronze tripod.

Bai Yu found a broken metal detector rod and carefully rummaged through the thick layer of black ash inside the tripod.

A moment later, he fished out a charred small bronze box.

Bai Yu walked quickly over to Lin Ye and handed the small bronze box over.

"Mr. Lin, the Sui evil spirit in this tripod has been transcended by you. However, the fragments of the underground palace map at the bottom have been preserved intact."

Lin Ye took the bronze box.

Ancient Western Zhou runes were carved on the surface of the box. Having endured two thousand years of water immersion and electric shocks, they were still clearly discernible.

Bai Yu pushed up his glasses and said in a firm tone, "This is the entrance key to the Yellow Springs underground palace built by a certain ancient prince of Great Xia two thousand years ago in pursuit of immortality."

Lin Ye held the bronze box in his palm, turned his head, and exchanged a glance with Leng Yue.

The autumn rain outside fell in a drizzle once again.

The raindrops hit the window glass, making a monotonous white noise.

Lin Ye put the bronze box away into the compartment of his tactical backpack.

He turned his head and looked at Bai Yu, who was slumped in the chair, looking utterly exhausted yet barely able to conceal his excitement.

A malicious smile hung on the corner of Lin Ye's mouth.

"Old Bai."

"The losses from tonight's power outage at Jiang University, along with this room full of scrapped precision instruments, can all be chalked up to your archaeology department. I'm just a passing Funeral Shop owner, and I know nothing about it."

Bai Yu weakly adjusted his glasses, his mouth twitching as he could only roll his eyes heavily.

"Rest assured, Mr. Lin, the department has special funds to reimburse the losses incurred from academic exploration."

Lin Ye nodded with satisfaction.

Braving the night rain, the four of them silently left the red-brick building.

The night was long, and the rain in Jiangzhou was still falling leisurely.

The renovation project of the Taiping Old Street Funeral Shop was proceeding in full swing.

Lin Ye brought the three women back to their temporarily rented homestay suite.

As soon as the door was pushed open, a rich aroma of instant noodles rushed over their faces.

On the coffee table in the living room sat two half-eaten buckets of braised beef instant noodles.

Ayugu cheered and threw herself at the sofa: "We're finally home! This young lady is going to play a few ranked matches to calm her nerves!"

She skillfully kicked off her shoes, sat cross-legged on the carpet, took out her phone, and logged into the game.

Frost Star yawned and climbed straight into the oversized refrigerator in the kitchen, leaving only a calf in a white sock dangling outside.

Lin Ye changed out of his sweat-drenched clothes and walked into the bathroom to take a hot shower.

The running water washed over his exhausted body.

He closed his eyes, continuously replaying the battle scenes from tonight's laboratory in his mind.

The combination of Pure Yang lightning fire and tens of thousands of volts of high voltage opened up a brand new door for him.

The integration of traditional Taoist magic and modern technology was definitely the ultimate trump card for dealing with those ancient evil specters in the future.

Drying his body, Lin Ye slipped into a pair of loose cotton pajama pants and walked out of the bathroom with his upper body bare.

In the bedroom.

Leng Yue had already changed into that dark green silk bathrobe.

She sat on the edge of the bed, holding a comb in her hand, leisurely combing her long silver-white hair.

Hearing the footsteps, Leng Yue stopped the movement in her hands.

She turned her head, her deep red pupils shimmering with watery light under the dim wall lamp.

"Husband, come over here."

She parted her red lips slightly, her voice carrying an unresolvable charm and laziness.

Lin Ye walked over to the bed and sat down.

Leng Yue put down the comb and naturally wrapped her arms around Lin Ye's neck.

She pressed her cheek against Lin Ye's solid chest, listening to the strong and powerful heartbeat.

"Husband's display of lightning magic tonight was truly terrifying in its might."

Leng Yue's fingertips lightly drew circles on Lin Ye's wide back.

"That kind of violent thunder and lightning power... even in my prime, if I took it head-on, I'm afraid a layer of skin would be peeled off."

Lin Ye chuckled softly and wrapped his large hand around her slender and flexible waist.

"What, are you scared?"

"This concubine is not scared."

Leng Yue raised her head, a strand of silver hair brushing across Lin Ye's collarbone.

Deep in her eyes lay a profound attachment.

"The stronger Husband is, the happier this concubine becomes. In this troubled world, only by staying by Husband's side does this concubine feel secure."

She straightened her body slightly, closing the distance between them to the point where their breaths could be heard.

The cold fragrance of the Manjusaka became increasingly rich, filling the entire room.

Leng Yue's lips brushed lightly across Lin Ye's jawline, leaving a trace of slightly cool dampness.

Her warm breath sprayed against Lin Ye's ear, stirring up a continuous series of numbness and tremors.

"It's late, Husband. It's time to rest."

As her words fell, she proactively offered her red lips, completely sealing away the rest of Lin Ye's words between their lips and teeth.

The scorching heat of Pure Yang and the freezing cold of the Drought Demon once again unfolded a hearty and thorough clash in this quiet autumn night.

The night rain tapped against the window, and the spring scenery inside the room was boundless.

The next morning.

The sunlight was bright, and the blue sky was washed clean.

Lin Ye walked out of the bedroom feeling refreshed.

After a night of deep dual cultivation, the Pure Yang origin consumed within his body was not only fully replenished, but the toughness of his meridians was once again strengthened.

In the living room, Ayugu was sprawled out flat on the sofa, fast asleep, with her phone dropped on the carpet, its screen showing the match settlement interface of a consecutive losing streak in ranked matches.

Frost Star poked her head out of the refrigerator and rubbed her sleepy heterochromatic eyes.

"Good morning."

Lin Ye smiled and rubbed her head, casually taking a box of milk from the refrigerator and handing it to her.

"Go wash your face and brush your teeth. Today I'll take you to eat the most famous crab roe buns in Jiangzhou."

After breakfast, Lin Ye received a phone call from Fatty Wang.

"Ye-zi! Great news!"

Fatty was so excited on the other end of the phone that his voice cracked.

"The construction team worked overtime, and the main structure of the underground quiet room in the backyard is already completed! All the obsidian has been laid."

"That woman Su Qinghan really has some tricks up her sleeve; that basement was built like an underground palace, extremely grand!"

A trace of joy flashed in Lin Ye's eyes.

"Well done. Have the construction team settle their accounts and leave; we'll handle the remaining finishing work ourselves."

Hanging up the phone, Lin Ye called Leng Yue, Frost Star, and Ayugu, and drove to Taiping Old Street.

The construction hoarding in front of the Funeral Shop had already been removed.

Pushing open the brand-new glass doors, the space in the front hall was completely expanded.

The originally dark and damp layout was swept away, replaced by a spacious and bright minimalist industrial style design.

The steel-structured load-bearing pillars steadily supported the second floor, and several huge floor-to-ceiling windows brought in ample natural light.

Passing through the front hall, they came to the backyard.

In the center of the patio, a black stone step passageway leading underground suddenly came into view.

Lin Ye walked down into the basement along the stone steps.

Ten meters underground, a quiet room covering nearly a hundred square meters presented itself before everyone.

The surrounding walls, floor, and ceiling were all cut and spliced together from whole blocks of top-grade obsidian.

The surface of the obsidian had been finely polished, and under the illumination of the cold light source, it exuded a deep and gloomy luster.

In the center of the quiet room, an octagonal array disk carved from a century-old lightning-struck wood was steadily embedded in the ground.

This was precisely the core array eye of the Mysterious-tier Yin-Gathering Array.

"Husband, the Yin-gathering effect of this place is practically comparable to a top-tier corpse-raising land."

Leng Yue looked around, her deep red pupils filled with shock.

She could clearly feel that this basement was frantically absorbing the Yin Qi of the surrounding earth veins, transforming it into the purest and gentlest energy, and storing it within this enclosed space.

Frost Star was so excited that she started rolling around on the obsidian floor.

"So cool! So comfortable! Frost Star is going to sleep here from now on, and no one can chase me away!"

The little girl hugged an obsidian pillar and stubbornly refused to let go.

Lin Ye nodded with satisfaction.

These tens of millions in renovation funds were truly spent worthily beyond value.

"Array, activate!"

Lin Ye pinched a spell formula, and a streak of Pure Yang True Qi was driven into the array eye.

The array patterns on the obsidian walls instantly lit up with a deep blue light.

The air in the entire basement became viscous, and visible white Yin mist converged from all directions, enveloping the entire quiet room within it.

The tens-of-millions-level renovation project of the Funeral Shop was successfully completed.

This dilapidated shop hidden in the bustling market officially transformed into the most mysterious and indestructible metaphysical fortress in Jiangzhou's underworld.

Lin Ye stood in the center of the quiet room wreathed in Yin mist, flanked by two peerlessly stunning zombie wives.