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He didn’t care about it at all. He originally thought of finding a suitable opportunity to kill Xiao Yan, then refining his soul and memories to see if he could get anything useful.

Although doing so would indeed be a bit wasteful, if Xiao Yan had any seals or restrictions left in his soul from his past life, even the slightest touch could cause an explosion, making it not worth the risk.

For someone born with hostility towards him like Xiao Yan, Jiang Minghan wouldn’t keep him around; it was just a matter of timing.

Now, seeing this situation unfold, it seemed extremely fortuitous, almost as if it were meant to be.

Qingxu Holy Land accidentally unearthed a divine source master’s tomb fifty thousand years ago, was cursed, leading to the destruction of the entire holy land, leaving only a few survivors.

Fifty thousand years later, Xiao Yan emerged, becoming the foolish disciple of Qingxu Holy Land, awakening his past life memories, and leading the broken sect back to glory.

Such an opportunity seemed tailor-made for him, didn’t it?

If Jiang Minghan guessed correctly, Xiao Yan was probably proficient in source techniques, formations, and various other esoteric skills.

Otherwise, with his current cultivation and ability, he could never approach a tomb of a divine source master, let alone obtain its opportunities.

“Every nine thousand years, the ancestor would return once and take away a descendant, so our lineage has long been in decline. By my generation, I am the only one left…”

Seeing Jiang Minghan lost in thought, Qingxu Zi continued with a sorrowful expression.

In the end, he became somewhat emotional, believing their lineage was cursed because their ancestor was too greedy.

Disturbing the eternal rest of a divine source master, digging up his tomb, and suffering the consequences was indeed deserved.

He couldn’t blame others.

“So, you should know the exact location of the tomb your ancestor dug up?”

Jiang Minghan returned to his thoughts, speaking calmly.

The curse on Qingxu Zi’s lineage meant nothing to him. He didn’t have the time to care.

Qingxu Zi thought Jiang Minghan would inquire about the curse, his expression stiffening slightly.

But he answered honestly,

“Reporting to Young Master Jiang, after fifty thousand years, the mining area near the Divine Ruins Mine has long been divided among other forces.”

“I don’t know the exact location, only a general area based on my father’s stories.”

As the young master of the hidden immortal clan, if Jiang Minghan wanted to excavate that area, it would only take a word.

But Qingxu Zi always felt that place was ominous. After the mine collapse, almost all the disciples and elders who went there were buried.

After so many thousands of years, who knows if the location still exists?

Moreover, a grand excavation would likely attract many forces’ attention.

A divine source master’s tomb would undoubtedly have many treasures, despite its curses.

Divine source masters, walking between life and death, had seen the Netherworld. Their accumulated treasures were priceless.

Otherwise, the sect master of Qingxu Holy Land wouldn’t have taken such a huge risk, secretly sending so many disciples and elders.

Ultimately, wealth and profit move people’s hearts.

“Only a rough location?”

Jiang Minghan raised an eyebrow. He didn’t care about the divine source master’s legacy.

For him, the Book of Death was key, a tool that ignored gear levels and realm differences, a true killing book.

“Young Master Jiang, Master, please have some tea.”

At this moment, Xiao Hongdou walked in with tea, her flawless face slightly made up, looking even more radiant, clearly having dressed up for Jiang Minghan’s unexpected visit.

Seeing Xiao Hongdou enter, Qingxu Zi fell silent, closing his eyes, not mentioning the previous topic.

“Thank you, Miss Hongdou.” Jiang Minghan returned to his senses, smiling slightly.

He sat on a stone bench, a peach blossom tree Xiao Hongdou had planted a few years ago blooming brilliantly, its petals sparkling, incredibly beautiful.

The tea’s aroma filled the air.

Jiang Minghan, dressed in white, gently placed the teacup down, his expression calm and natural.

This scene, in the eyes of Qingxu Zi and Xiao Hongdou, made him appear even more extraordinary and otherworldly.

Xiao Hongdou was so entranced by him that she almost forgot to pour tea for Jiang Minghan.

It took a light cough from Qingxu Zi to bring her back to her senses, a slight blush appearing on her fair face.

“Sorry, Young Master Jiang…”

Seeing Jiang Minghan smile at her, she stammered, grabbing the teapot to pour tea for him.

But as she walked over, she suddenly felt a sharp pain, as if an invisible force had struck her ankle, causing her to lose balance and fall forward.

Seeing her about to fall, Jiang Minghan looked surprised, then reached out to catch her.

At the same time, an invisible force appeared, recollecting the spilled tea, not a drop wasted.

“No need to rush, Miss Hongdou. Are you alright?”

A gentle voice like jade sounded before her.

“I’m… I’m fine…”

Xiao Hongdou suddenly felt dizzy, her face turning red as a cooked shrimp.

She didn’t know what had happened, why she suddenly fell.

Qingxu Zi was also stunned, not expecting his disciple to fall at such a moment, conveniently into Jiang Minghan’s arms.

Could this be the result of her immense luck? Even the heavens seemed to help her?

Xiao Hongdou felt unsteady, almost unable to stand.

At this moment, the system’s prompt sounded in Jiang Minghan’s mind.

“Ding, binding Tianjiao…”

“Binding successful. Current system level: lv3, can bind three Tianjiao. One bound. The number of Tianjiao the system can bind increases with upgrades.”

“Current bound target: Xiao Hongdou.”

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Name: Xiao Hongdou

Cultivation: Late Divine Ability Realm

Physique: Benevolent Soul of Nine Lifetimes (Heavenly Blessings, Merit Protection, Nine Lives of Good Deeds, Immense Luck)

Talent: Merit Soul Light (Effectively dispels all evil spirits, supreme yang energy.)

Cultivation Techniques and Divine Abilities: Biluochao Sheng Jue, Wanchu Sword Technique, Huayu Palm…

Luck Level: Purple with Gold (From low to high: Red, Orange, Yellow, Green, Blue, Purple)

Much information about Xiao Hongdou appeared in Jiang Minghan’s mind.

He wasn’t surprised.

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