Chapter 184: The Mysterious Three Eyes

Chapter 184: The Mysterious Three Eyes

Before that day, Lu Chen had never known about this strange and mysterious place within Kunlun Mountain. Sometimes, when he thought about it, he found the Yizhong Cemetery to be a very eerie place. It seemed out of place for such a prestigious sect like Kunlun to have something so mundane, yet it existed, and appeared to have a long history.

Lu Chen had never heard anyone mention anything about the Yizhong Cemetery. It seemed as though everyone ignored it, much like the shadowy gloom that always surrounded the area. It was as if the cemetery had always been outside of people’s awareness.

People didn’t know about it, but it had always existed.

This kind of situation is not uncommon in the world. There are many things and people we’ve never seen or heard of, so we think they don’t exist or aren’t possible. Even when we occasionally discover something, we always use our imagination to speculate about its nature.

Lu Chen, of course, wasn’t like this. Compared to most cultivators in the cultivation world, his current cultivation level might be low, but his experience and insight had grown considerably from encountering many people and events. He understood this principle well.

He was indeed surprised by the sudden appearance of the Yizhong Cemetery, but instead of making guesses, he knew he needed to investigate thoroughly. When something seems unusual, it warrants investigation. The cemetery’s presence in Kunlun Mountain seemed too odd and abrupt. However, even with his suspicions, he might not have risked visiting it if it were just a place for unclaimed corpses.

The main reason he sneaked into the nameless peak that night was that he had seen He Yi come there.

He Yi, nowadays, was like a poisonous snake hidden in the shadows, coldly and diligently searching for the killer’s whereabouts. If he came to the Yizhong Cemetery, he must have discovered something there.

What exactly did He Yi find in the Yizhong Cemetery?

Lu Chen was determined to find out. A shadow’s patience is indisputable, but no one can question a shadow’s resolve.

Just like in the Battle of the Desolate Valley ten years ago, no one had given any orders, no one had told him what to do, but at that critical moment, he acted decisively.

As he moved swiftly through the darkness, for some reason—perhaps because the night wind was too cold—he suddenly felt a chill in his chest.

It’s been ten years since he last saw her, hasn’t it...?

As time passed, her once-beautiful face seemed to fade in his memory, just like all the memories of the world. The only thing that remained clear and engraved in his heart was her name.

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The curfew in Kunlun Sect was an ancient rule, its duration unknown. It had existed since the time everyone, including the Nascent Soul True Immortals, first set foot on Kunlun Mountain.

Perhaps, it was established by the founders, Kun Yuanzi and Tie Luo?

But what was the purpose of this curfew rule?

Lu Chen didn’t know. In fact, during his time on Kunlun Mountain, he had sneaked out of his house several times in the dead of night, moving stealthily through the darkness.

For this reason, he found the curfew on Kunlun Mountain particularly puzzling.

By the candlelight, Lu Chen could clearly see the man’s expression. He seemed indifferent, not intending to speak with anyone. After looking around, he calmly said, “Honored guest, please reveal yourself. If there’s nothing else, I’ll go back to sleep.”

Lu Chen quietly observed the corpse watcher, remaining hidden in the darkness, silent and even holding his breath.

The corpse watcher waited for a moment longer, then indeed turned and walked back into the courtyard. The black gate closed with a creak behind him.

Lu Chen looked down at himself, not finding anything unusual. He couldn’t figure out why he had been almost caught twice by the corpse watcher, who seemed to sense something wrong but couldn’t pinpoint the intruder, making it awkward.

Should he go in now?

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He stood outside the Yizhong Cemetery in the darkness for an hour, not daring to go forward. He just looked up, surveying the majestic peaks and the terrain. Before the second hour arrived, he suddenly turned and left.

It was still pitch black, but technically a new day had begun.

There were twenty days left until the next full moon.

Lu Chen silently left the Yizhong area, unaware that after he left, the corpse watcher didn’t go to sleep as he had said. Instead, he stood alone in the courtyard, seemingly listening intently. Only after Lu Chen had left did the corpse watcher relax.

He looked up at the sky and suddenly muttered to himself, “Kunlun Sect has produced quite a few geniuses in recent years. Their future prospects are truly limitless.”

Lu Chen hurried through the night, planning to return to Feiyan Platform before dawn. Though it was unlikely that Su Qingjun would come out to patrol early in the morning—she had a peculiar and amusing habit of loving to sleep.

The night Su Qingjun was seriously injured, Lu Chen had entered her cave once. Although he never admitted it, saying he had never been inside, he did see some things he shouldn’t have.

Su Qingjun seemed to have a split personality; she was dignified and beautiful in front of others but surprisingly lazy in private. Lu Chen clearly remembered seeing Su Qingjun’s bed in her cave that night—everything was clean and tidy.

Except the quilt wasn’t folded.

Thinking about this made him chuckle inwardly, though Su Qingjun had probably warned him, so he never spoke of it. Sometimes, he still found it funny, wondering if Su Qingjun could avoid her future husband’s notice if she ever got married.

The night wind blew cold as he walked briskly along the mountain path.

Suddenly, a strange sound came from the darkness somewhere. It sounded like a beast smacking its lips or a hungry wolf drooling with hunger.

Lu Chen abruptly stopped.

In the darkness ahead, in what seemed like the peaceful and quiet Kunlun Mountain night of thousands of years, three green flames appeared in a triangular formation, like a head with three eyes, eerily appearing before him. (To be continued.)