"Why haven't so many of us been pulled out, yet Chen'er managed to?" Yang Ruqing was excited but also bewildered. Her mind raced with a hundred unanswered questions.

Although she knew her son was excellent, in this tomb, Luo Fengtang and Zuo Junmo's level of excellence wasn't inferior to Chen'er at all!

Luo Fengtang, the illustrious national general, was a pillar of the state. In the common people's words, while the top scholar was like the literary star Wenqu descending to earth, someone like Luo Fengtang, a general of his stature, was as if the martial star Wuqu had been reborn.

As for Zuo Junmo, he is a descendant of the Mo family. Both of them are extraordinary individuals and should possess the qualifications to draw their swords.

Why did Ganjiang insist on choosing the nine-year-old Chen'er?

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"Look at the red earth in the Sword Tomb!" Left Junmo pointed with his finger towards where they had buried the sword previously.

Gan Jiang burst forth from the earth, revealing a crimson expanse below, emanating a faint scent of blood. One could even make out something resembling veins within it.

“Those sinew-like things are the roots of Ghost Willow, and this red might be blood vessels.” Left Junmo continued to explain for everyone.

>Because Chen'er was bound by Gui Liu, her essence blood was absorbed by Gui Liu. It was transmitted to the ground through Gui Liu's vines and nourished Gan Jiang Sword!

Left Junmo said this, Luo Fengtang also instantly understood.

“Throughout history, swords, especially those with spirits, were awakened using human blood. So it was Chen’er's blood that roused Gan Jiang to life, which is why Gan Jiang instinctively recognized Chen’er as his master!” Luo Fengtang said.

Zuo Junmo nodded, tacitly accepting Luo Fengtang's words.

"Perhaps, this place is not actually the tomb of that prince, but a sword grave, or maybe this isn't a sword grave at all, but rather an honorary tomb for the prince!" Zu Junmo added.

"Look, on the mural, isn't the prince's sword just a hilt and no blade?" he asked.

Everyone's gaze returned to the mural, hey, it really is!

　　Yang Ruqing suddenly had a feeling of enlightenment, "I suddenly remembered that year when I went to Zangjian Mountain Villa and also heard this saying. Goodness gracious! I didn't expect that this ghost willow almost ate my child, Chen'er, but it also brought such good fortune to my child. There's a saying: misfortune and good fortune are intertwined, which is indeed true..."

Before he could finish his words, the ground beneath them suddenly started to move, causing the entire tomb to shake.

"Was there an earthquake?" Yang Ruqing asked.

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"Bad, the tomb is about to collapse!" Zu Junmo said.

Chen'er said, "It must have been me who drew the sword and triggered some mechanism. Should I put the sword back?"

Yang Ruoqing kept her posture steady while smiling at him, "You silly boy, the sword itself is showing its willingness to follow you. What else are you waiting for? Take it and let's get out of here!"

"Come this way!"

Luo Fengtang rushed to Yang Ruqing's side like the wind, grabbed her waist, and pulled Chen'er's hand, rushing out.

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As soon as several people stepped out of the tomb, they saw the building behind them collapse with a deafening roar, reduced to rubble.

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And the ground shook, causing rocks to tumble down the cliff face.

In the blink of an eye, the dark opening through which they had entered moments before was completely sealed.

"Oh no, we're trapped!" Yang Ruqing said.

Zuo Junmo and Chen'er were both trying hard to find other exits. Luofengtang took a look around, and finally his heart sank, "Follow me!"

When the four people entered Ziwei Cave, the sun had just risen in the east. By the time they climbed up from the bottom of the cliff, the cold mountain wind blew through, and the sun had already set, leaving a few streaks of afterglow in the western sky.

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"My goodness, the tomb is actually under the Two Fingers Peak? This is too well hidden!" Yang Ruqing climbed to her feet and looked around at the scenery, unable to help but marvel.

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Although Chen'er's little pretty face was covered in dust, dark and grimy, the eyes that were exposed were strangely bright.

"Mother, we stood up there before and couldn't even see the bottom of Mount Shuangzhi. But look at us now, we actually climbed up from the bottom! We're so amazing!" he exclaimed excitedly.

This trip, he really felt like he broadened his horizons!

Left Junmo also laughed, lightly panting and said: "This road was found by Feng Tang, it's the most difficult one to walk."

Yes, as they climbed upward, the sheer cliff face was teeming with all manner of strange and unusual snakes, insects, rodents, and ants.

With Ganjiang and Mo Xie by my side, I fear no roadblocks.

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“When it comes to life and death, there's no difference between a difficult path and an easy one. There are only two paths: the path of death and the path of life.” Luofeng Tang said in a deep voice.

Gazing at the sunset in the west, he recalled his past years of bloody battles. The comrades and brothers around him had changed one after another.

Some people, by their own death, make it possible for their brothers and comrades to live!

Those people will forever be etched in the hearts of the living, until the end of time.

Just as Luo Fengtang was lost in thought, a soft hand gently rested on his shoulder.

He looked up and met Yang Ruohong's gentle eyes.

Luò Fēng Táng's lips curled into a slight arc, raising his hand to tightly grasp hers.

Seeing the scratches on his back, Yang Ruqing's pupils shrank slightly.

That was what he left behind when he was climbing the cliff face to protect her and Chen'er.

At that moment, she could clearly feel that if death were to come, he would without hesitation entrust his hope of survival to her and Chen'er.

This is his protection over their mother and son.

Actually, she can do it too.

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If someone must be sacrificed to allow others to escape, she is willing to give up her own life as long as they survive.

But these are all last resorts. The most ideal scenario, and what we should all strive for, is to live together like we are right now!

“Father, Mother, Uncle Zhao, look what I brought back.” Chen’er’s voice interrupted Yang Ruqing’s thoughts, and also broke her gaze with Luofengtang.

"What did you bring?" Zuo Junmo asked curiously.

Then Chen'er took out something from her bosom that resembled a bird's nest. It was about the size of an adult fist, pink in color, and inside held three things resembling bird eggs.

"When I was climbing the cliff earlier, I saw a snake trying to eat the bird eggs in this nest. The mother bird fought with the snake but was bitten to death. I couldn't bear to see that, so I hid these three eggs and their nest together." Chen'er said.

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Left Junmo walked over and sized up the bird's nest and eggs in Chen'er's hands.

“This is a golden swallow's egg.” Left Junmo said.

“And in your hands, this bird’s nest is a blood swallow’s nest. A blood swallow’s nest, the finest among nests, extremely nourishing and invaluable!” Left Junmo added.

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