"Has the Tiger Rider come?" Liu Dixian asked, his face filled with excitement and tension.

Before Yang Ruqing could reply, the Mo Xie sword in her hand suddenly trembled. Its blade heated up, and a powerful force surged through her arm, flowing into her entire body. This sudden surge of power filled her with excitement.

“Let it be whatever it rides, as long as I get to chop off one of its claws today!” Yang Ruqing exclaimed excitedly.

As soon as the words left his mouth, a cold light appeared in his hand. It flashed across the night, leaving behind a chilling arc. His figure then leaped into the air with agility, performing a somersault before landing gracefully in the center of the graveyard, stepping on top of a tombstone.

Holding a sword in hand, he drew a dazzling sword flower. Then, gripping the sword with both hands and roaring loudly, he slashed out a streak of azure sword qi towards the direction where the wind howled...

The wind died down suddenly, and all was silent once more.

Yang Ruqing still held the sword in the same posture, but she turned her head to look at Liu Dixian behind her, her eyes questioning.

Liu Dixian also came to Yang Ruqing's side. He looked around and said, "The one riding the tiger has left."

“Gone? Was it my sword that scared them off?” Yang Ruqing asked.

Liu Dixian's gaze returned to the Mo Xie Sword in Yang Ruoqing's hand, his pupils shrinking suddenly.

"This sword is no ordinary one! With this sword by her side, Madam Luo need not fear even the most treacherous dragon's lair or tiger's den!"

Hearing Liu Dixian's words, Yang Ruqing smiled happily.

She raised two fingers and gently traced the blade of Mo Xie sword, a smug smile playing on her lips. Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

"To be honest with you, this sword resonates with my heart." she said.

Liu Dixian said, "I hear that only Lady Luo can draw this sword from its scabbard. No one else can, not even General Luo, who is so valiant."

Yang Ruoqing nodded.

Liu DIXian exclaimed again, “A sword that recognizes its master is a treasure with spirituality. However, this treasure depends on who wields it. In your hands, Madam Luo, it can truly shine. In anyone else's hands, it would be nothing more than an ordinary piece of iron for starting fires. Don’t you agree?”

An iron rod for starting a fire?

Yang Ruqing was amused by Liu Di Xian's simile.

"Yes, that's exactly right."

The Mo Xie Sword in his hand seemed to understand Liu Di Xian's teasing, its blade trembling slightly and letting out a low hum.

It seems like there's a protest against the term "fire stick."

Yang Ruohua smiled and raised her hand to hold it. "You are my treasure, priceless!"

The sword qi dissipated, the Mo Xie Sword becoming as docile as a child before sinking into slumber.

Yang Ruqing sheathed her sword and jumped down from the grave.

The grave was the deceased's yin residence, and standing on someone else's roof was ultimately impolite, so she jumped down to speak with Liu Di Xian.

"Sir, what shall we do next?" she asked.

Liu Di Xian stroked his beard, pondered for a moment, and said: "It seems there won't be any other movement tonight. Let's return to the village first and discuss it further when we get back!"

When the two returned to the village, they found that the main hall of their home was brightly lit. Yang Huazhong and Luo Tiejiang were sitting opposite each other, drinking tea and chatting while waiting for them to come back.

“I’m back!”

Yang Huazhong saw it first and hurried to the doorway of the main hall.

"How's it going? What's the situation with that tiger rider? Did he come out tonight?" Yang Huazhong asked eagerly.

Yang Ruqing said, “They came out, but they didn't even get to see my face before they were scared away by my sword.”

“Ah?” Yang Huazhong was taken aback.

Liu Dixian immediately came in and told Yang Huazhong and Luo Tiejiang about what had happened earlier at the graveyard.

Yang Huazhong and Luo Tiejiang both listened with astonishment. Although they hadn't been there in person, just thinking about the scene gave them chills.

“Those who ride tigers are perhaps wild beasts from the mountains and forests, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, gaining spirituality, but not yet forming a grand atmosphere. They can only come out to bully those homeless solitary souls and wandering ghosts...”

Liu Dixian pondered for a while before making such a guess about the unknown creature riding a tiger.

Yang Huazhong and the others all nodded.

The blacksmith Luo said: "This Sleeping Ox Mountain stretches for hundreds of miles, with countless peaks inside the mountain. There are many deep mountains and old forests where almost no one lives. Those places might hide all sorts of strange things that we've never seen or heard of!"

Yang Huazhong also agreed: "Yes, I remember when I was eight or nine years old, one summer night it rained very heavily. There were flashes of lightning and thunder."

"The raindrops fell from the well in the middle of our old Yang family's house, landing in the well. My mother scooped up some water and looked at it in the lamplight,"

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"Good heavens, that's not rainwater from the sky! It's red clay water all over, smelling strongly of earth."

After several days of rain, the sun came out. Someone went into the mountains and found a huge cave at the back of a cliff. The whole cliff looked like it had collapsed, and there was a lot of bird feathers on the ground.

Yang Huazhong having said this, also triggered the memory of Lu Tiejiang.

"Lao San, I remember what you're talking about!" Luo Tiejiang said.

Then someone asked Li Shenpo, the fortune teller. Li Shenpo said that it was a mountain sparrow in the mountains that had cultivated into a spirit and wanted to ascend to immortality during a tribulation. The old heavens sent thunder and lightning to punish the sparrow.

"If this sparrow survives the ninety-nine and eighty-one bolts of lightning, it can ascend to immortality!"

Yang Ruqing couldn't help but ask, "So, did that sparrow finally ascend to heaven?"

Yang Huazhong and Lu Tiejiang both shook their heads. “I don’t know, but after that, there hasn’t been another heavy downpour of reddish mud water near our Mian Niushan.”

“Have you seen any bodies of sparrows around here? Like, burnt ones?” Liu Dixian also asked.

Yang Huazhong shook his head again, "I haven't heard of it either."

Liu Di Xian stroked his beard and pondered, "Either he has successfully passed the tribulation, or, he failed, suffered serious injuries, and lost his cultivation. Therefore, he's hiding to cultivate again."

“To cultivate again? Wouldn't that mean I would have to go through tribulation and endure that torrential rain of red mud again?” Yang Huazhong asked.

Liu Dixian smiled and shook his head.

“These things absorb spiritual energy for cultivation and to cross tribulations, all starting at a hundred years as a minimum. Our mortal bodies, ordinary people's lifespans are only a single generation. In their eyes, we're like insects compared to human lifespans. Rest assured, none of the men, women, young or old in this house, or even the entire village, will ever see such a sight in their lifetime.”

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Yang Huazhong smiled sheepishly, "Mr. is right, I'm worrying too much, hehe."

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Yang Ruqing said, "Father, Uncle, earlier when I was with Mr. Liu at the graveyard, I saw a pair of old ghosts as well. One old man had a lantern on his head and there was a conspicuous cow dung mole near his left eyebrow."

The old woman hunched over with her back curved, almost touching the ground. The old woman must live in the mass grave area, but the old man doesn't. The old man specifically goes to find the old woman.

"It's a shame they just met and were scared away by the one riding the tiger. Oh well, I guess no matter what era it is, it's always the strong who prey on the weak!"

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