Hearing the noise outside, Qin Mo"s eyebrows furrowed. He glanced at Lin Zizheng, who still had no sign of waking up, then rose and exited the room. 

"Old Man Wen, I heard that you have two outsiders hidden here?" The man"s loud voice rang throughout the small courtyard.

"How… How is that possible? Where did you hear this?" Old Man Wen"s voice was dry as he stutteringly replied.

When he heard Old Man Wen"s words, Qin Mo stopped, but he was already out of the house, exposing himself to the person outside.

"You dare lie to me, get lost!" The one who spoke was a young man. After spotting Qin Mo, he pushed Old Man Wen out of his way with an impatient expression.

Old Man Wen was already very old and his nascent spirit power was also not very high. So he fell directly on the ground.

Qin Mo"s expression chilled. He rushed to Old Man Wen and lifted him up. Angrily looking at the young man, he shouted, "Scram!"

Hearing Qin Mo"s shout, the young man"s eyebrows raised, "Oh, the newcomer is not timid!" Then he glared at Qin Mo and said fiercely, "No matter what your status used to be outside of the Dark Tomb, when you arrive here, you have to lie down and serve me even if you were a fighter or an imperial."

Then he burst out laughing. His right hand slowly turned into a fist and made a crisp noise. He didn"t make the slightest hesitation when he moved to fiercely smash Qin Mo"s body.

Seeing how quickly the young man took action, a fierce light flashed through Old Man Wen"s eyes. The young man took action in such a violent manner. If his punch landed on Qin Mo, the injury wouldn"t be light. Old Man Wen tried to move, but before he could act, Qin Mo held out his right hand with an indifferent expression and waved gently in the young man"s direction.

"Bang!" A clear and crisp sound rang in the air. Old Man Wen gazed at the young man"s frozen movements as if he were blocked by an invisible barrier and quickly retreated.

The whole courtyard suddenly quieted down. Old Man Wen gazed at Qin Mo in disbelief. "Nascent spirit power attack." He muttered, not expecting that in just a few short days, Qin Mo had managed to awaken his nascent spiritual power and could attack with it right away.

"Nascent spiritual power, haha…" The young man who"d been slapped by Qin Mo was gloomy. He glared at Qin Mo and spoke through gritted teeth. 

"Brat, remember this in your next life. Tomb Palace is not a place you can easily provoke as someone who recently awakened his nascent spiritual power!" The young man leaned forward and stepping heavily with his right foot. With darkness flowing through his eyes, he clenched his left hand tightly in front of his chest and a huge palm slowly formed in front of him. He laughed mockingly and fanned hard in Qin Mo"s direction. 

Seeing this giant palm, Qin Mo"s expression changed. His nascent spiritual power just awakened and his most severe attack was what he used earlier. He pulled Old Man Wen beside him and quickly retreated.

"Ha!" Suddenly, a low cry came from the other side. A man burst out and stood before Qin Mo. He slammed his hands down violently.

A rumbling of an explosion erupted… The sound of impact rang loudly in several people"s ears. For a time, the wind was strong and all the surrounding objects had turned into flying ash.

When the energy fluctuation in the middle calmed down, Qin Mo could see that it was the former unconscious Lin Zizheng standing before him.

As he looked at him, joy inevitably showed on Qin Mo"s expression. He said faintly, "You"re awake."

Lin Zizheng took back his palm and the brutal energies around them slowly disappeared without a trace. He smiled in Qin Mo"s direction. "En."

After trading a blow with Lin Zizheng, the young man was pale as he stared in their direction. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

"You will regret what you"ve done!" His gaze was like a poisonous snake, glaring at the newly emerged Lin Zizheng. In the Dark Tomb, no one dared to hurt him this much. 

As he moved, a powerful force fluctuated over him. His hands shone with a brilliant light and when he gripped his hollow hand, a huge ax appeared within it.

The ax was a light transparent color, not a substance. It was like the weapon Qin Mo had seen in the ice chamber.

"Avoid it, it is a nascent spirit power weapon." Seeing this huge ax, Old Man Wen displayed a panicked look as he pulled the two to flee.

The young man holding the huge ax fiercely hacked in their direction. With the ax, the air in their surroundings began to tremble and rush towards the three.

Lin Zizheng broke away from Old Man Wen"s hand and wrapped him in his visible nascent spiritual power. At that moment, the sky seemed to darken and the winds were blowing about harshly. Lin Zizheng grasped his right hand where an unremarkable long staff appeared. His eyes were sharp as the staff met the young man"s ax.

When the two men were about to confront each other, Qin Mo condensed his nascent spiritual power into several thin needle-like objects and sent them flying to the young man"s head.

"Boom!" When the long staff and giant ax collided fiercely, a deep sound dispersed in the air. Violent and forceful fluctuations spread sharply. As the power escalated, several people"s figures kept retreating a few steps.

In this confrontation between two weapons, Lin Zizheng and the young man were almost equal in power, which startled the old man.

"Good weapon… Ah!" The young man stared at the long staff in Lin Zizheng"s hand, his gaze s.h.i.+ning with a chilling light. But before he could finish, he felt a sharp pain in his mind, as if something was constantly stirring inside. The fine needles sent out by Qin Mo eventually shot into his head.

Seeing the situation, Lin Zizheng stepped forward. The long staff in his hand danced expertly and with a flash of light, he rushed towards the young man, carrying an aura of death.

Feeling the fierce attacks before him, the young man was so frightened that he didn"t dare neglect it. He held onto his pained head and rolled to the ground. He suddenly hit an invisible wall that kept him in place, and at that moment, Lin Zizheng"s attack landed on him without mercy.

The young man"s pupils shrank sharply, apparently not expecting that he"d be forced into such a situation by the man before him. He endured the pain and mobilized the nascent spiritual power in his mind. With eyes red, he murmured low in his voice, "Golden Bell s.h.i.+eld."

A layer of faint golden light suddenly emerged from the young man and covered his entire body. Even though his head was painful, the man"s face still showed a happy smile. The Golden Bell s.h.i.+eld involved more than half of his nascent spiritual power. He believed that he could block Lin Zizheng"s attack. 

As expected, Lin Zizheng"s long staff was blocked by the s.h.i.+eld. 

But before the man could be happy, the long staff shocked violently. In an instant, plenty of energy was injected into it. He only listened to a "click" sound, and the Golden Bell s.h.i.+eld, which he thought was unbreakable, burst open and scattered into tiny spots of light in the air.

Lin Zizheng"s blow finally landed on him.

The man"s low shout could be heard throughout the sky. When the surrounding area was quiet, Old Man Wen could see the situation of the young man. He weakly laid on the ground, his hands spread at his side, as he looked at Lin Zizheng wickedly, "You dare offend the people of the Tomb Palace. You won"t come to a good end."

Lin Zizheng"s eyes were black but a flicker of blood appeared in them. He waved the long staff, preparing to attack the young man again.

Watching the long staff coming for him, the young man"s face went pale. Not caring for his injuries, he tried to retreat while shouting, "Just you wait, the Tomb Palace will not let you go."

"I never leave behind any unwanted disease alive." Lin Zizheng"s voice was low, full of killing intent. He waved his long staff mercilessly at the man.

"Wait." Old Man Wen"s voice sounded behind him. Even when he heard him, Lin Zizheng"s movements remained unchanged, about to attack in the young man"s direction.

Seeing the anxious color on Old Man Wen"s face, Qin Mo"s eyes glinted. He directly grasped Lin Zizheng"s hand and whispered, "Wait a minute."

Held by Qin Mo, Lin Zizheng"s body stiffened. It also restrained his murderous intent and brutality. He looked down at Qin Mo"s slender fingers and replied in a whisper, "Alright."

Seeing that Lin Zizheng stopped his attack, the frozen blood of the young man once again flowed throughout his body. His sight surged, trying to say something, but then he didn"t dare open his mouth. He left the courtyard at a high speed.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the young man leave safely. Hearing the sigh, Qin Mo"s face cooled. He turned to look at Old Man Wen and said word for word, "What motive do you have?"

As Qin Mo"s voice fell, the whole s.p.a.ce quieted down. Lin Zizheng also gazed at Old Man Wen. For a while, the surrounding atmosphere was extremely tense.

Translator(s): Teo
Editor(s): Dark
Proofer(s): Sarah