The number one on the Demon Hunting List must surely be someone at the very peak of the pyramid—perhaps even those in the Ascension Realm would lower their heads in respect.
Curious, I asked Zhan Ling, "What level of power is the top ranker?"
Zhan Ling replied, "No one knows about number one, but I heard number two is in the Great Void Realm."
If number two is Great Void, then number one must be at least in the Transcendence Realm.
I don't really grasp the cultivation levels, but I understand power. Someone in the Ascension Realm can already break through the Five Ghost Killing Formation; someone in the Transcendence Realm must be like Zuo Daoran—appearing and disappearing at will, a godlike figure.
Huang Jiu said excitedly, "We still have a Demon Hunting Token. If we invite them to help for a month, we could sweep across all realms..."
Before he could finish, Zhan Ling cut in, "If you really try that, they might be the first to kill you. Besides, I heard the number one is a woman."
"A woman?" Huang Jiu's eyes widened. "No wonder she has a temper. To cultivate to that level, she must be some old lady in menopause..."
Zhan Ling turned her head away, clearly speechless and unwilling to engage with Huang Jiu.
I was in a good mood and shared a few wild fantasies with Huang Jiu. Realistically, though, if that person actually showed up, we wouldn't even dare breathe.
By the time I came back to my senses, the car was already halfway up the mountain. There were quite a few luxury sedans parked ahead—clearly, we had arrived at our destination.
I stopped thinking about anything else. Our main goal today was to make money. But fifty million yuan? That wouldn't be easy to earn.
Jin Qiaoqiao parked the car. Once we caught up, we walked toward the crowd together.
It was obvious that this was a prosperous family—there were about forty to fifty luxury cars. The people around were all in suits and ties, looking every bit the successful elites.
Jin Qiaoqiao led us over. A man in his early thirties ended a conversation and walked toward us with a smile.
From a few steps away, he greeted, "You must be Qiaoqiao, the niece of Master Jin the God of Wealth?"
Jin Qiaoqiao shook his hand confidently and said, "Hello, Mr. Han. My uncle should've explained everything to you."
Han? The name sounded familiar.
Zhan Ling whispered, "The real estate developer behind your neighborhood is one of the Han family's companies. I've heard they own half the provincial capital."
Han Chu, from the Han Group.
No wonder they could offer fifty million just like that.
Huang Jiu, squatting on my shoulder, muttered, "They said some people would get rich first, but damn, this is ridiculous."
I felt the same way.
While the wealthy indulge in luxury, the poor still toil from dawn till dusk.
But that's life. Every era has its own fairness.
Some dwell in deep ditches, others in high towers. Some shine brilliantly, others rust in darkness.
If you can't rise up, you can blame your fate—but not the rich.
Once Jin Qiaoqiao finished talking with Han Chu, she motioned for us to come over.
She introduced us: "Mr. Han, these are my partners. We're responsible for your family's ancestral tomb relocation."
Han Chu looked at me and frowned slightly, probably because I seemed too young.
Jin Qiaoqiao quickly explained, "He's the one my uncle personally recommended—his name is Li Yang."
Han Chu's expression softened upon hearing that. He shook my hand and said, "Mr. Li, I'll be counting on you for this matter."
I used to think rich kids were all arrogant and irresponsible.
But now I see that such spoiled second-generation types are rare. After all, they have access to the best education—something we ordinary folks can't compare with.
I said, "It's my duty, Mr. Han."
Han Chu nodded. "Please wait a moment. After we finish the ancestral rites, you can begin."
I asked, "Mr. Han, if it's not too much trouble, I'd like to take a look at the new tomb site first."
The Nine Yin Wealth-Gathering formation changes every ten years. Jin Qiaoqiao hadn't mentioned selecting a site, so it must've been chosen earlier by Jin Youcai.
But since we're handling the reburial, we should check it out ourselves for peace of mind.
Han Chu replied, "The site was chosen personally by Master Jin. There shouldn't be any issues."
In other words, he didn't want me to go.
After all, the location of the new tomb would influence the Han family's future fortune—too critical to take lightly.
But I insisted, because Jin Qiaoqiao once said this case might help my second uncle, and I was curious how something happening here could affect someone all the way in Shennongjia.
Sensing my persistence, Jin Qiaoqiao leaned in and whispered, "Mr. Han, Li Yang is the disciple of a geomancer. He's skilled in feng shui."
"Oh?" Han Chu said. "In that case, I'll arrange someone to take you. It's not far—just on the same mountain."
He returned to the group, and soon a bodyguard-type figure came over to lead us up the mountain.
Looking over the terrain, I found the feng shui here to be mediocre overall.
But the mountain peak dipped inward like a treasure bowl.
Even better, this mountain was connected to nine others, all surrounded by rivers.
As the saying goes: where water flows, yin gathers, and wind is born.
However, Zuo Daoran once noted in his manuscripts: "Nine Yin Gathers Wealth, Ten Rooms Lie Empty."
Too much yin may bring riches, but it can also harm the health of future generations.
Yet I just observed the Han family—they had plenty of descendants.
Clearly, they had found a way to neutralize the yin.
The best method? Raising a corpse.
By keeping a corpse in the tomb to absorb the excess yin, the energy becomes harmless.
Jin Qiaoqiao had hinted at this before, and I'd already suspected it then.
Now I was certain—there wasn't just a possibility of a zombie; there must be one in the coffin.
"Be extra cautious when the coffin is opened," I warned Zhan Ling and the others. "We can't afford mistakes."
Jin Qiaoqiao asked, "Are you sure the body turned?"
I nodded.
Something occurred to me, and I asked her, "Did you ever ask the Han family whether there's one body or two in the coffin?"
She replied, "What kind of family buries two people in one coffin?"
I explained, "In a Nine Yin Wealth-Gathering formation, while it gathers wealth, it also collects yin. To reduce harm to descendants, people often raise a corpse in the tomb."
"If the Han family could commission such a formation three hundred years ago, they were surely powerful. And the corpse doesn't have to be their ancestor—it could be someone else's."
After hearing this, Jin Qiaoqiao called Han Chu and put it on speaker.
But when she asked, Han Chu stammered and said he didn't know the specifics.
I frowned and took over the conversation: "There was an incident ten years ago—you must've reinterred the body then. How could you not know?"
Han Chu, growing impatient, replied, "I was abroad at the time, and those involved back then have all..."
He stopped mid-sentence, then changed the subject: "Mr. Li, I hired you to handle these things. Why are you interrogating me?"
His tone was still fairly restrained—likely out of respect for Jin Youcai.
After he hung up, I frowned deeply.
Jin Qiaoqiao asked, "What's wrong?"
I said, "From his words, it sounds like everyone involved back then is dead. If we can't confirm whether there's one or two bodies in the coffin, this is going to be tricky."
Zhan Ling offered, "Let's prepare for both possibilities."
I nodded, then signaled the bodyguard to continue leading us to the new burial site.