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On the Eastern Sea.

A large ship set sail, cutting through the wind and waves, heading towards the deep sea.

The mermen were quick to act.

Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu joined in the morning, and Yushou An promptly gathered the crew.

Ten human cultivators, along with Yushou An and three other mermen, made up a total of fourteen.

By afternoon, the group had embarked on the large ship, moving towards their destination.

During this journey, Lu Xuan learned more about Yushou An.

As he mentioned earlier, he was indeed planning to excavate his family’s ancestral tomb.

Yushou An, a disciple of a mermen family, was not highly regarded.

Mermen cultivation, similar to that of demon and barbarian races, placed great emphasis on bloodline purity.

Yushou An’s mermen bloodline was not pure enough. Though his status was not low, he was overshadowed by his more talented peers, ranking only in the middle to lower tier.

According to family rules, he would eventually be marginalized, with no chance of inheriting the family position or receiving resources for cultivation in adulthood.

Unwilling to accept this fate, Yushou An, not one to settle, discovered a damaged family register while cleaning the family library.

According to the register, there was an ancestor who, upon death, was not buried in the family graveyard but in a sea tomb.

Yushou An took great interest in this, as powerful mermen, upon passing, leave behind a [Sea Spirit Pearl]. Consuming this pearl could not only bestow the predecessor’s legacy but also purify one’s bloodline and improve innate talents.

Such powerful beings capable of leaving behind a Sea Spirit Pearl were rare. Yushou An, referencing the ancient family register, realized that this external ancestor likely had the strength to create such a treasure.

However, the register only vaguely mentioned the ancestor’s burial location. Due to missing pages, Yushou An knew little about them, including their name, dates of birth and death, and even gender.

Yushou An planned to relocate the ancestor’s remains to the family graveyard after this mission, bringing them back to their roots.

Meanwhile, Lu Xuan stood at the bow of the ship, arms wide open, embracing the sea breeze.

Cheng Lingzhu hugged his waist from behind, resting her face against his sturdy back.

Lu Xuan, in a cruciform pose, felt the positioning was somewhat reversed.

Shouldn’t he be the one embracing Cheng Lingzhu’s waist?

“This is my first time venturing into such an underwater ‘secret realm.”‘

Cheng Lingzhu spoke from behind him.

“Me too,” Lu Xuan responded truthfully.

Although he was adept at tomb raiding, the vast world of the Archean Eon Realm, with its long history of cultivation civilization, had more celestial and imperial tombs on land than he could explore alone.

He had never had the chance to delve into underwater tombs.

So when Yushou An extended the invitation, Lu Xuan agreed readily, genuinely eager to broaden his horizons.

“Wherever you go, I’ll follow,” Cheng Lingzhu said softly, hugging him from behind, “Now that you’re a senior, you’ll have to take me, your junior, on adventures into secret realms in the future.’

Lu Xuan pondered for a moment:

“It’s not always about adventuring. I know a dual cultivation technique that’s both fast and stable in practice…”

“No shame!”

Cheng Lingzhu blushed, playfully biting him, and pinched the soft flesh around his waist gently.

“I’m not ready yet,” she said, “For now, you’re only allowed to hold me.”

She was a shy girl now, quite reserved.

Lu Xuan thought for a moment.

“Then we could start with some adaptive training.”

“How so?” asked Cheng Lingzhu.

“For example, I heard that in the mermen nation, there’s a type of aquatic plant that is said to have grown from the blood of a fallen ancient dragon. This plant dries out once removed from water, its tendrils are tough and long, smooth to the touch. It’s called Nirong Silk, used to make various kinds of silk stockings. We could start by trying those…”

Lu Xuan sincerely suggested.

And he was pinched by Cheng Lingzhu again.

Cheng Lingzhu humphed, thinking that since her memory had awakened, Lu Xuan’s true nature had become more apparent.

He talked about adaptive training, but he clearly just wanted her to wear silk stockings!

No, not wear, use.

With this thought, Cheng Lingzhu pinched him again, but inside, she felt a tinge of happiness.

Before her memory awakened, Lu Xuan had always been very respectful towards her. It was only after he learned of her true identity that he started behaving more daringly.

This meant he was willing to be like this only with her, even after nine thousand years. Only when facing her did he no longer hold back.

Cheng Lingzhu thought whimsically.

By evening.

“Fellow cultivators, the burial site of my ancestor lies ahead,” said the young

Yushou An.

Lu Xuan, standing on the deck of the ship, noticed a whirlpool in the distance, resembling a sea eye, swallowing the turbulent waters.

Such undercurrent whirlpools above the sea surface were extremely dangerous. Passing ships could be sucked into them, trapped by the force, leading to the demise of all aboard.

However, for Lu Xuan and the others, this wasn’t a problem.

The crew members Yushou An had recruited were all Golden Core cultivators, and the ship, a powerful magical artifact, was unafraid of the whirlpool’s force. The ship glowed, shattering the waves, unstoppable even by towering surges.

After the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, they arrived at the massive whirlpool.

“According to the records of my clan, the ancestral tomb is located here,”

Yushou An stated. “This whirlpool should be a field formed by the tomb.’

“Fellow cultivator Yushou, we should not delay. Let’s go down,” suggested a cultivator.

“Alright.”

Yushou An nodded and leaped into the whirlpool.

The others followed, jumping down one after another.

Lu Xuan and Cheng Lingzhu exchanged a glance, each forming a hand sign to transform their clothing. They both wore special robes with water-repelling properties, protected by a magical light that kept them dry.

The ocean’s blue was like the sky, but its depths were dark and mysterious.

Yushou An and the other three Jiaoren led the way, with Lu Xuan and the ten human cultivators following.

Their cultivation protected them from the effects of the whirlpool, allowing them to descend swiftly.

Yushou An’s movements gradually slowed, and soon, a submarine volcanic-like elevation entered his vision.

At the “volcanic crater,” Yushou An summoned his bloodline power and struck downward with his palm.

The loose soil was blown away, and the surrounding rocks were swept aside. Due to the stirred-up sediment, the water turned murky.

Once the water cleared,

A massive bronze door appeared before them..