Yun Yao’s expression remained calm as the Demonic Dao Disc in her palm emitted waves of resentful howling, yet she seemed oblivious.

With a gentle lift of her hand, a jade bottle slowly released droplets of fresh blood onto the disc.

Seeing this, Old Hu was secretly startled and couldn’t help but lower his voice, saying:

“Mr. Yun, this should be the bloodline sensing seeking method, right?”

Yun Yao lightly nodded upon hearing this and said, “That’s right, it is indeed this method.”

Bloodline sensing is also a common technique used by many cultivators in the Immortal Cultivation Realm.

The purpose is to leave treasures for their bloodline descendants to prevent others from obtaining them.

As the blood dripped onto the disc, a wisp of blood mist instantly transformed into smoke, drifting in a certain direction.

“Let’s go!”

The three of them exchanged glances and then followed the direction of the blood mist.

The wisp of blood mist directly disappeared into a piece of rock, causing the three to halt their steps.

Lin Chang’an raised his hand and activated the spirit artifact for detecting arrays, causing ripples to appear, revealing a stone door.

However, this stone door was tightly closed, and the array barrier sealing it remained intact.

“Old Lin, can this be broken with the Forbidden-Breaking Talisman?”

The three dared not act recklessly, and Old Hu asked cautiously, given that another group had already arrived within the array.

To say they weren’t anxious would be a lie.

After observing for a moment, Lin Chang’an recalled the array teachings he had heard from Su Miaoyin, thanks to Song Tingfeng.

Combining this with the earlier disappearing blood mist, he understood the situation at once.

“Although this barrier is connected to the outside array, it cannot be forcibly attacked; otherwise, it may lead us into danger once more.”

Lin Chang’an turned to Yun Yao and asked solemnly:

“Mr. Yun, is there any more essence blood from this Tribulation Cultivator? For other cultivators, this barrier is an obstacle, but for bloodline descendants, it serves as protection.”

“I see,” Old Hu remarked, enlightened.

Yun Yao nodded slightly without further explanation, and with a lift of her hand, another jade bottle appeared.

As she chanted a spell, a layer of blood mist from the jade bottle enveloped the three of them.

Indeed, as the blood mist made contact with the barrier, ripples emerged as if fish had entered the water.

The three of them passed through easily in this way.

Once the stone door opened, the scenes within the cave dwelling were revealed.

It was evident that the surrounding traces in the cave had been forcibly carved out.

The gentle murmur of a spiritual spring filled the cave, with spirit plants blooming around. A gap overhead allowed the sun and moonlight to shine directly in.

On the stone mat in the center sat a cultivator with a ruddy complexion, eyes closed, in a meditative position.

The sight of this person startled the three, making them instinctively wary, yet the previously vanished wisp of blood mist lingered unceasingly in front of the cultivator.

“This one has entered a meditative death!”

Golden Core Cultivators transcend the realm of ordinary mortals; unless poisoned or under special circumstances, their remains can stay preserved for a thousand years after entering meditation.

The three regarded it gravely, refraining from any rash actions.

Yet Old Hu appeared somewhat tense, aware of the peril tied to cave dwelling ruins, where every story recounts countless battles experienced.

And yet, they walked in just like that?

“Old Lin, did we just waltz in? Please check again if there are hidden fierce arrays,” Old Hu expressed, uneasy.

Not to mention Old Hu, Lin Chang’an also harbored suspicions, uncertain but still cautiously reminded:

“Mr. Yun, let this blood mist encircle us with mana; refrain from emitting any unfamiliar auras.”

“Brother Lin, are there any arrays here?”

Faced with inquiries from Old Hu and Yun Yao, Lin Chang’an’s expression was grave as he surveyed the surroundings, fine sweat beading on his forehead.

Observing this, Old Hu, his face growing more concerned, asked, “Old Lin, we’ve come this far; speak up if there’s something we should know.”

After pondering for some time, Lin Chang’an finally said gravely, “There should be none!”

Yun Yao and Old Hu fell silent instantly.

Was it that there were none, or were Lin Chang’an/Old Lin’s abilities limited to this?

“Let me try,” Yun Yao said, raising her hand, causing the disc to hum repeatedly. After finding nothing amiss, the three exchanged bewildered glances.

Just like that!?

After a while!

“Good heavens, rumors outside say how perilous these cave dwelling ruins are, requiring various trials and tribulations. Yet we simply breezed in,” Old Hu exclaimed, rubbing his hands with avarice but cast an embarrassed glance at Lin Chang’an and Yun Yao.

“Old Lin, why are you looking at me like that? My ancestors may have had a Golden Core Cultivator, but that’s not me. We’re merely loose cultivators with scant resources, as you well know.”

After attempting and finding no traps, the three gathered around the vibrant-looking corpse, scrutinizing it closely.

“Old Hu’s reasoning is sound. As loose cultivators, our means are very modest. Given the uncertainty outside, we better examine it promptly,” Lin Chang’an said with a smile; however, none of them moved. Old Hu awkwardly glanced at Lin Chang’an.

Each held a concealed talisman treasure behind their backs.

“Old Hu!”

“Old Lin!”

Exchanging smiles, they both stepped aside, clearly hinting for Yun Yao to proceed.

“Brother Lin, Mr. Hu, there are only three of us now. We don’t know how many are outside, and based on the practitioner you slew before, he served the Fu Family of Sha Yun Kingdom with a Core Formation Cultivator and a Fake Pill Cultivator within the clan,” Yun Yao stated calmly, glancing at Old Hu, subtly reminding them it was prudent to remain composed and avoid reckless action.

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