Ling Tian was not being arrogant; he held no fear of so-called haunted houses.
None of his masters were to be trifled with.
His first master, Daoist Master Xian Yuan, had taught him Taoist cultivation techniques, the art of talismans, and the knowledge of Feng Shui and geomancy.
His second master was a revered monk from Buddhism, with profound Buddhist teachings, who had imparted to him a powerful Buddhist cultivation method, making him a nemesis to all evil spirits.
His third master belonged to the lineage of the Medical Saint, possessing immense righteous energy and various means to prevent him from being corrupted by malevolent entities.
Ling Tian truly had no fear of haunted houses or yin-rich grounds; he even felt a surge of eagerness to try his luck.
Uncle Yi tried his best to persuade him, but Ling Tian remained resolute. In desperation, Uncle Yi gritted his teeth and said, "Very well, this old man will risk his life to accompany you into this dragon's den and tiger's lair!"
Ling Tian smiled and shook his head.
"Uncle Yi, you are still injured and susceptible to evil influences. Just lead me to a safe spot near the house, and I will go in alone!"
"No, I cannot rest assured with you going in alone. I must report this to the Old Master!"
Without waiting for Ling Tian's refusal, Uncle Yi went directly to the Old Master to lodge a complaint.
Old Master Wang summoned Ling Tian. Ling Tian repeatedly assured him that he possessed sufficient ability to handle such a situation.
After careful consideration, and recalling Daoist Master Xian Yuan's mysterious Taoist arts, the Old Master finally agreed.
However, he was still uneasy about letting Ling Tian go alone, so he called Wang Kai and asked him to accompany Ling Tian.
Wang Kai's martial prowess was no less than that of Uncle Yi before his injury, and he himself seemed quite interested in the so-called haunted house.
Ling Tian and Wang Kai agreed that he would return to prepare, and they would investigate the residence together in two days. Ling Tian needed these two days to make some preparations.
...
In a seaside mansion in Hong Kong, an elder who appeared to be in his forties but was actually over eighty years old was entrusting his final affairs to a young man in his twenties.
In this vast mansion, only the two of them were present, and they had no fear of intrusion, as the surrounding grounds and other rooms were infested with venomous snakes!
"Disciple, my time is drawing near. The legacy of our Dragon Taming Sect will rest entirely on your shoulders from now on."
The young man opposite him was named Luo Ran, the sole successor of the so-called Dragon Taming Sect.
Their sect had a history of several hundred years, but its numbers had dwindled. They primarily relied on raising and controlling snakes, or using snake venom to harm others.
They even injected snake venom into their own bodies to stimulate their potential and cultivate.
In addition, this sect also passed down some Feng Shui and geomancy techniques, as well as sorcery.
They had been pursued by famous sects of China thousands of years ago, which led them to flee to Southeast Asia, where only this single lineage managed to survive.
The elder, who appeared very young, was outwardly a renowned Feng Shui and geomancy master in Hong Kong.
"Please rest assured, Master. I will not fail your trust and will surely bring the Dragon Taming Sect to greater glory."
"I believe you can achieve this. As a gift, I present you with something I prepared for you over twenty years ago.
Go to Jiangzhou, Jiangshan City, to a place called Wangjia Village. On this map, there is a residence there that is a dragon-nurturing ground!
Twenty years ago, I set up a scheme there to raise a natal dragon for you!
Once you claim that natal dragon, your strength might even surpass mine!"
"Thank you, Master!" The young man named Luo Ran, though he spoke words of gratitude, had a face as cold as frost, like an emotionless cold-blooded creature.
The elder looked at his disciple with a smile, then his eyes lost their vitality, turning into a corpse.
However, a few minutes later, the appearance of the corpse changed drastically. The surface of the body convulsed and shrank rapidly, transforming into the desiccated corpse of an old man.
The man named Luo Ran stood up and uttered a series of strange sounds, like a viper flicking its tongue.
Soon, the door opened silently, and a colossal figure appeared at the entrance – it was a python about seven to eight meters long and as thick as a pot lid.
The giant python slithered silently to Luo Ran's side, opened its gaping maw, and quickly swallowed the elder's corpse.
"Jiangzhou, natal dragon, hehehe!" Luo Ran suddenly let out a sinister laugh.
...
Two days later, led by Wang Kai, Ling Tian arrived at the residence in the mountains.
About a hundred meters from the residence, the road was blocked. A fence over three meters high stood in the middle of the road, covered with barbed wire. Over the years, various shrubs had grown around it, forming a wall.
Ling Tian and Wang Kai got out of the car and carefully surveyed the situation before them.
Even though they were still over a hundred meters from the house, both of them felt a sense of unease. Wang Kai instinctively tightened his grip on his sword sheath.
Wang Kai's usual weapon was actually a folded steel sword he wore around his waist.
This sword was an antique that Ling Tian had personally helped him select from the Wang family's treasure vault yesterday.
It was a Muramasa demon sword from Japan, which a Wang family antique enthusiast had bought at a Japanese auction for over twenty million yuan.
Muramasa demon sword was not the name of a single sword but a type of Japanese sword crafted by artisans.
Muramasa demon swords were exquisitely crafted and made with superior materials, making them absolute killing weapons. Due to their extreme sharpness, users with insufficient martial arts skills were very prone to injuring themselves, hence the saying that Muramasa demon swords were possessive of their wielders.
Although Wang Kai was skilled in martial arts, this was of little use against malevolent entities, which was why Ling Tian had helped him find such a sword.
Ling Tian could sense the extraordinary nature of this sword; the accumulated malevolent aura it exuded was enough to strike fear into one's heart.
Hundreds, if not thousands, had died by this sword, and the accumulated malevolent aura on its blade was enough to make even evil spirits retreat in fear.
In addition, Wang Kai also carried three Vajra talismans, which Ling Tian had prepared for him. Ling Tian had drawn over a dozen different talismans in the past few days.
"Brother Wang, are you ready?"
"Ready, Ling Tian, let's go!"
Wang Kai took the lead and charged forward. About a meter and a half from the wall, he stomped on the ground, his body leaping into the air.
His body soared nearly two meters high. He used his leg to push off the fence, rising another meter, clearing the fence, and landing steadily.
Almost simultaneously, Ling Tian walked to the front of the fence, his internal true essence flowing. His body seemed to shed the constraints of gravity as he floated upwards!