"Second Uncle, it’s almost time for you to make your move."
Yan Shouyi's tone was calm, as if he didn't take Chu Wu and the others seriously at all.
Chu Wu's heart leaped, and he then cautiously scanned his surroundings.
He knew the power of Wei Changqing, but he wasn't sure if Wei Changqing was also in the imperial tomb.
However, after Yan Shouyi shouted "Second Uncle," a profound silence fell over the imperial city.
Yan Shouyi waited for over ten seconds, his expression growing a little awkward.
He coughed a few times, raising his voice slightly, "Second Uncle, don't hide, come out quickly!"
The surroundings remained deathly still.
Long Feicheng asked weakly, "Brother Yan, are you sure our Second Uncle is really here in the imperial tomb?"
Yan Shouyi: "..."
He wasn't sure!
But when they were on the ground, his Second Uncle had said he would sneak in!
Yan Shouyi believed his Second Uncle was a very reliable person and wouldn't falter at a crucial moment.
Therefore, he had started calling out to show off without even confirming if Wei Changqing was nearby.
Long Feicheng swallowed hard, "What if Second Uncle isn't here?"
Everyone fell silent.
Chu Wu, however, burst into laughter, "I actually thought you guys had some trump cards!
But even if Wei Changqing showed up, do you think we would be afraid of him?!
Among the twenty-eight constellations of the New Xuan Mountain Sect, why am I ranked first as Jiao Mu Jiao, and he is ranked second as Kang Jin Long? There's a reason for that!"
Chu Wu had indeed been intimidated earlier. Now that he had recovered, he was naturally unwilling to admit it.
Not only was he unwilling to admit it, but he also wanted to mock Yan Shouyi to cover up his earlier fear.
Wang Ji whispered, "Old Yan, is Second Uncle really not here? If he's not, we should quickly find a way to retreat."
Yan Shouyi sighed. He had already called out twice. If his Second Uncle didn't appear now, it meant he truly wasn't present.
In that case, given everyone's current state, their only option would be to flee for their lives.
"We..."
Just as Yan Shouyi was about to make a decision, his peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of a blue light spreading from the direction of the inner city!
The blue light, like an incoming tidal wave, instantly spread across the ground beneath everyone's feet!
Then, these blue lights rapidly converged, outlining a massive compass!
"Qimen Dunjia?!" Chu Wu was the first to react.
This was the compass of Qimen Dunjia!
Yan Shouyi squinted and a pleased expression appeared on his face, "This compass has one hundred and eight layers!"
There were many people in the world who practiced Qimen Dunjia, but only three people alive could summon a compass with one hundred and eight layers!
Yan Shouyi!
Yan Chou!
And Second Uncle Wei Changqing!
The blue light outlining the compass was a shade deeper than the one Yan Shouyi had summoned.
If viewed from the sky, it would look like a layer of starry river spread across the ground.
In the distance of the imperial city, on top of a tall building, Wei Changqing's figure appeared.
He stood with his hands behind his back, exuding the demeanor of a master!
The compass extended all the way to Chu Wu's feet, but it stopped a step away from him.
Chu Wu shivered in fear.
He then realized the compass did not encompass him and couldn't help but mock,
"So close! Wei Changqing, you were just a little bit off!"
If the compass had been a little larger, or if Wei Changqing had been a little closer, given the situation just now, Chu Wu would not have had time to react, and Wei Changqing might have succeeded in a sneak attack!
However—
*Pop!*
A sound like opening a bottle cap was heard.
The one hundred and eight-layered compass, which had stopped in front of Chu Wu, suddenly expanded by one layer!
This layer perfectly enclosed Chu Wu and the others!
Instantly, Chu Wu's expression changed drastically!
"One hundred and nine layers?! How is this possible... this is impossible!"
Although Chu Wu was a paper effigy, he had some research into Qimen Dunjia.
According to his understanding, a hundred and eight layers was the absolute limit, and there shouldn't be a hundred and ninth layer in this world!
This completely defied the calculation rules of Qimen Dunjia!
However, the fact was undeniable, Wei Changqing's Qimen Dunjia technique indeed had one hundred and nine layers!
"Amazing, my Second Uncle!"
Long Feicheng didn't understand anything but inexplicably felt his Second Uncle was awesome.
Wei Changqing remained unmoved.
He slowly raised his hand, fingers spread open, and pointed his palm towards Chu Wu and his group.
Chu Wu already sensed something was wrong and immediately turned back, shouting, "Everyone retreat together! Do not linger!"
No matter how confident Chu Wu had been before, after seeing the one hundred and nine-layered compass, he was startled by this unprecedented move.
He believed he knew Wei Changqing well enough and would definitely not lose to him in a direct confrontation.
Yet, just as they met, Wei Changqing had already revealed a move Chu Wu had never seen before.
How could Chu Wu dare to test it?
"Trap!"
Suddenly, Wei Changqing brought his fingers together, clenching his hand into a fist.
The one hundred and eighth-layered compass beneath Chu Wu's feet spun rapidly, eventually settling on the character for 'trap'!
*Hiss hiss hiss!*
The stone bricks beneath Chu Wu's feet instantly shattered, transforming into several sand dragons that immediately coiled around Chu Wu and the others!
The sand dragons tightly gripped Chu Wu, constricting him so much that he could barely breathe. The others fared even worse, some having their necks snapped by the sand dragons on the spot!
Chu Wu and his group were not in their best condition either, having fought fiercely with Lu Huai and A Fang Nu in the inner city.
Seeing his subordinates being lost again, Chu Wu's heart sank to his throat.
He suppressed his fear, formed a hand seal with one hand, and shouted, "Golden Cicada Sheds Its Shell!"
This was a signature technique of paper effigies, and Ah Gong had also used it before!
Chu Wu's body instantly turned into paper, becoming limp and immediately shredded into pieces by the sand dragons!
"Second Uncle, don't let him escape!" Long Feicheng shouted loudly, wishing Wei Changqing would tear Chu Wu into pieces, as Chu Wu had caused them considerable suffering on the ground.
As a descendant of Lu Ban, Wei Changqing naturally knew the art of "Golden Cicada Sheds Its Shell." His gaze swept around, searching for the escaping Chu Wu.
In an inconspicuous corner within the imperial city, a small paper effigy lay on the ground.
The small paper effigy remained motionless, its mere presence enough to be terrifying.
Suddenly, it was as if a current flashed through the small paper effigy, and its body trembled involuntarily.
Then, the paper effigy's face began to change, gradually taking on Chu Wu's appearance.
The paper effigy had come to life; this was Chu Wu's true form!
Chu Wu was filled with lingering fear, "Damn it! Wei Changqing had been hiding his strength all along!"
Chu Wu knew that Wei Changqing was proficient in Qimen Dunjia.
He believed he had understood Wei Changqing sufficiently, only to find that Wei Changqing still had a hidden hand.
Alas, Chu Wu, who had narrowly escaped death, could not leave directly at this moment.
He poked his head out and saw from afar that beneath his paper effigy substitute was the purple jade crown he had painstakingly obtained. The reason for causing such a commotion in the Qin Shi Huang Mausoleum was for this purple jade crown.
Having reached this point, and having paid such a price, how could he leave empty-handed?!
Chu Wu gritted his teeth, hesitating whether to risk his life again to get the purple jade crown.
But as he hesitated, he suddenly felt a chill from behind...