When flying on a sword, the fierce wind would hit the face, distorting it completely. In winter, it was even more torturous—the face stung from the cold, ears nearly frozen off, with nothing but the howling wind in the ears. One also had to maintain balance. But sitting inside this magical artifact, not even a single strand of hair stirred.
Half an hour later, the two appeared in the room where Shen Yunyun had previously left.
As soon as he stepped out of the artifact, Xu Zimo’s brow furrowed slightly.
Shen Yunyun’s eyes sparkled as she quickly asked, “Do you feel something different here?”
“There’s a formation here.”
“Really? What kind of formation? Can you break it?”
Xu Zimo gave her a look that was hard to describe.
Though he was a pill cultivator, not a specialist in formations, he still dismissed such a childish formation with disdain.
In the cultivation world, there was a formidable formation called the Immortal Slaying Formation.
As the name implied, it was a formation for slaying immortals—that was true high-level craftsmanship.
The formation before him didn’t even deserve to exist in the cultivation world.
Shen Yunyun caught the mockery in his eyes and immediately broke into a smile.
She knew it—Xu Zimo, as a big shot in the cultivation world, would be far more skilled at these things than any mortal.
The top masters among mortals weren’t even fit to polish his shoes.
Crushing these so-called great matters was just a trivial task.
Just as Shen Yunyun was about to say something to praise him, Xu Zimo suddenly shook his head.
Seeing his head shake, Shen Yunyun’s heart suddenly sank.
It felt like that nerve-wracking moment when an old Chinese medicine doctor examines a patient, says nothing, but just shakes his head.
“What’s wrong? Can’t break it?”
“This is a wealth-gathering formation using a human life as its core.”
When she heard him say a human life as the core, Shen Yunyun immediately thought of “live burial piles.”
“Her eyes widened: They killed someone? Did they do a live burial pile when building the house? Or sacrifice virgin boys and girls?”
Xu Zimo was utterly speechless at her questions.
“They found someone with a specific birth date and time as the core. This core is still alive right now. Once the core dies, they’ll be buried here too, and their soul will be trapped here forever.”
Shen Yunyun, seeing how knowledgeable he was, picked out the key points from what Lin Mengxing had told her and relayed them to Xu Zimo.
Xu Zimo nodded. “Want to break the formation?”
“Yes. You go break the formation, and I’ll go take some things. Everything here came from Mengxing’s fortune. Taking some to help others in need is like accumulating virtue for them. Someone as thoughtful as me is really rare in this world.”
Xu Zimo’s mouth twitched violently.
She really had the nerve to say that.
Taking things was taking things, but she had to compliment herself too—was she forcing that praise?
Shen Yunyun sent Xu Zimo off and started her scavenging.
Beginning with the room they were in, she swept away everything movable: furniture, bedding, clothes—all of it. Even though she had no use for these things, there would always be someone who did.
Like the people in the beast world, or those from Little Tangyuan’s era.
Right now, she was playing out that classic scene of emptying an enemy’s storeroom before a family was exiled or banished.
She didn’t want to leave a single thing for Sheng Sinian and his lot—even pots and pans were cleared out completely.
She didn’t spare the cars in the garage either.
Of course, she wouldn’t drive them herself—the police might trace them.
She could only sell them, shipping them off to the northern grasslands in exchange for cattle and sheep.
Then she’d just say they were cars used to settle a debt.