Zhang Chen felt that convincing this kid to cooperate voluntarily was unlikely.
Moreover, he feared that if he released the kid’s restraint, with the boy possessing something as illogical as the Qilin’s Heart, it would be troublesome if the kid ran away.
However, non-cooperation could also be utilized in its own way.
The kid was mysterious with the Qilin’s Heart, and in the face of a lethal attack, it would erupt into a fiery blaze melting magma. At worst, Zhang Chen could just avoid lethal spots and stab him a few more times later.
"I actually have another idea. If I stab the kid in the throat, does that count as death? Can I mark him?" The thought flickered in Zhang Chen’s mind.
Chen Xu went off to perform Dragon Seeking and Vein Exploration to locate the main tomb while Zhang Chen and Zhong Xiang waited.
In the evening, Chen Xu returned, "The Earth’s magnetic fields are in turmoil now. It’s almost impossible to find the main tomb, unless we wait for the magnetic forces to subside, then I can perform Dragon Seeking and Vein Exploration again."
"How long will it take for the Feng Shui to stabilize?" Zhang Chen asked.
"I initially thought it would take ten days or so, but now it seems it will take at least three months," Chen Xu replied.
"No way! I don’t have that long to wait. Besides, you’ve seen how the Qi of Feng Shui is leaking, attracting countless old monsters with greedy intentions. Our time is running out," Zhang Chen rejected Chen Xu’s suggestion.
Though he possessed the Soul Hook skill, it only worked on those at the end of their life span. If blocked by those in the Yang God realm, he stood no chance.
"Then we have no choice but to try entering from the tomb’s entrance!" Chen Xu suggested, "But you’ve seen the entrance; it’s just bluestone according to my calculations. I really can’t find another entrance...."
"We’ll find out if it’s an entrance by trying. Isn’t there a ready-made tool here?" Zhang Chen eyed Zhong Xiang.
Zhong Xiang ignored him!
"Do you know how to break the Feng Shui formation using Secret Techniques?" Zhang Chen asked.
To enter from the tomb’s entrance, who knew how many mechanisms and traps lay in wait. Just the thought of it gave Zhang Chen the creeps, having seen the divine power to change Heaven and Earth firsthand. With his small stature, he might not survive even the first encounter.
But he couldn’t wait for a month for those old monsters to arrive; he couldn’t afford that much time.
"You overestimate me," Chen Xu replied with a pained smile.
Upon hearing this, Zhang Chen had no choice. He picked up the Southern Qilin and told Chen Xu, "Given the circumstances, we can only start from that entrance. We’ll act tonight and try to dig directly into the Empress Tomb."
He hoisted the Southern Qilin over his shoulder like a pig, causing tears to well up in the Qilin’s eyes. Unfortunately, being immobilized now, he couldn’t speak.
He initially intended to release the Body-Stabilizing Rune on him to let him walk by himself, but changed his mind. If this kid marked their path along the way, that would be troublesome. Better to be a bit tired and save future trouble.
"My lord, why not let me carry him? I’ll take over," Chen Xu offered, seeing the tears of the Southern Qilin and the way he stared at him intensely. His heart trembled, and he quickly stepped forward.
"Can you carry him?" Zhang Chen shot sideways glance at Chen Xu.
Looking at the Southern Qilin’s build, he was still a youth about 1.6 meters tall. Though thin, he was certainly not light.
Even climbing a mountain was difficult for him, let alone carrying someone?
But with the Southern Qilin’s eyes drilling into him, how could he admit he couldn’t?
"I can carry him! My lord saved my life; this is the least I can do. How can I let you carry him?" Chen Xu complained inwardly but bit the bullet and responded.
Hearing this, Zhang Chen patted Zhong Xiang’s backside, "You aristocratic dogs are truly detestable. Look at what you’ve forced the common folk to become."
Zhang Chen sighed with a hint of melancholy. Despite the nature of the world, he couldn’t change it. People were swept along in the tide of history, unless great men like Mao appeared, realizing the faults of their age, without the ability to change anything. Individual power was just a small ripple in the tide of time, vanishing quickly.
Even if millions awakened to the injustices of their time, it would be futile.
Ordinary people in the tides of time could do nothing but impotently rant.
People claimed ancient folk under old bureaucrats knew not to rebel, but without the guidance of great leaders, who could forge a new path?
It was never the commoners who overthrew an era but rather one power replacing another.
Zhang Chen patted Zhong Xiang, knowing he wasn’t a great man, merely a commoner powerless to change the overwhelming trends. All he could do was ensure his survival, not bullied by others.
It appeared he was already on this path.
"Master Chen Xu, do you think these aristocrats deserve death?" Zhang Chen asked as he walked ahead.
Chen Xu forced a smile at the question, "My lord, you’re joking. Noble masters are born aristocrats, inherently noble, destined to rule everything in this world. We common folk are destined to remain lowly. This is fate! We can only blame ourselves for not being born into good families."