Zhou Huan burst into laughter upon hearing their exchange. He addressed Shi Bingyuan, "You, sir, are just like my own apprentice—you only know one side of the story and jump to conclusions. Do you realize where we are? This is indeed the Dragon's Eye, but look closely at the surrounding environment. Have you even looked at what the Tomb Location Manual I left from my previous life says? I suspect neither of you has even bothered to read it."

Zhou Huan’s words only stoked Shi Bingyuan's anger further. As a man past fifty, being dismissed so completely by someone barely thirty, he couldn't swallow the insult. "Zhou Huan, don't be so arrogant. Once we reach the location, I don't believe you won't yield to my judgment. The places I arranged were all tested with genuine effort. I'm telling you…" Uh.

Shi Bingyuan maintained a stubborn front, but at that moment, he saw Zhou Huan point toward the sun in the sky, then gesture toward the towering pine tree on the hilltop, the dry grass beside it, and the enormous boulder in the center of that patch of grass. Shi Bingyuan froze, a cold sweat—a rarity for a sixty-year-old—beading on his forehead.

Zhou Huan’s expression became strikingly serious. He told Shi Bingyuan and Hong Kun, "I'm telling you, the back slope of this mountain is indeed a Dragon's Eye. But look at how fierce the midday sun is here, and the spot where the light hits directly corresponds to the Dragon's Eye. Just for this reason alone, the Dragon’s Eye is already blinded. The descendants of this family will be very wealthy, but their fortune will be gained through perilous means, with their lives hanging by a thread daily. Just look at Old Sun for proof."

Shi Bingyuan and Hong Kun were struck speechless by Zhou Huan’s words, their stunned eyes vacant, staring fixedly at the area illuminated by the sun.

Zhou Huan continued, "What I just mentioned might be hard to observe, so let me offer something simpler. This mountain is called the Yin Vein. The massive stone on the peak resembles the heavy stone placed atop a grave mound. That patch of grass looks like joss paper, and that seemingly strong pine tree is actually just a straw doll placed on the grave. I ask you, if someone were buried here, could they possibly avoid an early death? Even a low-level Funeral Master could see this. How can the number one Funeral Master of Northeast China fail to understand this?"

Zhou Huan’s tone grew much sharper: "And you still aren't convinced? I am not here to lecture you, Zhou Huan. I am merely evaluating your work from the perspective of a Longevity Master. You needn't get angry. We must focus our energy on properly arranging this family’s tomb. Otherwise, we might as well smash our own rice bowls."

Shi Bingyuan and Hong Kun were stunned silent by Zhou Huan’s reprimand, standing frozen in place, panic flickering in their eyes. The word 'unconvinced' was gone from Shi Bingyuan's mouth. After a long silence, Shi Bingyuan finally spoke, "Zhou Huan—no, I am truly convinced now, Master. What should we do to resolve this matter next?"

Seeing that Shi Bingyuan’s change of attitude was genuine and deeply sincere, Zhou Huan softened his tone. "Remember, the most important trait for a Longevity Master is meticulousness. You must consider every aspect thoroughly. When examining a tomb or the condition of a corpse, you must never be careless, because one decision we make affects the happiness of an entire family. Come on, let's go look at the grave site."

Hong Kun remained silent, but in his heart, he was utterly convinced of Zhou Huan's mastery. He stood taller now, filled with renewed confidence, certain that the Master he was following was truly authentic.

Shi Bingyuan let out a sigh of relief. "It’s all my fault for having such a bad temper just now, getting so heated. I promise it won't happen again. This Sun family tomb must have other issues. Follow me. The path up this mountain is difficult; I’ll lead the way."

Zhou Huan and Hong Kun followed Shi Bingyuan, slowly making their way around the back of the mountain. Once over the crest, a noble cemetery, entirely constructed of carved marble statues, spread before the three of them. Yet, beneath the steps of the burial plot, there was a large, seemingly deep pit of water.

Shi Bingyuan and Hong Kun were dumbfounded. Zhou Huan had guessed this correctly too—he was practically a divine being. The two couldn't help but secretly give each other a thumbs-up.

Zhou Huan walked leisurely to the edge of the water pit, hands clasped behind his back, casually picked up a stone, and tossed it in. Plop! The water was quite deep, and the stone created a sizable splash when it hit.

"Master, where did this water come from?" Shi Bingyuan was anxious. The location he had chosen initially seemed flawless. Now, they were faced with the most bothersome sight: a foul-smelling puddle. Which family could prosper if their ancestral grave had a stinking pond in front of it?

Zhou Huan surveyed the surroundings, then looked again at the tomb, finally pointing toward the inside of the grave structure. "It seems this foul water is coming from inside the tomb. The corpse within is the source of the sewage. Come on, prepare the grand offerings; let’s open the coffin!"

The equipment Hong Kun had prepared in the car, initially intended to challenge Zhou Huan, now proved useful. The three brought out the wreaths, joss paper, ingots, and food from the offerings table in the car, setting up the grand display before the opulent tomb.

With Zhou Huan’s command: "Apprentices, open the coffin!"

Shi Bingyuan and Hong Kun first lit two sticks of incense, then began the work of opening the coffin. Their movements were practiced; opening the structure didn't take much effort, as Shi Bingyuan himself had overseen its construction.

In the middle of the day, a dark cloud suddenly appeared, accompanied by a light drizzle. The drops fell steadily but not heavily. This cloud seemed to have arrived specifically for the three of them, hovering directly over their heads without moving.

Zhou Huan’s coat grew damp. Shi Bingyuan and Hong Kun stood beneath the rain, sweating and panting heavily.

"Darn it. I made this tomb too solid back then. Nobody expected we’d have to come back and tear it down," Shi Bingyuan mumbled, regretting his initial design's lack of foresight. Zhou Huan’s words only amplified his resentment toward his past actions.

Hong Kun scoffed from the side, "Look, that drainage channel is completely blocked. We never had a chance to take that route back. Besides, if we entered with our mortal bodies, we’d be poisoned by the corpse and wish we were dead."

While the two were chatting idly, they heard a plop from the puddle behind them. They turned to see Zhou Huan tossing a stone into the water, causing a sound that hit their ears deeply.

"Master, is that puddle really that deep?" Hong Kun hurried over to Zhou Huan.

Zhou Huan stared intently at the changes in the water. Soon after, he abruptly spun around, snatched the pickaxe from Hong Kun’s hand, and began smashing the stone tiles of the grave structure, shouting continuously, "Quickly! We only have about fifteen minutes left! If we don't get the body out now, no one will be able to handle this tomb. The water inside the chamber is full. If it bursts soon and the corpse is damaged, none of us will accomplish anything."

Seeing Zhou Huan’s speed, Shi Bingyuan also grew frantic, immediately using his shovel to pry at the joints between the stone tiles.

Creak, creak. Zhou Huan and Shi Bingyuan worked feverishly for ten minutes until the tomb finally revealed an opening large enough for a coffin. It was easy enough for a person to slip inside, but pulling the corpse out would be somewhat difficult. However, Zhou Huan couldn't worry about that now; he reached in and pulled out another brick, then extended both hands inside.

"Shi Bingyuan, help me pull my body! The suction here is too strong; I might get stuck and pulled in," Zhou Huan yelled while straining to drag something out.

Hong Kun watched Zhou Huan rush about, unable to help directly. He grabbed a water bucket and placed it next to Zhou Huan. "Master, if water comes out, let it flow here."

Before long, with the combined strength of Zhou Huan and Shi Bingyuan, the final piece of skeleton was pulled free from the grave. Immediately afterward, Zhou Huan saw water beginning to seep out from the cracks in the tomb stones—and the water flowing out was a viscous, yellow-green fluid.

"Bad! Run! The tomb is going to explode!" Zhou Huan barely finished shouting when they saw Hong Kun, bucket forgotten, already sprinting toward the car. Shi Bingyuan, however, stayed right behind Zhou Huan as they bolted out.

Zhou Huan was the last to slam the car door shut just as the tomb stones let out a deafening sound: BOOM! The entire stone sarcophagus was blown to pieces.

"Master, what happened?" Hong Kun was stunned by the scene. In his entire career, this was the first time he had ever witnessed a stone coffin explode.

Zhou Huan explained, "It’s because of your drainage outlet. It was supposed to drain water away, but unexpectedly, groundwater surged upwards, flooding the tomb and pushing all the air out into the stone coffin. Normally, this would be fine, but after so many years, the cracks in the coffin have sealed almost completely. Add the rapid change from cold to hot, the churning air currents—it simply couldn't be contained anymore, which caused the coffin to blow open."

"Then how did you know, Master?" Hong Kun asked, curious.

Zhou Huan’s reply was, "Through observation. You will have plenty of opportunities to observe later, but we don't have time today. We must find a place to rebury these remains before sunset, and then establish a new tomb."

Hong Kun drove them away. As they reached the boundary between the small hill and the main road, an extended Lincoln stopped directly in front of Zhou Huan’s car.

Zhou Huan stepped out. Sitting inside the car was an old man—it was Old Man Sun, who had come to the ancestral grave site to see how Zhou Huan intended to handle his ancestor.

The old man slowly descended from the car, leaning on a cane, his vacant eyes fixed on Zhou Huan, then glancing at the bone rod Zhou Huan held in his hand. "Is this… is this my ancestor’s remains?"

Zhou Huan nodded slightly. "Yes. Please rest assured. If I hadn't promptly removed your ancestor's remains, the explosion just now would have occurred within the tomb. That’s why I took the liberty of retrieving your ancestor."

Old Man Sun stared intently at the bone rod in Zhou Huan’s hand. The bodyguards around him edged closer, fearing for the elder’s safety, as Old Man Sun was reportedly one of the wealthiest and most powerful men in the area.

The old man took the bones from Zhou Huan’s hand one by one. After a moment, his eyes filled with tears. "My ancestors, you have been dug out like this?"

Shi Bingyuan deliberately retreated far away, avoiding any trouble or emotional distress from Old Man Sun.