Necropolis Immortal

The world of immortals, Dusk Province.

Lu Yun bounced upright in bed, panting heavily with cold sweat beading his forehead.

“Motherf*cker! Shit that’s f*cking embarrassing! A lifelong goose hunter had his eyes pecked out by a goose instead!

“Why the hell was there a layout for certain death in a Han Dynasty civilian tomb?? What kind of asshole, hairy-nosed hateful hack sets up something so foul?

“Eh? Wait… I’m not dead?”

Lu Yun blinked, frozen.

“Hahahahaha! Not dead! Damn straight! I, Lu Yun, grasp everything beneath the heavens and earth! Everything from time immemorial to present day is at my fingertips! I’m the strongest, the best commandant of tomb raiders there’s ever been! How would I possibly die in an ordinary tomb? If it wasn’t for that certain death layout appearing so suddenly, I wouldn’t have been trapped either!”

He continued to cackle.
All was fine as long as he wasn’t dead! Thank goodness he hadn’t lost face for the grandmaster, the founder of tomb raider lineage.

“But, what a pity I didn’t bring that ancient bronze tome out with me.
It looked quite valuable.” Lu Yun smacked his lips.
“Wait a sec, where am I?”

He jerked his head and looked up, scanning his surroundings.

It appeared to be a room of ancient flair.
Opulent decorations elegantly graced the classically arranged premises.
Luminous pearls glowed with soft radiance in the four corners of the room, illuminating the entire space.

However, the panorama sent shudders down Lu Yun’s spine.

“Does the owner of this room want to die, or is he trying to cast a death curse on me? This feng shui is obviously a killing layout of Nine Yin Repudiation! Look at the bronze mirror facing the bed! Isn’t he afraid of breeding ghosts with this setup??

“What the hell kind of place is this? The owner saved me, so he shouldn’t want to kill me.
Did no one get a feng shui master when they decorated the room?”

As its name indicated, Nine Yin Repudiation was a feng shui layout that collected negative energy and spirits.
If people dwelled within this arrangement for too long, sickness and poor health would visit them, and their lifespans would shorten greatly.

Creak.

The door to the room opened while a stunned Lu Yun remained lost in thought.
Dressed in a green skirt, a young girl walked in holding a tray of food.

She looked rather young, sixteen years old at most.
Waist-length hair flowed down her back and over her shoulders, framing her bright eyes and pearly-white teeth.
She was an uncommonly good-looking little beauty.

Lu Yun had weathered more than a few years of life and seen his share of beauties, but his heart still skipped a beat when he saw this one.

A period costume? Are they filming something here? Is she a child actress? No wonder she’s so pretty.
What film set have I crashed?

He panned around again, but found no cameras or crew.

“Milord governor , you’re awake.” The girl picked up a bowl sculpted from white jade and approached Lu Yun.
A wonderful fragrance burrowed into his nose.
He didn’t know if it was from the girl, or the soup within that sparkled with pale purple luminance.

Sparkling soup? Is that even edible?

“Wait!” Lu Yun scooted backward.
“What did you call me? Milord governor?”

Nothing made sense to him.

As a grave robber well versed in Chinese history, he knew precisely what she meant with the title she’d used for governor.
In modern terms, it meant shepherd, indicating that the office-holder was to guide and care for his people.

Ancient history saw Chinese territory delineated as nine provinces, and the governor the highest ranking official of the province.
Such a position had been created in the Han Dynasty.

Is this a Han Dynasty film crew? Is this young beauty too caught up in her character and hasn’t snapped out of it yet?

Lu Yun rubbed his forehead.
“Miss, you’ve got the wrong person.
I’m not one of your actors, so you don’t need to practice your lines with me.”

“Milord, have you suffered from too much shock and lost your mind? This servant is your maid, Wanfeng.” The girl’s eyes reddened.
“Don’t worry, milord, I will follow you even when you’re not the governor.
I’ll keep you safe.”

Lu Yun didn’t know what to do with such a reaction.

“Where am I?” He turned around, thinking he should find some normal people to talk to.

“This is Dusk City.”

“Where’s Dusk City?” There didn’t seem to be such a place in China.

“Dusk City is in Dusk Province, of course.”

“And where’s Dusk Province?”

“In Nephrite Major.”

“…what’s Nephrite Major?” Lu Yun was completely lost.

“Nephrite Major is part of the nine majors, ten lands, and four seas of the immortal world, of course.”

Thump! Lu Yun’s eyes rolled up in his head as he collapsed back onto the bed.

Crazy, completely crazy!

Such a charmingly pretty little girl was a complete lunatic!

Wanfeng’s mouth twisted and she almost burst into tears.
The lord had finally awoken, but he’d fainted dead away again!

She placed the bowl of sparkling soup onto the bedside table and quietly backed out of the room.

After an unknown period of time, Lu Yun awoke again.
“Did that crazy girl leave yet?” Rubbing his forehead, he glimpsed the bowl of purple soup next to his bed.
“Mm, I am a bit hungry.”

After a moment’s hesitation, he picked up the bowl of strange soup and gulped it down.

“Phew, it’s not poisoned.” A burp and a sigh later, a warm current circulated throughout his body.
Some strength gradually returned to his limp, listless form.

“This film crew’s some kinda rich, huh! This bowl’s gotta be worth a few million, but they’re using it as a prop! Nuts.” Out of professional habit, Lu Yun tucked the bowl away into his clothes.

“They even put me in an ancient costume and shoved a wig on me! Is it because they saw what a gorgeous, handsome, dashing, elegant ladies’ man I am that they decided I should be the male lead?”

Lu Yun clambered down from the bed and struck a leisurely pose.

“First things first, we’ve got to break the layout of Nine Yin Repudiation in this room.” He walked over to the mirror and placed both hands on it, wanting to move it away.

However, it seemed nailed to the wall and didn’t budge no matter how he put his back into it.

“Eh?” The sight of something in the mirror shocked him out of his wits.

It was a reflection of a youth, roughly sixteen years of age, with sculpturesque features and clear, fair skin.
He looked like a perfect dandy, if not for the wan complexion that was devoid of any color.
He also looked uncommonly frail, like a gust of wind would blow him away at any time.

This is definitely not me!

…is it an illusion?

Lu Yun raised his hand, a motion mirrored by the handsome fellow in the mirror.
He shook his head, once more copied by the young man in the mirror.

Thump!

Lu Yun crashed to the floor again.
“Bloody hell, that’s not me at all! What the freaking hell is going on??”

Completely flabbergasted, his mind raced furiously through his shock.
He carefully recounted the events that had occurred one second prior to him falling comatose.

“I… don’t seem to have made it out of that certain death layout.
Then I should be dead, but reborn thanks to this youth’s body.” He could recall the agony of despair at t