Evan Bennett was furious to the extreme, his face flushed bright red. He quickly swallowed a first-grade Spirit Gathering Pill. Then, with a loud roar, he channeled his true energy madly. Instantly, a surge of purple energy sprayed forward from the Spacetime Shovel. The shovel bizarrely expanded to a square zhang in size, reaching one zhang and five chi in length.

Moreover, two man-sized holes appeared on the shovel, just big enough to crawl through.

Evan Bennett peered inside and found it pitch-black, with an invisible pressure seeping out of the shovel, as if it were the Yellow Springs Road leading to the gates of hell.

Lacking spiritual power, he hurried to replenish it!

At this moment, the shovel shivered as if afraid of the cold and revealed another line of text.

Damn, you sure can "eat"!

Evan Bennett had no choice. With a pained heart, he swallowed another Spirit Gathering Pill. After nine cycles, a surge of powerful medicinal energy transformed into spiritual energy and was channeled into the Luoyang Shovel. Without further hesitation, Evan Bennett dove headlong into one of the holes with a whoosh.

He immediately felt a terrifying pressure, as if his physical body was about to be crushed.

He mustered all his strength to resist. After a while, with a whoosh, he shot out from the Spacetime Shovel and crashed hard onto the ground, landing squarely on a patch of wild grass a zhang wide.

It seemed he had changed locations.

All around was beautiful scenery of mountains and rivers, and Evan Bennett was standing on a U-shaped hillside.

Below the slope, a clear little stream flowed by. In the creek, many small blue fish swam about freely.

“What a great place!” Evan Bennett couldn’t help but look up and take a long, deep breath, instantly feeling refreshed and invigorated.

However, Evan Bennett noticed that although the place was picturesque, the wild grass had grown up to his waist. Looking into the distance, aside from the lush, rolling mountains, he didn’t see a single soul—not even a ghost, let alone a person.

Comparing it to the basic feng shui knowledge in the ‘Tomb Emperor’s Manual’, Evan Bennett felt this place resembled what the manual described as a “small dragon” in geomancy.

What is a “small dragon”?

A “small dragon” refers to a small stream in front of a U-shaped mountain bend. Since the stream is only about two zhang wide, it doesn’t even count as a brook—just a ditch.

A ditch, of course, can only be metaphorically called a “small dragon,” and the weeds along its banks are like the dragon scales on its armor.

The ditch winds through the land, giving the impression of a young dragon playing among the mountains. A small dragon daring to frolic with great mountains shows the spirit of “a newborn calf fears no tiger.” It means this small dragon possesses boundless dominance.

Such a place is also quite ideal as a burial site.

Moreover, the little ditch actually curves slightly at the center of the U-shaped slope, as if “bowing in respect.”

“This is the place!”

Because this was the tomb gate direction indicated in the Tomb Emperor’s Manual, Evan Bennett picked up his shovel and, after examining the direction pointed by the “small dragon’s” curve, began digging.

After infusing true energy into the Spacetime Shovel, a flash of iron-blue light appeared, and with a scraping sound, the shovel plunged in. Lifting it out, Evan Bennett carefully examined the mud brought up by the shovel.

Yellow clay—this meant he hadn’t dug deep enough.

Again, and again—over a dozen shovelfuls, and according to the layout specified in the manual, he marked out an area of about a hundred square meters to dig.

Finally, a muffled thud came from more than ten meters underground.

“There’s something here!”

Evan Bennett’s confidence soared—this was the first tomb he was about to excavate. For Evan Bennett, it was of epoch-making significance—the first step toward achieving the title of Tomb Emperor.

Of course, Evan Bennett was also very curious about the owner of this tomb.

So, he continued digging without pause.

Soon, he dug out a vertical shaft big enough for two people.

Evan Bennett saw a stone slab weighing three to four hundred jin lying across the shaft, so he kept digging. As the excavation area expanded, an arched tomb made entirely of stone slabs appeared before him.

The tomb wasn’t very large, only about thirty square meters.

Extending to both sides, there was another crisp sound from underground.

Evan Bennett knew he had probably hit the tomb gate.

Immediately, his excitement grew. With rapid shoveling,

Soon, a tomb gate made of blue stone appeared before him. Moreover, the tomb was clearly quite old, as the blue stone was covered in black spots.

He grabbed some wild grass nearby, twisted it into a bundle to use as a towel, and wiped for a while until the true face of the tomb gate was revealed.

It was inscribed in late Qing Manchu script—Luke Dawson, styled Henry!

Damn, Master Henry Dawson! Evan Bennett was instantly shocked, his emotions surging.

Evan Bennett was very familiar with Henry Dawson; he was one of the top ten martial artists of the late Qing dynasty.

He was born during the Jiaqing era of the Qing dynasty, in Mijiawu, Hebei Province. At the foot of Mount Jiuhua, he saw a strong man circling a tree, switching directions with his braid standing upright, so he went forward to inquire.

The strong man directed Henry Dawson to his master, the venerable Yunpan. From then on, Henry Dawson studied under Yunpan at Mount Jiuhua.

Later, he entered the Prince Su’s residence and gained the prince’s favor. His best martial arts included “Palm Splitting the Millstone” and “Wall Painting,” and it’s said his ultimate skill was circling a tree with his palm, spinning faster and faster, eventually circling the tree with his feet off the ground—a move called “Eight Steps in the Air.”

Later, the Dong family produced many successors, and his tomb was relocated to the western suburbs of Beiping and renovated anew.