I looked at Lin Zhao for a long time and breathed a sigh of relief when I realized she wasn't just saying that out of anger.

If Lin Zhao had considered the fellowship between disciples and prevented us from killing, things would have been truly difficult.

When a group of people are single-mindedly trying to kill you, and you can't kill them in return, even immortals would suffer.

I said, "Little Milk Dog, with your sect leader's sudden accident, do you have any idea how to enter the ancestral ground?"

Lin Zhao said, "All disciples of the Coffin Sect know that the Coffin Sect has an ancestral ground, but no one has ever been there. We always hold ancestor worship ceremonies in the ancestral hall. Maybe… a backup method is there!"

"That's not right!" I shook my head. "Putting it in the ancestral hall is too obvious. Think again, where else could it be?"

Lin Zhao said, "I once heard an elder of the sect say that the Coffin Sect moved once. The old site of the sect isn't far from the current location, and I've been there before. It's guarded by several elders who are retired."

I pondered, "That place is possible, but I still feel something's not right."

"Think again, is there anything that everyone in your sect knows, but everyone also overlooks?"

Lin Zhao thought for a long time but couldn't come up with anything. "I really can't think of anything. What could it be?"

I said patiently, "Think of it this way, the sect leader, as the head of the sect, is the safest and most dangerous person in the sect."

"If the sect leader is assassinated, then the core secrets of the sect will definitely be in the hands of the most important person."

"But what if the sect leader wasn't assassinated? What if they died in a sect conflict? In that case, maybe none of the sect's higher-ups would survive. Only a few low-level disciples would be lucky enough to escape."

"How would those disciples rise again?"

"Therefore, the secret of the Coffin Sect's ancestral ground must be something that everyone knows but has been overlooked by everyone!"

"I know!" Lin Zhao's eyes lit up. "It's the *Hundred Coffins Manual*!"

Lin Zhao said, "The core secret art of the Coffin Sect is using different coffins to seal different evil entities."

"Our basic skill upon joining the sect is to memorize the *Hundred Coffins Manual*. It records what kind of coffin seals what kind of ghost! It even has illustrations."

I quickly said, "Can you recite it?"

Lin Zhao drooped her head. "I forgot?"

I was speechless. "You forgot?"

Lin Zhao lowered her head even further. "Actually, the *Hundred Coffins Manual* is just an introductory textbook. It's mainly to familiarize us with the habits and fears of ghosts. When we're actually out in the world, we improvise."

"Think about it! When a ghost coffin appears, how could there conveniently be something nearby that corresponds to it? We use whatever we can find. Over time, we've forgotten most of it."

I really couldn't blame Lin Zhao for this.

It's like a person who has been doing technical work for decades. When you let him work, his hands are more precise than a machine. He can even calculate results faster than a calculator in seconds.

But if you ask him to explain the theoretical knowledge, he either can't remember it or doesn't know how to explain it.

I said in a deep voice, "Where can the *Hundred Coffins Manual* be found?"

Lin Zhao said, "Every sect disciple has a copy of the *Hundred Coffins Manual*. If they lose it, they can get it for free from the Scripture Pavilion. There are plenty there."

"As for the original, it seems to be on a stone tablet at the old sect site, but I didn't look closely."

I said to Nie Xiao Chun, "Send a message to Lao Liu and have him get me a copy of the *Hundred Coffins Manual*."

Nie Xiao Chun quickly told me, "It's useless. The Coffin Sect's Scripture Pavilion has been burned down. None of the books inside can be retrieved."

"It seems that Xue Shaoyuan himself did it. The fire started when he was talking to us."

So, Xue Shaoyuan had foreseen the outcome long ago. He destroyed the Scripture Pavilion before he died.

But if he burned down the Scripture Pavilion, who could find the ancestral ground of the Coffin Sect?

Just as I was frowning, Nie Xiao Chun said, "I know someone who has the *Hundred Coffins Manual*."

"Who?" I was immediately delighted. "Tell me quickly, who has the *Hundred Coffins Manual*?"

"Seven Kill Ghost Marshal Wang Hun!" Nie Xiao Chun said, "Wang Hun's adoptive father, Wang Chou, once cultivated the *Hundred Coffins Manual*. If Wang Chou hadn't raised Wang Hun in a coffin, he would have died young. At that time, Wang Chou used the coffin from the *Hundred Coffins Manual*."

"Later, Wang Hun became a disciple of Bei Lang. Bei Lang cultivated martial arts, so Wang Hun gradually stopped using the things in the *Hundred Coffins Manual*. However, Wang Hun always carried the *Hundred Coffins Manual* with him because it was the only memento of his adoptive father."

"If you want the *Hundred Coffins Manual* now, you can only find Wang Hun."

"Wang Hun knows how to use the *Hundred Coffins Manual*?" I pondered. "Wait, there's something strange here!"

I turned to Lin Zhao and said, "Who taught you the Thirteen Secret Hands?"

Lin Zhao said, "The Thirteen Secret Hands is the supreme secret art of the Coffin Sect. I accidentally obtained it in the Scripture Pavilion back then. It's all about fate."

I shook my head. "It doesn't seem to be about fate!"