玄幻：唢呐一响，葬天，葬地，葬众生

Northern Territory, Dongyang City.

“Today, I’ve come here for only three things…”

“Burying people, burying people, and damn it, still burying people!”

In front of the city gate, a young man dressed in black swaggered in.

On his back, he carried a peachwood box, and at his waist hung a suona.

His name was Ye Changsheng. Eighteen years ago, he crossed over into this world of cultivation. Here, people soared through the clouds, the strong were as numerous as cattle, and geniuses were as common as carp crossing the river.

Like many transmigrators, as soon as he arrived in this realm, he awakened the “Strongest Funeral System.”

Ye Changsheng originally wanted to rely on his years of reading web novels to carve out a great career in this land.

But fate played a trick on him. This damned system required him to conduct a hundred funerals before it could be activated.

What made it even stranger: the system didn’t count people he killed and buried himself—it had to be funerals he conducted personally.

He had no choice. To activate the system and set out on his path to glory, he apprenticed himself to an old Taoist and learned the arts of burial.

Because Ye Changsheng was a transmigrator, he had no spiritual roots, no cultivation talent at all, and could only live as an ordinary mortal.

Ye Changsheng looked at the notebook in his hand and muttered, “I’ve already buried ninety-nine people. Now, just one more and the system will be activated…”

To attract more clients, he set up by the city gate, picked up a