Chapter 598: The Monster in the Coffin
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Chen Wuhui escaped the palace hall. Then, he discovered that Mo Wen had not escaped, and instead was standing in midair unmoving. His arms were crossed as though he was watching a show.
“Mo Wen, what are you waiting for? Let’s go quickly,” Chen Wuhui said, urgingly.
Chen Wuhui couldn’t help but stop. Right now, Bu Zhangkun and the others were in front of the rosewood coffin. Once they obtained the Dark Soul Pearl and the Cries of Hades Bell, then they would most likely surround and attack Mo Wen next, as they coveted the treasures on him.
No one would complain that they had too many treasures. He believed that even if they obtained the Dark Soul Pearl and the Cries of Hades Bell, they would not let Mo Wen go.
“Old Grandfather Chen, you go on ahead. I have my own plans.” Mo Wen waved his hand and a strong wind swept up. Then, a gentle force acted on Chen Wuhui’s body, directly sending him out. In the blink of an eye, he had disappeared into the passageway outside of the palace hall.
In a few blinks, Chen Wuhui was swept by the gust of wind to before the underground river. The speed he came out was actually faster than him flying out himself. For an instant, he felt as though he had become the wind.
Chen Wuhui was secretly astonished. Looking at the deep passageway, he pondered what his next course of action should be for a while, then decisively retreated. Mo Wen would certainly have his reasons for acting in such a way. At this moment, he had better not interfere. In the end, he still did not understand Mo Wen enough.
Chen Zikuang had obtained large amounts of immortal cultivation substances along with Xia Kunqian in the first palace hall. They could not carry along many items with them, so had only been able to pick up a few good items to bring along. Upon seeing Chen Wuhui come out, both of them immediately came over to greet him.
Chen Zikuang and Xia Kunqian were both carrying bundles, both large and small. Every bundle seemed to be larger than their entire person. However, fortunately, they were both ancient martial art practitioners with high cultivation, so weight was not a problem for them at all.
Aside from Chen Zikuang and Xia Kunqian, a few ancient martial art practitioners who had not entered the second palace hall were also carrying bundles big and small. Their cultivation was not high, so they did not dare to enter the second hall. They could only stay in the first hall to retrieve substances.
“How was it?” Chen Wuhui asked once he came out.
“This time, we have collected a lot of stuff.”
Both Chen Zikuang and Xia Kunqian had excited faces. Clearly, this time they had collected many items.
“Let’s go, quickly.”Chen Wuhui glanced back once, then adjusting his clothes, lowered his head and headed out without another word. In his clothes were hidden six to seven spiritual weapons. Aside from low-grade spiritual weapons, among them were medium grade spiritual weapons. It was enough to make any sect envious.
Chen Zikuang and Xia Kunqian did not understand why, but both of them very tacitly did not ask. Only once they had left the cave did Chen Zikuang finally ask, “What about Mo Wen?”
“He…” Chen Wuhui laughed bitterly and said, “I do not know what he intends to do. He said that he has his own arrangements. We do not need to worry about him. Even if something has happened to him, with our current ability, we also can’t help him. We might even hold him back.”
Although he did not say it, he had just thought of something. Mo Wen’s attitude just now had seemed to indicate that was interested in the Dark Soul Pearl and the Cries of Hades Bell. However, Chen Wuhui had not imagined that Mo Wen would be so daring as to actually go over and take them.
Both Purple Qi Pavilion and Five Beasts Sect had mobilized their entire sects, whereas Mo Wen was just alone. He had also already incurred the wrath of four later stage Golden Elixir realm experts. If he went over to claim the Dark Soul Pearl and the Cries of Hades Bell right now, it would be impossible for them to let him go.
In the palace hall, Mo Wen crossed his arms and silently floated in midair. He looked at the people approaching the rosewood coffin. The corners of his mouth curled into a cold smile.
Jiang Pingzhou was the first to fly up to the rosewood coffin. He had no reverence for the person in the rosewood coffin who was an ancient elder in the Green Ancient Mystery Dimension. With a palm strike, a rich Inner Qi shot out, intending to shatter the rosewood coffin.
However, the power of Jiang Pingzhou’s palm strike had not shattered the rosewood coffin. It remained unmoved, seemingly not affected at all.
Who was Jiang Pingzhou? He was the leader of the Medical Sect and a later stage Golden Elixir realm ancient martial art practitioner. With the power of his palm strike, even a large boulder would be turned to dust, let alone a rosewood coffin.
The expressions of the few people around him changed slightly. No one had expected that a seemingly ordinary coffin would actually be so extraordinary.
Jiang Pingzhou’s face darkened. He had not anticipated that this coffin would actually be so extraordinary. In public, he had lost some face. However, then he thought, if the rosewood coffin was also extraordinary, that meant the chances of the Dark Soul Pearl and the Cries of Hades Bell being in it were also higher. In an instant, his gaze became even more obsessed.
“There seem to be runes carved on the rosewood coffin. It is no ordinary item,” Bu Zhangkun said in a low voice, light flashing in his eyes.
Runes were commonly seen in the Immortal Cultivation world. Ancient martial art practitioners did not understand much about them, only being aware of such things.
The Immortal Cultivation world’s runes usually represented mysterious power. This power could be used to manufacture magical treasures, setup stratagems, and manufacture spell talismans.
Runes, in a sense, were equal to the transfer of an immortal cultivator’s power. Bu Zhangkun did not know the exact specifics. He only knew that runes were usually the items of immortal cultivators.
For example, on spiritual weapons, there were runes that some ancient martial art practitioners could not see. Stratagem flags and stratagem boards also had similar runes.
For the coffin to have runes on it, meant that the coffin was related to an immortal cultivator. It was even possible for the coffin itself to be a spiritual weapon.
In an instant, the gazes of everyone looking at the coffin changed somewhat. For ancient martial art practitioners, things that had runes were treasures.
Mo Wen was not interested in the coffin. With his vision, he naturally could tell that although the coffin had runes on it, it could not be considered a magical treasure. It could not even be considered as a spiritual weapon of the lowest grade. It could only be considered an item made by an immortal cultivator.
Such a thing had no practical usage. He was more interested, instead, in the person who had imprinted the runes on the rosewood coffin. Nothing in this palace hall could have been set up by an ancient martial art practitioner. An immortal cultivator must have been involved because it was impossible for an ancient martial art practitioner to have such understanding of immortal cultivator items.
Even Mo Wen did not understand stratagem techniques, hence it was impossible for him to set up a stratagem like the eight stone pillars.
Could it be that immortal cultivators had existed in Luofeng Sect back then?
However, even if it was an immortal cultivator, they could not be a very high ranked one. Otherwise, the unknown stratagem would have been able to withstand a group of ancient martial art practitioners.
Jiang Pingzhou naturally would not give up. This time, he did not attempt to destroy the coffin. Instead, he drew a longsword from his waist, and then furiously stabbed it into the gap between the rosewood coffin and its lid. Then, grasping the sword, he prepared to pry the rosewood coffin open.
However, what everyone had not expected was that the rosewood coffin suddenly released a beam of red light. Then, with a loud clang, it directly broke Jiang Pingzhou’s longsword. An astonishing power surged out, sending Jiang Pingzhou backward from the shock.
“F*ck.” Jiang Pingzhou cursed under his breath. Originally, he had taken the lead but ended up being blocked again and again by the rosewood coffin. At this moment, Bu Zhangkun and Jiang Jingtao had rushed over with the others. His advantage immediately vanished.
“Idiot, let me do it.” Bu Zhangkun glanced mockingly at Jiang Pingzhou. How could an item of immortal cultivators be destroyed using brute force? Just now, Jiang Pingzhou had left the group first, causing the joint attack of the others on Mo Wen to have failed. All of them, be it Bu Zhangkun or Pavilion Leader Ye Rong, were dissatisfied with Jiang Pingzhou.
If Jiang Pingzhou had not done so, they would not have needed to immediately leave Mo Wen behind.
Bu Zhangkun took a step forward and prepared to find a way to open the rosewood coffin. However, an unexpected scene occurred. The rosewood coffin suddenly shook, seemingly as though something was struggling inside of it.
This turn of events gave everyone a scare. They all subconsciously froze in their tracks one by one, their gazes staring at the coffin.
As the rosewood coffin shook, the lid began to move bit by bit. The inside was revealed little by little before the crowd.
All the ancient martial art practitioners held their breath, staring unblinkingly at the rosewood coffin. Their expressions were nervous, fearing that the Dark Soul Pearl and the Cries of Hades Bell were not inside.
Rumble! The rosewood coffin opened completely. A crimson light lit up from the inside of the rosewood coffin, shining on the whole palace hall in an instant. The thick crimson light caused everyone to lose their sight for a moment. However, their other senses were not blocked. An eerie chill filled the palace hall, causing everyone to shiver uncontrollably. A stench of blood pervaded the air like a bloody battlefield.
In midair, Mo Wen’s expression turned serious. His silhouette flashed and he retreated tens of meters. He almost hugged one of the palace hall’s walls.
“That is…?” A look of shock flashed in Pavilion Leader Ye Rong’s eyes. She held the Purple Bottle Gourd in her hand. The purple light unleashed by the Bottle Gourd slowly separated her from the surrounding crimson light. Hence, among the crowd present, her visibility was the highest.
From the rosewood coffin, a person slowly crawled out. It was a person with a very tall and large figure.
A living person?
In this palace hall, how was it possible for there to be a living person, and one lying in a coffin at that?
Even Pavilion Leader Ye Rong was somewhat stunned. The inexplicable incident caused her heart to be enveloped by a chill.
Roar! Roar! A voice that sounded like a beast roar, as well as a bray, suddenly sounded. The voice was like rolling thunder, seemingly exploding beside everyone’s ears. Everyone saw pitch black, their heads dizzy and eyes dazzled.
Some ancient martial art practitioners that had lower cultivation directly spat a few mouths of blood. Their figures flew backward, their faces white as sheets.
The figures of Bu Zhangkun and the others who were standing the closest were also shaken by the roar. They frantically retreated tens of steps backward. Their blood boiled and they were nearly injured.
The gaze of Mo Wen, who was far away in the corner of the palace hall, also shook. The roar actually even affected him. With his soul power, it would have been impossible for something to affect him from such a distance unless from the soul of an immortal cultivator or by another borrowing some mysterious treasure. After all, his current soul power was only second to that of the soul of an immortal cultivator.
After the crimson light faded, a tall and large shadow stepped out.
“What monster is that?” Jiang Pingzhou shouted strangely. His voice had changed pitch somewhat as he subconsciously retreated a few steps.
The silhouette was more than three meters tall. Its upper half was naked, revealing ink green skin. Its eyes were scarlet, and its mouth was full of fangs more than three inches long. Its ten fingers were like beast claws and its nails were like hooks.
The monster than resembled neither man nor ghost emanated an astonishingly terrifying aura.