Chapter 60

The space beneath this area is incredibly vast!

Zhan Bai, Tu Zheng, and Hua Ruyan had stopped not far ahead of the two, and were also examining the place at this moment.

At first glance, Qin Feng saw countless corpses, scattered haphazardly, with shriveled bodies, their deaths looking very terrifying. Some were headless or missing limbs, but they clearly were new corpses that had died not long ago. However, it was unknown what strange evil spell they had fallen victim to, as all the blood and flesh from their bodies had been drained, leaving them shriveled like dried corpses.

In the center of this space, surrounded by a cluster of corpses, there was a rectangular depression that caught Qin Feng and the others' attention.

"Where is that faceless person?"

Stepping forward, Qin Feng asked Zhan Bai.

"Once we got here, he disappeared. He's probably hiding among these corpses. But with so many corpses here and his ability to hide, it's impossible to find him."

Qin Feng nodded and, along with Zhan Bai and the other four, cautiously approached.

Reaching the edge of the underground pit, Qin Feng looked down—

This sight startled him!

Below was a black coffin, very old and in poor condition, without even a lid. Despite this, at each of the four corners of the coffin, there were thick, crimson iron chains, the other ends of which were attached to four massive stone pillars. On these pillars, countless children's bones were nailed, and strange yellow talismans were pasted on the bones.

Inside the coffin lay a large demonic corpse, emitting a terrifying demonic aura. The demonic corpse had a dark green face, a robust build, and muscles like steel, giving off an overwhelming force that seemed to surpass the world!

More strangely, a cold, gleaming flying sword was nailed to the chest of the demonic corpse!

This flying sword shimmered with a radiant light, and even in such a dark and demonic place, it still shone like a lotus emerging from the mud, clearly indicating that it was no ordinary sword!

Unexpectedly, in a corner of the pit, there was another special corpse. This corpse was different from the others in the space, as its attire was clearly distinct.

From the attire, it seemed to belong to a prestigious sect, and on its yellowed sleeve, the words "Ba Ji" could be faintly seen.

Upon reading this name, Qin Feng's face showed a peculiar expression.

"Ba Ji Sect!"

This sect was a superpower in Yunqi Kingdom a thousand years ago, holding a status in the cultivation world similar to that of Shujian Mountain today. However, due to some special reasons, it declined and was eventually wiped out by the evil sect, the Corpse Sect, of Yunqi Kingdom.

As for the reason, Qin Feng had some understanding. According to ancient records, it was said that the sect lost its most important treasure, the Tai Xuan Ba Ji Sword!

Above the mystic artifacts were mystic treasures, which were so powerful that their might was indescribable.

However, mystic treasures were also graded. To become a sect's most important treasure, it had to be at least of high grade, or even the highest grade.

A single treasure could lead to the indirect destruction of a sect, further highlighting the power of mystic treasures.

"It seems something significant happened here..."

Especially with this mysterious ancient corpse, which had been dead for so long but still retained such a powerful aura, it was clear that this corpse was not an ordinary person in life.

Connecting this to the other corpse and the mysterious flying sword, everyone was lost in thought, but most of their attention was still on the flying sword.

To be honest, the flying sword was indeed very tempting!

But Qin Feng knew that this flying sword was not easy to obtain.

From the scene, it was not hard to guess that this flying sword was likely used to suppress the demonic corpse below. Even if the demonic corpse had been suppressed for a long time and its demonic nature had diminished, making it unable to harm others, a mystic treasure-level flying sword was not something you could just take. The flying sword had a spirit and would choose its destined master on its own.

Therefore, Qin Feng spent only a short time on the flying sword, focusing more on the demonic corpse below. While everyone's attention was on the flying sword, his eyes glowed with a purple light as he carefully observed.

As time passed, Qin Feng's expression grew increasingly grim.

Although the demonic aura within the corpse had almost completely dissipated, there were still three mysterious forces flowing within it. One of these forces came from the flying sword embedded in the corpse's chest, the weakest; another came from the corpse itself, of medium strength; and the third, the strongest of the three, had a different origin...

Qin Feng slowly lowered his gaze and finally fixed it on the lidless black coffin.

This matter was probably not as simple as it seemed...

At this moment, Tu Zheng turned around and asked Zhan Bai, "Brother Zhan, what should we do? Should we take this flying sword or not?"

Zhan Bai's eyes were filled with hesitation. For a cultivator, a flying sword was a fatal temptation, especially a mystic treasure-level flying sword. For Zhan Bai, whose cultivation was entirely based on a flying sword, it was like a matter of life and death.

But reason told Zhan Bai that taking the flying sword would be very dangerous!

There was no need to ask; from the numerous corpses on the ground, it was clear that everything must be done with caution.

"Brother Zhan, you decide. This flying sword, though good, is not suitable for me. Whether you take it or not, I, Tu Zheng, support you!" Tu Zheng smiled and said again.

Behind him, Hua Ruyan's eyes flickered with greed, but she knew she had contributed less. Even if she wanted it, she would have to wait until Zhan Bai failed to retrieve the sword before it was her turn. Therefore, she remained silent.

Shi Yuan was also very generous, directly stating that the flying sword was not suitable for her and letting Zhan Bai decide.

Zhan Bai finally turned to Qin Feng, seeking his opinion.

Qin Feng shrugged, indicating that they should give up.

However, he did not forget to remind Zhan Bai, "Brother Zhan, if you really decide to take the sword, you must act quickly! And, you must immediately destroy the demonic corpse after successfully retrieving the sword! Otherwise, I fear there will be unexpected changes!" Qin Feng's words were clear: the sword could be taken, but all potential dangers must be dealt with immediately.

"Alright!"

Zhan Bai nodded, his gaze firm, clearly determined to retrieve the flying sword.

After all, such an opportunity was rare. As the saying goes, great wealth and honor come with great risk. If he could successfully retrieve the flying sword, Zhan Bai's overall strength would immediately reach a new level. With his exceptional talent, he could become a late-stage Tian Gang cultivator in Yunqi Kingdom in a few hundred years.

Such temptation, who could resist? Zhan Bai was no exception.

Therefore, after making up his mind, Zhan Bai immediately sent a beam of energy toward the flying sword in the pit. After the energy entered the flying sword, it began to vibrate slightly. Zhan Bai closed his eyes, and the hand seals for retrieving the sword changed rapidly.

The hand seals Zhan Bai used were a rather extraordinary method from Shujian Mountain. As time passed, the flying sword's vibrations grew stronger, and the "buzzing" sound became continuous. Zhan Bai's brows were furrowed, and his forehead was drenched in sweat.

"Almost there, a little more effort!"

Tu Zheng was also tense, whispering from the side.

Suddenly, Zhan Bai's eyes opened!

He shouted, "Flying sword, come to me!"

"Buzz!"

The flying sword suddenly flew out from the corpse's chest, a flash of light as it headed toward Zhan Bai. However, its speed was too fast, and Zhan Bai's control was still lacking. The flying sword grazed past Zhan Bai's left cheek, leaving a deep sword mark on his handsome face.

"Quick, Zhan Bai!"

While Zhan Bai was still in a daze, Qin Feng suddenly reminded him.

The result was clear: the flying sword had clearly intended to recognize Zhan Bai as its master. However, Zhan Bai's strength was still too low, and he needed more time to fully control the flying sword.

Zhan Bai was startled, nodded in gratitude to Qin Feng, and chased after the flying sword.

Just as Zhan Bai left the cave to chase the flying sword, a loud laugh suddenly echoed through the cave, shaking the entire underground pit.

"Ghost Painter, you've finally found someone worthy to take the flying sword that has suppressed me for a thousand years!" The voice was abnormally old but full of powerful energy.

"Yes, Ancestor, you can finally leave the mountain!"

At the same time, a voice followed, and a person stood up from the pile of corpses, his appearance changing back to that of the faceless person. The coffin behind him floated in the air.

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