Chapter 36

According to the young man with a dark face, Bu Fei, the treasure vault left by King Bu Chenwu is located deep within the Eight-Headed Mountain.

The Bu family was originally a top martial arts family in Yunlong County, but after their ancestor, King Bu Chenwu, fell seven hundred years ago and one of the dual swords, the Light and Dark Swords, was lost, the Bu family declined and gradually became an ordinary family. By Bu Fei's generation, the Bu family was down to just him.

Deep within the Eight-Headed Mountain, second-level beastmen are quite common, and some top-tier second-level beastmen have strength comparable to the ninth level of the Qi Sea realm.

"Stop!"

The two were walking through the forest when Luo Xiu suddenly stopped, his brows furrowed.

"What's wrong?" Bu Fei asked.

"If we go any further, there's a third-level beastman about seven hundred meters ahead, as powerful as a Xiantian Martial Master," Luo Xiu said in a deep voice, then pointed to the right. "We'll go around this way."

"How do you know there's a third-level beastman?" Bu Fei asked, puzzled.

"Roar!"

At that moment, a terrifying roar came from ahead, the aura sweeping through the forest, making Bu Fei's face change and his heart race.

Just from the aura alone, Bu Fei could confirm that the beastman that produced such a terrifying roar must be an extremely formidable existence, far beyond what a Qi Sea realm practitioner could contend with.

Seeing Luo Xiu already heading to the right, Bu Fei's eyes flashed, feeling even more that this black-clothed youth was full of mystery.

On their journey, the two did not remain silent. Bu Fei had also inquired about Luo Xiu's background and learned that he was a student at the Qingyun Martial Hall, named Luo Xiu.

In Luo Xiu's perception, there was a fierce aura belonging to a beastman, even more powerful than the Xiantian Martial Masters in the Martial Hall.

With the help of his special ability to sense life, Luo Xiu and Bu Fei traversed the deepest areas of the Eight-Headed Mountain, encountering some dangers but managing to avoid them.

If not for Luo Xiu's warnings, Bu Fei knew that he would not have been able to reach this point on his own. Along the way, they had avoided at least ten areas inhabited by third-level beastmen.

"How much longer until we reach the treasure vault?" Luo Xiu asked.

During their journey, the two had already traveled through the Eight-Headed Mountain for seven days. Because they had to avoid the territories of powerful beastmen, they often had to take detours, which is why it took so long.

Bu Fei took out a scroll of animal skin, which had a map on it. He carefully examined the nearby terrain and said, "At the latest, we should arrive in two days."

"Let me see." Luo Xiu moved closer, but Bu Fei quickly put the map away.

This exploration of the Martial King's treasure vault was a mutual vigilance between the two. Bu Fei knew that Luo Xiu had the ability to kill him, so this map was his leverage in their cooperation.

Luo Xiu had the key to opening the treasure vault, the Dark Sword. If he wanted to kill Bu Fei and take the map, Bu Fei had the ability to destroy the map before Luo Xiu could kill him.

Luo Xiu was also well aware of this, so he maintained a delicate balance with Bu Fei.

After two more days, Luo Xiu and Bu Fei arrived at the entrance of a canyon.

Next to the canyon was a river. Standing on a tree branch, they could see the canyon filled with mist, shrouded in white fog, making it hard to see clearly.

"According to the map, the treasure vault is in this canyon, but to open it, we need both the Light and Dark Swords and the bloodline of a direct descendant of King Bu Chenwu!"

Bu Fei said, his eyes wary, watching Luo Xiu to prevent him from suddenly snatching the Light Sword.

Seeing Bu Fei's cautious and wary demeanor, Luo Xiu said coolly, "I'm not the type to turn on my allies. As long as you don't play any tricks, I promise I won't lay a hand on you."

At the beginning, Bu Fei had not mentioned that opening the treasure vault required the bloodline of a descendant of King Bu Chenwu. Now that he was saying this, it was clearly because he was worried that Luo Xiu might turn on him.

The two, wary of each other, crossed the forest and entered the canyon.

Luo Xiu expanded his life perception and found no signs of beastmen or human martial artists in the canyon.

As soon as they entered the canyon, the white mist around them suddenly surged, limiting their visibility to just over a meter.

"Bu Fei, what's going on?"

Luo Xiu frowned, but when he turned his head, the dark-faced young man, Bu Fei, had already disappeared.

In the canyon shrouded in white mist, Bu Fei held a disk in his hand, engraved with intricate patterns. In the center of the disk was a red needle, which swung back and forth.

"How dare you, an outsider, try to lay hands on the treasure vault left by my ancestor?"

Following the direction indicated by the disk's needle, the white mist had little effect on Bu Fei.

In fact, the white mist covering the canyon was a fourth-level array. Without the correct direction, even a Xiantian Martial Master would find it difficult to leave, trapped here for life.

"The Dark Sword is still in his hands. I must kill him to get the Dark Sword and open the treasure vault." Bu Fei's eyes glinted with a fierce killing intent.

If the Dark Sword had not been lost, with the many treasures and resources left by his ancestor, the Bu family would not have fallen to this state.

Therefore, Bu Fei was determined to obtain the treasure left by his ancestor. Even if it was not to revive the Bu family, it would at least give him the hope of becoming a Martial King as powerful as his ancestor!

After a moment, Bu Fei walked out of the area shrouded in white mist, deeper into the canyon, and found a cave.

The cave was over ten meters high, with howling winds echoing inside, like the cries of ghosts and wolves. Just standing at the entrance, Bu Fei could feel a fierce and terrifying aura emanating from deep within the cave.

"According to the records left by my ancestor, the entrance to the treasure vault is guarded by a fifth-level beastman!"

Bu Fei flipped his palm and took out a jade pendant from his storage bracelet. He bit his fingertip and smeared a drop of blood on the pendant. The pendant flashed with light and instantly absorbed the blood.

"Roar!"

A terrifying roar echoed from the cave, the sound waves reverberating for over ten miles, causing the white mist in the canyon to churn violently.

"What is that?"

Luo Xiu, walking through the white mist, heard the roar. His blood churned, his eardrums ached, and he felt a sense of panic and confusion.

At the entrance of the cave deep in the canyon, Bu Fei felt a terrifying aura approaching. A black tiger with two heads appeared before him.

The beastman was over seven hundred meters tall, with a body length of over ten meters, like a small black mountain. The terrifying aura emanating from it almost made him suffocate.

"Two-Headed Nether Tiger!"

Bu Fei felt his breath stop, his heart pounding.

This was a fifth-level beastman, as powerful as a Martial King, a contracted beast of his ancestor, King Bu Chenwu. Before his death, King Bu Chenwu left this beastman to guard the treasure vault and left a token for his descendants.

And the jade pendant in Bu Fei's hand was that token!

The four crimson eyes on the two heads of the Two-Headed Nether Tiger stared at the jade pendant in Bu Fei's hand. The beastman's aura gradually subsided, and it let out a low growl, the bloodshot eyes becoming softer.

The bloodline aura in the jade pendant confirmed to it that the human before it was a descendant of its former master.

Seeing that the Two-Headed Nether Tiger did not harm him, Bu Fei took a deep breath and gradually calmed down.

Holding the jade pendant, he pointed towards the area shrouded in white mist, his eyes filled with killing intent. "Someone is trying to steal the treasure vault left by our ancestor. Kill him! Bring back what he has."

A fifth-level beastman, though unable to speak, could understand what Bu Fei was saying.

"Roar!"

The Two-Headed Nether Tiger let out an angry roar, its massive body leaping forward like a black lightning bolt, rushing into the white mist.

With his life perception ability, Luo Xiu had already locked onto Bu Fei's life aura. He was about to leave the area shrouded in white mist.

Suddenly, an overwhelmingly powerful life aura appeared in his perception, rapidly approaching his position.

"Bad!"

Luo Xiu heard the terrifying roar and saw a massive black shadow charging towards him in the mist.

The terrifying aura almost made him suffocate. Under the pressure of life and death, the All-Heaven Life-Death Wheel in his dantian began to spin rapidly, the life and death qi flowing through his body.

"Whoosh!"

He activated the Qimen Dushen technique, his body turning into a blur and quickly leaving his original position.

"Boom!"

The massive black shadow pressed down on Luo Xiu's original position, rocks and soil flying everywhere. Four crimson eyes glowed in the mist, like four red lamps.

This was an incredibly terrifying beastman. Even the most powerful martial artist Luo Xiu had seen, the master of the Qingyun City Martial Hall, would be as fragile as a child compared to this Two-Headed Black Tiger.

"Run!"

Luo Xiu did not hesitate. He pushed his Qimen Dushen technique to its limit, all his potential bursting forth under the pressure of death.

But no matter how fast Luo Xiu was, it was useless against the Two-Headed Nether Tiger.

"Whoosh!"

The Two-Headed Nether Tiger leaped lightly, its massive body instantly rushing forward, casting a black shadow that completely enveloped Luo Xiu.

"No!"

Luo Xiu screamed, his eyes bloodshot. He was not willing to die like this.

Under the pressure of death, he burst with potential, advancing the Qimen Dushen technique from the Great Success realm to a new level.

"Boom!"

The massive tiger claw struck the ground, creating a pit, but it only shattered Luo Xiu's afterimage.

"Roar!"

The Two-Headed Nether Tiger let out a low, angry roar, unable to tolerate a lowly ant escaping from its grasp.

It opened its mouth, a massive suction force emerging, drawing the surrounding mist towards it. Luo Xiu, who had just escaped to a distance, felt this powerful suction force, his body unable to move as if glued in place.

He turned back and saw the Two-Headed Nether Tiger opening its two blood-red mouths, like black holes, swallowing everything within a hundred-meter radius.

"No! I can't die!"

Luo Xiu desperately channeled the Pure Yang Technique, but even the Qimen Dushen technique at the Perfect realm could not escape this terrifying suction force. His body involuntarily flew up, falling towards the Two-Headed Nether Tiger's blood-red mouth.

At this critical moment, Luo Xiu felt a violent tremor in his soul, and black and white light enveloped his body.

"Buzz!"

Luo Xiu's figure instantly disappeared, leaving only a black and white bead to fall into the Two-Headed Nether Tiger's mouth.

Luo Xiu's consciousness fell into darkness.