Ling Tian Sword God

"This bronze coffin seems a bit strange."

Xia Yunxin had likewise noticed the oddity of this bronze coffin. Inside it was utterly empty; not to mention the corpse of Emperor Qinling, there wasn’t even the corpse of an ordinary person to be seen.

On the contrary, when the bronze coffin was opened, it seemed to have released a surge of Dragon Qi, which slightly strengthened the nine-zhang Dragon Qi in the sky above.

Ling Chen nodded, but before he could say more, figures suddenly shot out from the spatial entrance behind them—it was Saint Qian Yan and the others.

"So many bronze coffins? Could it be that Emperor Qinling’s corpse is among these?"

A gleam of joy suddenly flashed in Saint Qian Yan’s eyes. These people had come to the Emperor’s Tomb all for Emperor Qinling; as for other things, they were not the priority.

"What are we waiting for then? Quickly, open the coffins!"

The group of experts had long been unable to suppress the fervor in their hearts. The instant they reached this space, they scattered and shot out, rushing toward the suspended bronze coffins!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The pitch-black chains were severed, and the bronze coffins were freed one after another. By some uncanny coincidence, every bronze coffin released a dragon-shaped stream of Air Energy that poured into the nine-zhang Dragon Qi in the heavens, exactly the same scene as when Ling Chen had opened a coffin earlier.

And as those bronze coffins were opened one by one, the nine-zhang Dragon Qi in the sky condensed until it was almost tangible, growing more and more lifelike, as if a true dragon were descending.

"A soaring dragon in the heavens—this is a sign of great auspiciousness, a blessed omen. There must be Treasure here!"

"Right now this flying dragon still seems rather indistinct, its aura not very strong. Perhaps once all the bronze coffins are opened, this auspicious omen will fully take shape. When that happens, a supreme Treasure is sure to appear!"

Many experts looked up at the nine-zhang Golden Dragon above their heads, their faces filled with wild joy.

"Is this thing really an auspicious omen?"

Ling Chen couldn’t help but furrow his brows. Was this phenomenon really, as these people claimed, an auspicious sign of some extraordinary Treasure emerging?

"Whether it is or not, I’m afraid it’s no longer something we can control."

Xia Yunxin had already come to Ling Chen’s side. She shook her head. The vast majority of the experts who had entered this space were frantically breaking open the sealed bronze coffins. Even if they wanted to stop them now, they were powerless to do so and might instead incur the wrath of the crowd.

"Brother Ling Chen!"

Just then, a clear, crisp female voice rang out. Ling Chen turned to look and saw Ling Yin, together with Shen Bingxin and the rest of the Lingyue Island party, entering this space as well.

"Xiao Yin, Master, you’ve come too."

Ling Chen’s eyes lit up slightly. The arrival of Ling Yin and Shen Bingxin and the others undoubtedly gave him much more confidence.

"You brat, running off so fast—far too dangerous,"

Shen Bingxin shook her head, her gaze carrying a hint of reproach as she looked at Ling Chen. "If you’d run into Saint Qian Yan, that would have been troublesome."

"I already ran into him earlier."

Ling Chen spread his hands helplessly. What he wanted to say was that he hadn’t just met Saint Qian Yan; he had also encountered Mingyue Heavenly Demon and Dao Yi True Immortal. Compared to those people, a mere Saint Qian Yan was truly nothing, not even worth mentioning.

"You ran into him? Then how did you get away?"

Shen Bingxin’s expression showed some surprise. With Ling Chen’s current strength, even if he could gain a brief advantage over Saint Qian Yan, the latter possessed a Holy Fire Order. If they truly fought, Ling Chen would not be Saint Qian Yan’s match.

Not to mention that old man had quite a few experts from Desolate Fire City at his side.

"Well, I did indeed have a powerful ally come to my aid."

Ling Chen smiled, then turned his gaze toward Xia Yunxin beside him.

"A powerful ally?"

Shen Bingxin’s eyes narrowed slightly. Following Ling Chen’s line of sight, she began to size up Xia Yunxin. Just now her attention had been fully on Ling Chen, and she had actually failed to notice Xia Yunxin’s presence.

Only now did she realize that the aura fluctuations coming from Xia Yunxin’s body were actually not much weaker than those of her, the Second Elder of Lingyue Island!

At this moment, Ling Chen also turned his head toward Xia Yunxin. "These people are all trustworthy. In front of them, there’s no need to conceal your identity."

Hearing this, Xia Yunxin reached up and removed her hood, revealing an incomparably beautiful face. There was no trace of cosmetic powder on it, yet it exuded a bewitching allure that could intoxicate and topple hearts.

"Sister Yun Xin!"

The instant she saw Xia Yunxin, a look of surprise surfaced in Ling Yin’s beautiful eyes. Back when she and Ling Chen had first come to the Nine Provinces Land, their goal had been to find a way to awaken Xia Yunxin. For a long time, the only state she had seen Xia Yunxin in was that of deep slumber. Now, after so many years, this was the first time she had seen Xia Yunxin standing alive before her, and naturally she was overjoyed.

"Xiao Yin."

Xia Yunxin reached out and rubbed the young girl’s head. Ling Yin showed no resistance at all to this almost doting gesture. Xia Yunxin had been willing to die for Ling Chen; for that reason alone, regardless of what Ling Chen thought, Ling Yin had already tacitly acknowledged Xia Yunxin as the woman closest to Ling Chen.

"My name is Xia Yunxin,"

Xia Yunxin then looked at Shen Bingxin and the others, cupped her fists slightly, and said softly, "I am... an old friend of Ling Chen’s."

When she said the words "old friend," Xia Yunxin paused for a moment before continuing.

"Just an old friend?"

The Spiritual Heart Saint was sharp-minded; how could she not see that Xia Yunxin and Ling Chen were very close? Their relationship was clearly far more than something as simple as "old friends."

"Right now she’s an old friend. After a while, she’ll be his wife!"

Before Xia Yunxin and Ling Chen could say anything, Ling Yin had already blurted this out, causing Xia Yunxin’s pretty face to flush red. But just as the words left her mouth, Ling Chen gave her a heavy knock. "You girl, what nonsense are you spouting?"

Ling Yin cried out in pain, rubbing her head as she looked at Ling Chen with some grievance, giving him a glare. "How am I talking nonsense? The two of you literally risked your lives for each other—who would believe you won’t end up together?"

Ling Chen poked Ling Yin’s forehead again. "That’s grown-ups’ business. It’s not for you to chatter about."

"You’re only three years older than me. What’s so great about that?" Ling Yin huffed. Ling Chen was clearly not much older than she was, yet he always treated her like a child.

With Ling Yin stirring things up like this, even though Ling Chen hadn’t said anything outright, Shen Bingxin and the others now understood the relationship between Ling Chen and Xia Yunxin, and naturally, the way they looked at Xia Yunxin changed.

"I am Ling Chen’s current Master, Shen Bingxin."

Shen Bingxin met Xia Yunxin’s gaze levelly. In terms of seniority, Xia Yunxin should have been a junior, but the aura emanating from the latter’s body fully qualified her to be treated as an equal.

"Miss Yun Xin’s cultivation is truly astonishing."

She could sense that Xia Yunxin’s strength was perhaps not much weaker than that of her, the Second Elder of Lingyue Island. This person might not match her in cultivation, but she was definitely an extremely terrifying figure.

She couldn’t help but be puzzled: it was one thing for Ling Chen himself to be a monster, but why was everyone around him just as monstrous? Ling Yin aside—she was known as the youngest of the Youth Kings—but this Xia Yunxin, who didn’t appear to be much older than Ling Chen, actually possessed strength that might even rival her own. One more outrageous than the other.