Chapter 1320 - 667_2
During this process, Ning Xiaoxian seemed to hear a long sigh, but the sound vanished in an instant.
She curiously asked, "What was that sound?"
Chang Tian calmly replied, "Whatever it is, it’s not too late to study it carefully after we get out!" Without stopping his hands, he pushed hard on the golden coffin, moving its near-thousand-pound lid aside to reveal the contents inside.
What would be inside a coffin? Naturally, it’s a dead person. The body inside the coffin was much taller than an ordinary person. The luxurious battle armor couldn’t hide his knotted muscles, and a golden mask covered his face, but Ning Xiaoxian could see his neatly combed long white hair at the back of his head. Despite being nourished by the thick Evil Qi, the body of this coffin’s owner remained intact. Though he had been dead for who knows how many years, a robust, fierce, and violent aura still rushed out at them.
Is this Yin Jiu You’s biological father? It seems this father and son pair have nothing in common in terms of appearance or physique. She thought idly, could Yin Jiu You be someone else’s child?
Chang Tian ignored her thoughts, simply reaching out to pick up a large, dark bow placed beside the dead person. The bow had six layers, its surface simply decorated with a few patterns resembling those on a Tri-footed Vessel, with only a groove at the center. Under the dim light, it didn’t seem particularly special.
But who was Yin Wushang? The weapon that he placed by his side even in death couldn’t possibly be a common item?
Chang Tian still didn’t look at it, directly throwing the longbow into the Sea Bag. He was about to leave when his gaze swept across a stone platform at the side of the tomb chamber, which haphazardly placed ceremonials, and suddenly he made a soft exclamation before striding over. His fingers brushed lightly over it twice, and suddenly a bronze box appeared on the platform.
This box looked plain and unadorned, like something used by ordinary households, yet it was actually camouflaged by a small array. If not for his keen eye, they might have overlooked it.
Chang Tian had no time to open the box and examine it, quickly storing it away as he rushed toward the entrance of the Inner Mausoleum.
What she needed most now was time, and she couldn’t afford to waste a second.
Talking to Chi Wen, whose large mouth had already spat her out, the Dragon Child watched her with eyes wide open, feeling that this girl had changed somehow, though he couldn’t pinpoint exactly how. He only heard her turn around and say solemnly, "How do you want to die?" as if she’d decided without any hesitation.
"This is the Dragon Ball, it’s the only thing I’ve managed to keep free from the contamination of Evil Qi with all my strength!" Chi Wen opened its mouth wide, spitting out a cyan ball that floated slowly in front of her, "Kill me, thank you."
The body of Chi Wen was too massive, and the dragon skin was far too tough; Ning Xiaoxian’s weapon was not enough to quickly and painlessly kill such a giant beast, so her choices were down to one.
She nodded slightly, accepting the Dragon Ball, leaped onto Chi Wen’s back, and reached into the Sea Bag to pull out the golden giant pestle, whispering, "Easy journey."
Chang Tian, usually so reserved about his emotions, heard his own voice through Ning Xiaoxian’s mouth reveal sympathy.
In the next instant, the golden pestle once again pierced into the massive, unhealed wound on the Dragon Child’s back!
Before Ning Xiaoxian removed it, the golden pestle had only slightly pierced the subcutaneous layer below its brain, just enough to provoke madness and stupor without causing death. But this time was different; Chang Tian’s ruthless strike sent the pestle plunging deep into the Dragon Child’s vulnerable brain without a sound!
Chi Wen opened its mouth wide, emitting a final furious roar in this world before its large head fell heavily. The massive sound waves spread rapidly in all directions, causing the whole Underground Lake to tremble.
The Dragon Child closed its eyes, with two tears flowing down from the corners of its eyes.
It was finally free.
Chang Tian controlled Ning Xiaoxian’s body to leap down onto the beach, extending his Tusk to catch the tears slipping from Chi Wen’s eyes.
When they landed on the cold sharp blade, the two tears turned into pale blue pearls.
He did not linger, employing the Shrinking Land into Inches technique to rush outward, covering sixty zhang with each step! Despite the monsters in the underground palace having honed an incredible spiritual sense through years of darkness, at most they’d only feel a breeze brushing past them. As for where the wind came from in this underground palace, it was not a question they were inclined to solve.
This underground palace, which took them and Boss Kun’s group an entire night to enter, now only took Chang Tian less than forty breaths to return!
She emerged from the mass grave only to find that outside, the sky was bright with the sun tilting westward—it was already afternoon.
Chang Tian’s heart grew more anxious. With Ning Xiaoxian’s current Great Perfection of Late Stage of Unity cultivation, the effect of the Summoning God Technique is estimated to last about one hundred and ten breaths, seventy breaths longer than during the casting with Wanxiang Stage cultivation.
But having already used twenty breaths in the underground palace and on Chi Wen, it meant she only had a mere fifty breaths worth of time left!
There was no time to use the Jade Boat, she needed to leverage some help.
As if sensing his anxiety, Ning Xiaoxian didn’t rush him, only comforting, "Find a cave to make do for a few days, that’s all; I’m not that precious."
Chang Tian frowned in silence, pondering for a moment before taking out a white tiger fur about an inch long from the Sea Bag. When viewed under sunlight, the tip of the fur reflected a faint golden sheen.
Ning Xiaoxian wondered, "White Tiger True Monarch’s token?"
After the White Tiger escaped from Yuhu Peak, it had given her three tiger furs as tokens, saying they could be used to seek him if needed.
Understanding this, she felt she should commend Chang Tian’s quick wit. At this point, was there a more reliable idea than calling upon the White Tiger True Monarch for help? (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit qidian.com to vote for recommendations, monthly tickets, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)