Volume 2: Heavenly Sword Burial Chapter 94: Treasure Mountain

  Standing at the edge of the stone bridge, he bent his waist, his eyes fixed on the ground, and his hand pointed to that space, waiting for other cultivators to cross the bridge. When no one came onto the bridge, Jiang Feng maintained the posture of wanting to stretch out his hand, looked at those cultivators, and then took another look at that space. By the time his gaze returned, Jiang Feng had put on an unhappy expression.

  Standing up straight, Jiang Feng pointed at those cultivators and said with a face full of indignation: "What do you mean? Ah? So many people, and there are so many experts here, are you waiting for me to go first and take the lead? Are you kidding me? Don't you feel ashamed?"

  No one responded to Jiang Feng, and he was so angry that he paced back and forth on the bridge. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, continuing to point at those cultivators and shouting: "The great sects are all here, aren't they? All nine of the Great Heavenly Gates have arrived, right? Many sect leaders have come, haven't they? There are even cultivators who are just short of transcending their tribulations and ascending. And yet you want a Qi Foundation stage junior cultivator to help you explore the way? Do you still have the face to see people?"

  After stopping the conversation, Jiang Feng continued to pace back and forth. After a few rounds, he stopped again and continued to say to those monks: "Can't find the treasure, you're looking at me. Can't find the entrance, you're looking at me. Can't move the stone slab, you're still looking at me. I'm not your mother, why do you point at me for everything?"

  After shouting this sentence, Jiang Feng continued to pace back and forth. Those monks still didn't speak up, they indeed had no face to speak.

  After stopping again, Jiang Feng looked around in the crowd and found the location of the Wuxing Sword Sect. He then rushed over there and shouted: "You people from the Wuxing Sword Sect are all idiots! Your own ancestor is about to be kicked out to face the thunder, yet you're just standing by watching. You're still one of the top nine sects in the Tianmen, I spit on that! Disband quickly!"

  "River Road friend, don't be reckless..."

  "If you're not as eloquent as Murong Qingfeng, then don't speak," Jiang Feng shouted at him. "Shut your mouth, who allowed you to speak? What qualifications do you have to speak? Do you believe that with just one word from me, I can annihilate you and make the Wu Xing Sword Sect completely disappear?"

  Murong Qingfeng's words were choked back. Anyone could see the displeased expression of the Wuxing Sword Sect members. Jiang Feng didn't care about that, he continued to shout towards the direction where the Wuxing Sword Sect members were: "You're still not happy? What do you have to be unhappy about? If you know what's good for you, then you won't need to share this place with other cultivators. Whatever treasures are inside the Zei Wang tomb, you'll all have the chance to get them first. Now? If there are any treasures inside, you'll just have to fight to the death with others to grab them."

  After shouting, Jiang Feng looked at those cultivators with some shortness of breath. He thought to himself that these people were all masters, and shouldn't be so afraid of death. Moreover, he had already said things in such a way, someone would definitely go over to try it out, right? It couldn't be that they really wanted him to scout ahead, could it? But Jiang Feng had truly overestimated these people - not one of them moved.

  Wu Chang and several other cultivators who couldn't wait for the heavenly calamity were unaware of what was inside and didn't want to act rashly. Moreover, knowing that a divine light had emanated from the tomb of the Bandit King before made them attach even more importance to this place and even less dared to make any reckless moves. The other cultivators all thought that Jiang Feng knew where the most important treasure in the tomb of the Bandit King was placed. By following Jiang Feng, they could find it directly. If they went in to search for it themselves, who knows if they would end up searching in the wrong place?

  "They're all waiting for me, aren't they? Fine, I'll play along. You'd better hope we don't meet during the tribulation, or I'll make sure you all die." Jiang Feng cursed those cultivators in his heart, thinking of a countermeasure at the same time. He really didn't want to go in because his cultivation was truly too low, and going in would be too dangerous.

  Thinking about it, Jiang Feng took a look at that special space, then gritted his teeth, steeled himself, and charged straight towards it. All the cultivators stared fixedly at Jiang Feng, watching as he ran faster and faster, soon running off the bridge and into the thick fog within the space.

  At this time, Wu Chang and several cultivators who couldn't wait for the heavenly tribulation chased after him. Then there were people from the Nine Great Heavens, as well as cultivators from other major sects, and scattered cultivators with strong cultivation. Soon the stone bridge was filled with cultivators.

  Jiang Feng rushed into the independent space and soon entered the fog. Wu Chang and others who chased after him did not find Jiang Feng in the fog, nor did they discover the tomb of Zei Wang. The crowd also began to disperse their divine sense to search.

  A large number of cultivators surged into the independent space. There were also some cultivators who were really too weak and did not enter. They didn't dare to enter, thinking it was better to stay outside and watch the excitement.

  The monks who didn't go in just saw a large number of monks disappear into the fog, and then nothing happened for a long time. These monks could only wait and discuss whether there was a tomb of the bandit king inside, or what kind of treasure might appear.

  About an hour later, a white fox appeared on a small mound about a kilometer away from the stone bridge. The fox looked towards the stone bridge for a while before disappearing. When it reappeared, it was already inside the independent space.

  A few minutes later, a drunk old man also appeared in this area. After burping loudly towards the stone bridge, he walked past. Until this person disappeared into the fog in the independent space, no one noticed him.

  Then several mysterious people entered the independent space without being detected by other monks. After a few more minutes, a monk ran over from afar. As he ran, he kept looking back. Behind him, a woman was slowly catching up.

  "My dear mother, how did you come again." The monk who ran over said. This person was the Blood Knife that Yue Jiang Feng had brought here. Behind him, of course, was Zi Wei.

  When he ran to the stone bridge, Xue Dao was standing under the steps, jumping up and down while looking up at the bridge. He was also muttering to himself, "Could this be the tomb of Zei Wang?" At this time, Zi Wei had already arrived beside Xue Dao.

  The other cultivators were all staring at Blood Knife, watching as a Golden Dan initial-stage cultivator chased after a Solid Foundation initial-stage cultivator. They thought that once the chase was over, they would engage in a fierce battle. But unexpectedly, Zi Wei caught up and stood silently beside Blood Knife without saying a word.

  Xue Dao took two steps, and Zi Wei followed with two steps, completely like a shadow. Xue Dao was muttering to himself somewhere, but it was unclear what he was saying. He kept glancing at the other cultivators, as if searching for someone.

  Perhaps having figured it out, Blood Blade revealed a "let's just die then" expression, and then walked towards the stone bridge, entering the independent space. Zi Wei also followed him in.

  "There's actually someone who isn't afraid of death. This is the first time a Foundation Stage cultivator has gone in, aside from that Jiang Feng." one of the cultivators said.

  After that, there really weren't any low-level cultivators who went in again. Jiang Feng and Xue Dao were indeed the weakest ones. The cultivators waiting outside waited for a long time but didn't see anything happen inside the independent space. They could only continue to wait.

  After two or three hours, a white fox emerged from the independent space without anyone noticing. Then that drunk old man and several other mysterious people all came out without being noticed and left here.

  The independent space was very large, and it wasn't just that one couldn't see the end with a single glance. Even when cultivators in the Tribulation period scattered their divine sense, they still couldn't find the end. After Jiang Feng entered, he simply ran wildly. His only thought was to not let the people following behind catch up to him.

  He didn't think he could actually shake off the people behind him. But he ran for a while, and indeed no one caught up with him. He looked back and didn't see anyone. He spread out his spiritual sense to look around, but still didn't see anyone. This made Jiang Feng feel strange.

  Soon, Jiang Feng discovered that his divine sense was being suppressed. The distance he could spread out was getting shorter and shorter. It was soon compressed to within three meters of his body. If it went any further, it simply couldn't stretch out.

  After his divine sense was restricted, Jiang Feng became even more cautious. He also increasingly felt that there was something wrong with this space. He began to suspect that the Thief King was not what he seemed, as he didn't believe that the Thief King could find such a large independent space.

  The terrain in the independent space was very flat and there were no dangers. Jiang Feng walked aimlessly, and after nearly an hour, he saw a mountain. It was a very high stone mountain, and it was a mountain that flashed various colors of light on its body.

  "This can't be the tomb of the Bandit King, can it? I wonder if the Bandit King has inlaid all his stolen treasures on this mountain." Jiang Feng said to himself.