Chapter 2 Ancient Ruins

  Lost Mountain, Machu Picchu.

  On the tourist route to Machu Picchu, local police set up a roadblock on the highway, citing that Machu Picchu is undergoing an important archaeological survey and no unauthorized personnel are allowed to approach.

  On the edge of Machu Picchu, at an altitude of over 2,000 meters, three agile apprentices of the Tianxia Gate wore miniature submachine guns on their waists and vigilantly gazed around.

  Don't beg for sitting tens of meters away on the top of a house wall without a roof, holding a beer can, smiling and admiring the surrounding scenery.

  The mountains around Machu Picchu have a beautiful landscape, with green hills overlapping, morning mist rising, and white smoke-like fog being pulled out by the morning wind on the middle of the mountain, like a fairyland that makes people think deeply.

  He took a big gulp of beer, crushed the can and threw it away heavily.

  Subconsciously, he patted the hidden compartment in his waistband, and the master token of the Heaven-Defying Gate lay quietly inside, not moving a single thread.

  According to the rules of the Tianhuan Gate, the gatekeeper's token must be worn by the gatekeeper at all times and never leave their side. However, Wu Wang was not a person who adhered to the rules, and he was currently leading a group of elite disciples to investigate Machu Picchu City, so he did not want an extra burden on his body.

  He has entrusted all the important matters to his disciples who are not familiar with the survey of ancient ruins, and he himself led a group of elite disciples to take charge in person. Now they are busy running around in the ruins of Machu Picchu.

  More than 200 meters away, in an abandoned temple, Wu Wang straightened his waist, wearing only a small underpants, and coughed heavily, spitting out a mouthful of thick phlegm. It had just rained heavily, and the temple was extremely dusty. The rainwater and dust mixed together to form a dirty mud, and Wu Wang's whole body was wrapped in it like a muddy monkey.

  Wu Wang dropped the delicate ultrasonic detector in his hand, took a few steps back, and suddenly flew forward, heavily slapping a palm on an inconspicuous carved brick at the corner of the temple. The instrument had already detected that there was a mysterious void inside the temple. With the experience and eyesight of a top-notch disciple of the Heaven-Stealing Gate, he easily discovered that this brick was the key to controlling some mechanisms inside the temple.

  The entire Machu Picchu shook violently, and with Wu Wang's powerful blow, the carved brick slowly sank into the wall. In a large hall on the east side of the temple that had lost its roof, hundreds of exquisite carved bricks silently slid open on the ground, quickly sinking into the ground, revealing an entrance to a passageway that could accommodate three people walking shoulder-to-shoulder.

  Wu Qi grasped the ancient sword with a shark skin scabbard, brass hilt and gold mouth, inlaid with countless precious stones of various sizes.

  This is a treasured sword taken out from an ancient tomb in the Tiger Hill Sword Pool by a senior master of the third generation before the Heaven-Stealing and Day-Replacing Gate. The two characters 'Dragon Abyss' are carved on the sword, but it's unknown whether it's the legendary Dragon Abyss Sword forged by Ouyezi.

  This Longyuan sword is razor-sharp, and even modern special alloy-forged combat knives can't withstand its light strike. As Wu Wang's only successor, the current master of the Tiān Huàn Jiǎo Mén (Stealing Heaven and Replacing Day Gate), Wù Qǐ naturally has the qualifications to use it.

  A dozen or so young men from the "Greedy Wolf" gang, armed with various weapons, closely followed behind Wu Qi.

  Tán Láng group, after Wu Wang joined the Tiān Xiǎo Huàn Rì gate, has been training a team of elite forces using military methods to train orphans from all over the country. Under the leadership of Wù Qǐ, Tán Láng group played a crucial role in Wu Wang's battle against Shàng Guān Yě and his subsequent takeover of the Tiān Xiǎo Huàn Rì gate.

  Holding the Longyuan sword, he didn't ask for a horse and walked into the tunnel first.

  Just a few steps forward, Wu Wang, who had just overexerted himself, came to and pulled along an unwilling Le Xiao Bai to catch up.

  Wearing a long gown, looking as if he was about to attend a night banquet, Le Xiao Bai struggled hard, shouting loudly: "I have mysophobia, I have mysophobia! Big brother, sect leader, Wu uncle, I hate crawling through tunnels, don't pull me!"

  Without saying a word, he picked up a piece of mud from the ground that was two or three inches thick and smeared it on Le Xiao Bai's face.

  Le Xiao Bai's body stiffened, and he stared blankly at the filthy mud water dripping from his face, his body convulsing violently.

  "Don't beg! You're ungrateful! Have you forgotten who brought you out of Africa four years ago?" Le Xiao Bai's folding fan almost poked into Wu Qi's nose.

  He twitched the corner of his mouth and shrugged: "Who was it that found a woman in Amsterdam last year, didn't have money to pay, and had me run to save him? You bought me for $100, and I paid 3,800 yuan for you that day. Even with inflation over the past two years, I've already repaid you."

  Staring at Le Xiao Bai, who was dumbfounded, he said with a sneer: "As the leader of the Tianqiao Gate's White Paper Fan, you were actually robbed of your wallet by those little rascals from Holland. If our ancestors' spirits are still around, they should haunt you in your sleep and strangle you to death!"

  Wu Wang burst out laughing, Yue Xiao Bai's mouth twitched for a while, suddenly stamped his foot, threw down the folding fan, took off his long shirt, and walked forward with his head hung low.

  Possessing a freakish level of intelligence, his slender body was even more fragile than Lin Meimei's. Within a short span of years, he had already grasped the intricacies of all the hidden mechanisms and dark artifacts in the "Stealing Heaven and Replacing Earth" gate, and had even innovated and expanded upon them. As long as he led the way, there was basically no mechanism that could pose a threat to Wu Wang and Mo Qi.

  Wu Wang has super strong organizational ability and leadership charisma.

  Wú Qǐ has extremely strong martial arts talent and combat ability.

  But the one who truly inherited the ancestral cooking skills of the Heaven-Stealing Gate is none other than Le Xiao Bai.

  Muttering to himself, Le Xiao Bai led the crowd down the winding tunnel, gradually deeper into the mountain. The tunnel was set up with dozens of deadly traps and hidden weapons, but they were all easily broken through by Le Xiao Bai.

  "I hate this behavior that insults my intelligence!" Le Xiao Bai said while breaking through the mechanisms on the road, "Barging into someone's ancestral tomb and using brute force to break in, not a single bit of intelligence quotient, not a single bit of intelligence quotient!"

  No one paid attention to Le Xiao Bai's self-pitying complaints.

  Wu Wang led a few disciples of the Tianhua Gate, pretending to inspect the searchlights and ventilation ducts. Wu Qi led the elite of the Greedy Wolf team, cautiously patrolling around. In this ancient relic, who knows what strange things might be hidden.

  Last year, they encountered a moving mummy in an underground tomb somewhere in the Valley of the Kings in Egypt. Wu Xi led thirty or so skilled fighters from the Greedy Wolf Corps and, after a fierce battle, finally managed to smash that mummy into pieces.

  The mystery of Inca ruins is no less than that of Egypt, be prepared to draw your sword at any time.

  Fortunately, nothing out of the ordinary happened here. Le Xiao Bai broke through sixty-four mechanisms and traps along the way, and everyone arrived smoothly at a large metal gate at the end of the passage. This was a gate that was obviously cast from gold and silver, with countless mysterious flower patterns carved on it.

  The rectangular gate is over 12 meters high and more than three meters wide. Under the spotlight, the gate shines with a mysterious golden and silver light.

  Le Xiao Bai squeezed up to the front of the door and used a probe to heavily stab at the large gate.

  "Golden six and silver four, extremely high purity. This time as long as we cut off these two big gates and bring them back, we'll have gotten our money's worth!"

  In the past few years, Le Xiao Bai has honed his incredible discerning ability in the art of stealing. With just a light probe, he discovered that the folding fan gate was made of almost pure gold and silver alloy, with 60% gold and 40% silver. This enormous gate, even if it were only as thick as an ordinary door, would still be worth an astonishing fortune.

  He took a palm-sized, multi-pointed sun-shaped gold medal from the doorman's hand, which was full of South American Inca cultural charm. Wu looked at the big door and smiled: "I'm very curious, if the door is so expensive, what will be behind it?"

  Don't beg, staring at the gate, suddenly drew his sword, a flash of water light burst out from the scabbard, bringing a piercing sound that pierced the air and stabbed straight at the gate.

  Don't underestimate the heavenly gift, under Wu Wangmen for four years of bitter cultivation, his internal strength is almost comparable to that of the four great elders in the sect. The Longyuan sword is an ancient treasure sword, its body is like a wave of water, and with the surge of internal energy, the sword tip spits out a three-inch-long sword aura, tearing through the air and stabbing straight at the gate.

  A loud crash, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed on the gate, and a thick electric spark shot out from the gate and hit Longyuan Sword heavily.

  His arm was struck as if by lightning, and the sleeve of his right arm was reduced to ashes on the spot. His whole body shone with fine electric sparks, and he was blown far away, his hands and feet tied up.

  His body was in extreme pain, every cell in his body was penetrated by the high-voltage electric current, if not for his strong inner power supporting him, the lightning would have killed him.

  Leshao Bai, who was standing by the door, jumped back more than two meters in fright and exclaimed: "My god! Those unopened ancient Inca people, they invented high-voltage electric nets?"

  Wu Wang clenched the gold medal in his hand, looked at the gate and shook his head, saying: "Damn high-voltage electric net, if it were that thing, you'd be the first to get electrocuted!"

  Turning back, Wu Wang anxiously asked: "Mo Qi, are you alright?"

  He took a deep breath, carefully circulating his true energy throughout his body, and slowly got up. He shook his head and said, "It's nothing, I just lost 70% of my internal strength."

  Glancing at the Longyuan sword tightly held in his hand, it was indeed an ancient famous sword. After being struck by lightning, the sword body did not show any unusual changes, but instead, a mysterious dark blue color appeared out of thin air in that pale blue water light, exactly the same as the color of the lightning just now.

  After exercising his body, Wu Qi gritted his teeth and said: "Master, it's time to use that golden token. This gate is probably as strange as the Wooden Ni."

  Wu Wang furrowed his brow, tightly grasping the gold medal in his hand, cautiously approaching the doorway.

  This gold medal was obtained by the disciples of the Heaven-Defying Sect from a private museum in South America several months ago. With the sharp eyes of the Heaven-Defying Sect's disciples, this gold medal has great value in terms of its material and the patterns and characters on it.

  Thus, the cultural relics in this museum came to the Gate of Stealing Heaven and Changing Day. After several ancient historians and paleographers studied hard inside the gate, following the clues left on the golden plaque, Wu Wang and others arrived here.

  The clue on the gold medal was indeed not deceiving. To say nothing of other things, just this automatic high-voltage electric defense gate is worth making a big fuss about. What's inside this gate is even more worth everyone's expectation.

  Carefully, extremely carefully, Wu Wang inserted the gold medal into a smiling sun mask in the center of the door.

  The golden plate had just been embedded, and the gate suddenly emitted a strong light. Wu Wang retreated thirty meters back in an instant, and the heavy gate slowly and silently slid open to both sides, revealing a huge space filled with strange and bright lights behind it.

  "Wu Wang took a cold breath: 'This time it's prosperous!'"

  Don't rub your eyes wide open and stare blankly at those unbelievable things inside.

  Le Xiao Bai stretched his neck and muttered subconsciously: "Magnetic levitation? Immortal? Fairy? It can't be that absurd, right?"

  Before his words had fallen, three green lights suddenly shot out from behind him.

  A few soft sounds, a cyan light like a whip swept around, except for Wu Wang, Mo Qi and Le Xiao Bai, all the other disciples of the Tian Huan Men were killed.

  Dozens of blood pillars flew up, dozens of heads rolled all over the ground.