Imperial Treasure

Chapter 1439: Chapter 838: Spirit Coffin

Sui Yi held him back, not saying much. Huang Long understood and accepted the gratitude. Anyway, at Sui Yi’s stage, any reciprocation was meaningless. Just remember this kindness and see if there might be a chance to lend a helping hand in the future...

"Tomorrow is the Thousand Years Martial Birth, you, the Sect Master, are going, right?"

Hmm? Is the term ’Sect Master’ widely known now?

"Yes, if there’s nothing else, I’ll go and take a look."

"Hey..."

Huang Long was quite a cunning one. He suddenly looked around at the surroundings. Uh... this is indoors, why look at the surroundings?

"If that’s the case, please be cautious tomorrow, Sect Master."

"Hmm?" Sui Yi lifted his eyes.

Huang Long rubbed his large hands, lowered his voice, and said: "Before coming here, I had a word with some friends. This year’s Thousand Years Martial Birth isn’t simple. In the past, it was all just about martial discussions, fights, boasting, and distributing good stuff. But this year, I heard about some treasures from the tomb..."

Sui Yi closed the book in hand.

Treasures from the tomb?

"Xie Ruite?" Sui Yi asked.

"Yes, yes, that’s it. Well, the Mo, Jhiang, and Xu families had their masters leave recently and happened to coincide with Xie Ruite’s plan. They must have taken a share. This time’s invitation looks no different from usual, but for those who’ve attended several times, it clearly feels different. Is it similar to the inheritance matching done by the foreign Ghost Party?"

If that’s the case, it’s understandable.

However, Sui Yi knows that these forces taking such actions are taking great risks. Even if the Spirit Coffin contains immense power and is inherited by someone, if these forces cannot control the person, wouldn’t it be like making a wedding dress for others?

Therefore, they certainly have some measures prepared.

So, even if it’s not exactly a feast with hidden motives, it’s definitely not a gathering where you eat for free.

Huang Long and others, with wide connections, have already noticed some rumors. But not attending is not an option since the hosts involve many powerful figures. When floating in Jianghu, it’s hard to be completely free.

Huang Long understands this profoundly, which is why he came down the mountain.

"Things underground shouldn’t be messed with. Those foreign yellow-haired monkeys don’t understand. How can those old families break the taboo, digging up so many things, taking them all without knowing how much of a human cost was paid? Just considering if these things are auspicious or not, or if there are hidden dangers is already a big problem... Sect Master, don’t you think?"

After coming down the mountain, Huang Long first met some old friends. He wanted to figure out what kind of background the miraculous Sect Master had. He knew he couldn’t get anything from Ye Zixu, that closed bottle gourd. After listening to a few words from his friends, he could confirm.

Sui Yi, Master of Sui Tang Square, is someone unfathomable, unpredictable, and indescribable.

Well, the implication is you old guys know nothing either?

This makes Huang Long even more apprehensive. Instead, he carefully collected a lot of information from sources like the Adventure Guild.

Her sword is powerful, her bird is powerful, her hands are also powerful... So young, yet she knows everything and is excellent at everything.

Is she Superman or Ding Dang?

Thus, the next day Huang Long came, sincerely pledging loyalty, partly to create a good connection for his daughter. Although he has old friends, his daughter, being young, cannot fully relate to their conversations. Having peers of similar age will help her protect herself in the future.

After all, these are restless times.

Sui Yi, of course, saw through Huang Long’s intentions but didn’t mind, merely flipping through the pages of the book, saying lightly: "Retribution varies from person to person. Since it was buried, naturally, it will be dug up one day."

This remark seemed to hold some deeper truths.

Huang Long profoundly agreed, abruptly hearing Sui Yi say something...

"What’s Dou Tian Shu?"

Huang Long’s hand shook, the teacup fell to the ground. He panicked, but the panic was quickly covered up. He tugged at the corner of his mouth: "What is that?"

Sui Yi glanced at him and smiled: "Nothing."

Huang Long felt embarrassed, hesitated to speak, and eventually said nothing. Soon, he left with his daughter.

Although Huang Long didn’t say anything, Sui Yi had already gotten the answer she wanted.

He hesitated to speak due to gratitude for her help, wanting to repay, but couldn’t say anything... probably out of respect for his friends from back then.

So, the Dou Tian Shu obtained from the King of Red Water’s old lair should not be in Huang Long’s possession, but he knows its whereabouts, right?

Sui Yi did not want to force a repayment for kindness, so she decisively stopped the conversation.

It’s a pity that she has consulted many ancient texts and still doesn’t know what Dou Tian Shu is.

And this night, how many people slept soundly?

Far away in M Nation, The Gate.

It was an imposing gate, and all those who entered and exited were superhuman masters with yellow skin and black eyes. They are considered the historical jewel of the Central Plains, now rooted in another world, achieving supremacy.

Yet now, even they have no solution for the Spirit Coffins before them.

"Could it be that we really have to use that method?"

"The Sect Leader’s direct order; could there be any deceit?"

"Alright, but how many Spirit Coffins have been taken by the Ghost Party? I seem to think it’s not just eighteen."

"The Sect Leader has a total of 137 Spirit Coffins, our gate has acquired nineteen, the Ghost Party eighteen, but the Skeleton Society has thirty! Adding them all up, it’s still short of half; during the chaos, surely others have snuck in and taken the rest away."

"Domestically, there’s news that the Central Plains Aristocratic Clan Alliance has twelve."

"Twelve!"

"Yes, it seems that tomorrow’s Thousand Years Martial Birth will be bustling indeed. After all, whether the Spirit Coffins can be maintained will depend on how capable they are."

"Those domestic conservatives have grown apart from us, and the Imperial Guards view us as enemies, refusing to submit. Otherwise, if our gate takes action, we could surely protect those twelve Spirit Coffins safely. Right now, it’s also time for them to face some hardship."

"Aren’t you afraid of being taken advantage of by those yellow-haired monkeys?"

"The Sect Leader means... if they truly snatch them, then we’ll just snatch them back!"

In a nondescript place in the country, Zhuang Ziliu is half-kneeling on the ground.

In front of him is Wu Jue, leaning against a dried-up old tree, looking at Zhuang Ziliu with a cold sneer: "You’ve returned, yet you’re not going to see the person constantly in your thoughts, but you know to return and see your master."

"I wouldn’t dare."

"You better not dare, because after all, I also resemble her somewhat. If you keep thinking about her, it will really make things difficult for me."

Is this flirting? A threat? Or an unintended killing intent?

Zhuang Ziliu tugged at the corner of his mouth, "With the Thousand Years Martial Birth imminent, the lord has obtained the Cangwu Fragments; his strength has greatly advanced and he could easily seize those Spirit Coffins... further enhancing his power."

"Those Spirit Coffins are indeed good things... but they are of no use to me, though they do have some use to you Human Race."

Zhuang Ziliu’s eyes flickered, meaning the Spirit Coffin’s body cannot be absorbed, but rather needs to... absorb others?

With a life level like Wu Jue’s, how could she possibly be confined within a lowly shell...

"Is there no more powerful Spirit Coffin? Like that tomb owner..." Zhuang Ziliu, although skilled at maneuvering and well-informed, now realizes that few can understand the texts on the stone wall; only the leaders of various factions roughly understand them, otherwise, they wouldn’t know the depth of your Spirit Coffin, so having just returned from another world, Zhuang Ziliu is unsure that this is the Emperor’s Tomb, which contains a Monarch Coffin, but surely there is a tomb owner.

"A male, filthy, weak Human Race; what’s so good about him?"

"Better go for that woman’s body."

Zhuang Ziliu lowered his head, his expression varied greatly for the moment.

In terms of speaking boldly, these two women, though similar in appearance but opposite in demeanor, are still quite alike.

Also, on this night, Sui Yi and his companions are curiously within a certain Peach Blossom Source under the night sky; the bright moon hangs high, the moonlight lazily cast as the wheelchair wheels automatically turn, reaching the corridor, the person’s gaze bypasses the railing, seeing the lights shining below.

"Deploying so many masters to secretly guard my Xiao Zhuang, it seems the lords of the Noble Clan are truly thoughtful."

"Concerning the Spirit Coffins, it’s extremely important, and can only trouble Mr. Tao."

"Since it’s important, why choose this place? Your Noble Clan has more magnificent and perfectly safe sites."

"Mr. Tao’s suggestion is good, but among us, which family do you think is most fitting?"

The man drinking inside smiles faintly, as if he is the master here, teasing Mr. Tao.

Mr. Tao, a genius in his youth, knows well that these clans reside at the uppermost level of the Central Plains Martial Arts, yet none can dominate. Since they cannot dominate, going to any of their homes would be difficult, hence choosing an outsider’s location.

—Peach Blossom Villa is the most suitable.

Mr. Tao maintains a calm demeanor, leisurely not bothered by his domain being overtaken by these Noble Clan masters; he simply says, "Suit yourself, just don’t make too much noise and disturb my sleep."

He turns the wheelchair and leaves.

Upon exiting the door, a man with a bare chest and beard grumbles impatiently: "Just a cripple, yet so much nonsense... if not for the Shen Family also vying for this opportunity, and the Zhou Family and Qian Family exerting considerable effort, would we give this cripple the advantage? Get the bargain and act nice..."

"Shut up!"

Jhiang Rang’s rebuke is soft, yet carries a cold and intimidating tone.

"Up until now, those who underestimated him have already died..."

"Let’s go, let’s check our Spirit Coffins... we still have to keep watch at night."

Jhiang Rang is a figure of great authority among these families, his word is law, and his martial arts are the strongest. Except for Mo Hu from the Mo Family, no one else among them dares to defy him.

A few perfectly restrained individuals descend the stairs, swiftly reaching the secret chamber where the Spirit Coffins are stored.

Within the room, several Spirit Coffins are stored, and indeed it’s quite terrifying, as these Spirit Coffins carry an eerie yet cold aura. Even though it’s now spring-summer, and the night temperature isn’t low, they instinctively shiver upon entering.

It feels as if ancient and powerful deities are watching them from within the Spirit Coffins.