Top-tier Unruly Master

Chapter 2165: Chapter 201: The Treasure Is Mine

"Fuck your damn legs!"

Ding Fan tumbled down nearly over a hundred stone steps before he managed to steady himself. His face was ashen as he climbed back up, eyes burning with anger. If he hadn’t reacted fast enough, he’d already be dead.

Ding Fan silently swore in his heart: "Zhong Wugu, don’t you dare give me a chance. Otherwise I’ll definitely take your dog life!"

Swish swish swish~

Just then, a few people behind charged up together. Seeing Ding Fan’s awkward state, they all exchanged knowing smiles. Ding Fan lifted his head and glanced at them a few times, his heart burning with even more rage. Even Tian Qianlian and the others had already come up; he really was the last one.

Tian Qianlian didn’t slow their steps at all, not stopping for even a moment as they quickly climbed to the summit. Ding Fan rubbed his aching arm, clenched his teeth, and climbed upward.

Eight thousand steps, nine thousand steps!

Ding Fan could no longer move; he sat there to rest for a while. Staring at the stone steps that were about to reach the summit, he released his warrior heritage.

Now, at most it would take a quarter of an hour to reach the summit, and the Inherited Divine Technique could last for half an hour. That way he could easily reach the top and then find a chance to get out of here.

A black mark glowed on his back, Ding Fan’s whole body swelling with muscle, green light flashing in his eyes. Now that he was wearing the Ghost Mask, only a pair of green eyes showed, making him look especially bizarre, like a humanoid Monster.

"Charge!"

He felt the gravity on his shoulders lessen. He didn’t walk upright; using both hands and feet to claw forward on the ground, he shot up two to three hundred steps in one go.

Six hundred, nine hundred, a thousand steps!

The gravity on his shoulders became too great; Ding Fan felt it was hard to breathe—at least a hundred thousand jin of pressure. Staring at the final hundred steps, Ding Fan let out a beast-like roar and lunged upward in one burst.

At last...

Ding Fan finally stood atop the summit, the gravity vanishing. He sat on the ground, panting. After he rested, his eyes turned forward, searching for Herr Ningshuang and the others.

"Hm."

The mountaintop was extremely wide, yet he couldn’t see anyone, because a thick layer of white fog blanketed everything. He could only see four Mysterious Iron Chains cutting through the dense mist, faint phosphorescence flowing along them. The black Giant’s coffin hanging in midair looked even more imposing from here, silver light flickering around it as if radiance were flowing, giving off a deeply eerie feeling.

"There’s actually a blade there!"

Ding Fan’s eyes suddenly flashed. He saw that a Sword was actually stabbed into the ancient coffin, half its body sunk into the coffin. The Sword was silver, surrounded by an inexplicable aura, glowing with shining Rune-like patterns. This Treasured Sword was definitely no common item.

"Was that the Divine Weapon used by the Night Wolf Emperor before he died? Otherwise, how could it be stabbed into this ancient coffin?"

Ding Fan couldn’t help feeling tempted. A weapon used by someone as strong as the Night Wolf Emperor—just how powerful would it be? Could it reap the lives of millions with a single swing?

"Where did everyone go? Why is it that so many people came up, yet there’s not a single sound?"

Ding Fan withdrew his gaze and looked around, his expression turning grave. Eight people had made it up here, but now there was no one. The summit wasn’t that big; it was impossible for eight people to make no sound at all.

"Sirius!"

Ding Fan called out softly, his eyes sweeping about, heart extremely anxious. Nothing could be allowed to happen to Sirius.

"Whoosh!"

A streak of black light flashed through the fog, shooting toward Ding Fan. Looking closely—wasn’t it exactly Sirius? Ding Fan was suddenly overjoyed, standing up and scooping Sirius into his arms.

"Woo~"

Sirius held a roll of yellow sheepskin scroll in his mouth. He tossed it into Ding Fan’s hand and barked happily. Ding Fan was wild with joy, laughing loudly: "Sirius, you’re amazing, you really did a beautiful job this time!"

The Treasures on the summit were certainly no ordinary things; this sheepskin scroll might be an extraordinary Martial Skill.

Ding Fan didn’t examine it. The first thing he did was toss it into his own Space Ring. After a quick look to confirm Sirius wasn’t injured, he frowned in confusion and asked in a low voice, "Sirius, where’s Herr Ningshuang? Why isn’t anyone showing up?"

Sirius turned his head toward the fog. Ding Fan furrowed his brows. Sirius was saying they were in the mist—so why weren’t they making a sound?

"Sirius, take me to them!"

Ding Fan figured that since Sirius could freely move in and out of the fog, he would definitely be fine. Sirius barked excitedly, leapt from his arm, and rushed into the mist.

Ding Fan didn’t dare move too fast. He gripped the Heaven Measuring Ruler in his hand, stepping toward the fog one step at a time. The mist was too thick; he couldn’t see more than two or three meters ahead. Ding Fan told Sirius not to run too far ahead and followed step by step forward.

"Woo..."

After walking over twenty meters forward, a strange, deep cry suddenly sounded by his ear, the voice swirling around him like a Ghost, like a sound lingering from hell.

Ding Fan stopped after a single step, not daring to go further. He instinctively sensed danger, his Soul issuing a mortal warning.

"Come back, Sirius!"

Ding Fan’s shout rang out, and Sirius came back from the distance. A trace of hesitation flickered in Ding Fan’s eyes as he struggled over whether he should continue forward.

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Just then, a cry rang out. Ding Fan’s expression changed instantly, because this was Herr Ningshuang’s voice. From the shrill scream... Herr Ningshuang was in pain.

"Ah. Ah."

The cries rang out again, on and off. Ding Fan’s expression flickered as his heart wrestled with itself. In the end, he gritted his teeth and had Sirius lead the way.

On the mountain road, Herr Ningshuang had said that abandoning her teammates was not her Spiritual Heart. How could Ding Fan abandon her here now?

"Whoa!"

The farther he went, the louder that ghostly sound became. The more he walked, the more his eardrums throbbed with pain and his head spun a bit. But he could vaguely see a figure ahead, so he had no choice but to grit his teeth and press on.

"Hm."

After walking another four or five meters forward, Ding Fan finally saw the figures. He found Herr Ningshuang and the others, and also saw Zhao Xiner, Tian Qianlian, Lin Zixuan, Zhong Wugu, and everyone else.

"Back off."

At the sight of the crowd, his first instinct was to retreat.

Because they were all entangled in thin black vines; except for Herr Ningshuang, who could still let out broken, miserable screams, everyone else was unconscious, their faces pale, the situation looking extremely wrong.

"Heh heh."

His reaction was still too slow; the tiny black vines suddenly wrapped around his body like venomous snakes, and the ghostly voices in his ears multiplied severalfold.

Ding Fan’s eyes rolled back; he only felt a wave of dizziness and, unexpectedly, actually fainted.

"Woo~"

Sirius saw Ding Fan pass out and circled anxiously around him. Strangely, the thin black vines did not entangle it; instead, they kept emerging from the ground, trying to cover Ding Fan’s body.

The others were just like Ding Fan, covered in black vines, dense as a Spider web. Everyone was unconscious except Herr Ningshuang; she seemed half-unconscious, writhing in pain, but the thin black vines were so tough that no matter how she struggled, it was all in vain.

The small black vines emitted a faint glow, as if quietly absorbing everyone’s True Yuan and Vitality; each person’s complexion grew worse and worse.

"Woo~"

Sirius circled around Ding Fan a few times; its small mouth suddenly opened and bit down on one of the black vines. Sirius’s teeth were very sharp; the thin black vine was bitten off, and Sirius leapt around his body—however many black vines emerged, it bit through that many.

"Ah."

Ding Fan clutched his head and let out a sharp scream. His eyes glowed red, his face full of terror, as if he were seeing the most frightening thing in the world.

In fact, at that moment Ding Fan really did see many horrific scenes; the ghostly voices in his ears were causing him hallucinations.

In his panic he felt as if he were in hell, Ferocious Ghosts charging at him from every direction, countless terrifying Netherworld creatures trying to tear him apart.

He held his head in his hands and rolled on the ground; countless thin black vines appeared on him, and Sirius stayed with Ding Fan the whole time, tearing away every black vine that appeared.

"Buzz buzz!"

In that instant, the Beast Bone Pendant at Ding Fan’s neck suddenly shone in the night like a firefly; a strange Energy flowed into Ding Fan’s body and finally entered his Soul.

As this strange Energy poured in, Ding Fan felt the stabbing pain in his Soul lessen greatly, and those otherworldly creatures that had been trying to tear into him slowly faded away. His mind cleared, though he felt dizzy and unable to move.

The Beast Bone Pendant kept flickering with a soft light, and Ding Fan’s head became clearer; the stabbing pain in his heart of hearts grew lighter and lighter. After he took a few breaths, he narrowed his eyes and observed the scene before him.

"Woo~"

Sirius was still by his side, biting at the black vines; one of them snapped under its teeth, and Ding Fan finally let out a long breath of relief.

He looked at Herr Ningshuang and saw her twisting in agony, eyes wide open, clearly about to fall into unconsciousness just as he had.

"Hiss hiss~."

Another painful groan sounded. Ding Fan had been about to stand up to rescue Herr Ningshuang, but after hearing that sound, he didn’t move.

Lin Zixuan had awakened; his eyes glowed red, his teeth bared as he forced himself up, struggling with difficulty to break free of the Black Vine’s restraints.

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A small mark on his forehead suddenly lit up, then flew out and struck the black vines, slicing them apart in one stroke.

"Swish."

After breaking the black vines, Lin Zixuan leapt up, grabbed the Mysterious Iron Chain, his red eyes gleaming, teeth bared, and quickly climbed along it.

"Does he want that Sword?"

Ding Fan’s gaze followed the Mysterious Iron Chain upward, fixing on the Treasured Sword above the Giant’s coffin. He examined it carefully; a sudden gleam flashed in his eyes—he saw a Space Ring on the Sword’s hilt, the ring tied to the hilt with a thin red cord that would be impossible to notice without close inspection.

"That’s the Night Wolf Emperor’s Treasure!"

This Space Ring must be filled with endless Treasure. Ding Fan’s vision burned hot as he muttered to Sirius, "Sirius, don’t worry about me. Climb up the chain and bring me the ring on that Treasured Sword, quickly!"

Lin Zixuan had already started climbing and was very fast. Ding Fan didn’t dare fight him for it; Lin Zixuan’s strength was formidable—if he went up, he would only be attacked by Lin Zixuan. He could only rely on Sirius to climb up from another iron chain.

Sirius was very obedient, turning into a streak of black light and shooting out, rapidly climbing up another Mysterious Iron Chain.

"Hm?"

Lin Zixuan’s glowing eyes spotted Sirius; the True Essence Release surged from his hands, about to strike at Sirius, but then a mass of Flame below caught his attention.

"That’s Zhong Wugu!"

Ding Fan noticed it as well and looked toward Zhong Wugu, seeing a blue Flame mark light up on Zhong Wugu’s forehead. The blue light quickly burned across his whole body, charring the black vines.

"Lin Zixuan, this Night Wolf Emperor’s Treasure is mine!"

Zhong Wugu’s eyes glowed with the same red light, making his face look ferocious. He suddenly blasted out a stream of True Yuan; the Flame on his forehead flared, dark-red Flame merging into his external Power, shooting a serpent of Fire toward Lin Zixuan.

"Zhong Wugu, how dare you!"

Lin Zixuan was furious. At this moment he was halfway up the Mysterious Iron Chain, hanging in midair, his Soul still under assault from the Ghosts’ voices—how could he possibly withstand Zhong Wugu’s attack and the Soul attack at the same time?

"Swish!"

He had no choice but to leap down from the icy chain, while the small mark on his forehead turned into a streak of flowing light that shot at Zhong Wugu.

"Hng!"

Zhong Wuji’s body flickered; a tuft of Flame flew from his forehead, burning away the black vines around him, while Flame also blazed on his clothes and robes.