Chapter 945 It might take three years

"Quick, quick, quick! I've found a fantastic spot! There's something amazing waiting for you all. Come dig for treasure with me!"

Wuyou was overjoyed. "Bring your shovels! Everyone who sees this gets a share. It's a sure thing!"

Song Chunxue asked curiously, "What treasure? Are you sure it's a treasure in our eyes, and not just in yours?"

She remembered that when she first saw Song Che, Wuyou had even made a slurping sound.

What is poison to me is honey to someone else.

If Wuyou asks them to dig up something unclean, the responsibility lies with her.

"Don't worry, don't worry, we have gold and silver treasures, but those aren't really treasures. The treasures I'm talking about are the treasures that everyone sees. Let's go!"

With that, Wuyou headed into the woods.

They exchanged glances.

"Shall we go?"

"Let's go," Master Zhang decided immediately. "It won't hurt to take a look."

"Let's go, let's go!"

"Bring the wooden shovel I carved with me too; it's better than using your hands."

"Run! Wuyou is gone! Hurry!"

And so, the group of people were led into the dense forest by Wuyou, and could only move forward with their heads in their hands, otherwise their faces would be splattered by strange leaves and vines.

But they didn't expect that the place Wuyou said wasn't too far would take them 35 minutes to jog.

"This is it! This is it!"

Wuyou stopped in front of a small hill. "This is it. I've checked it. This is someone's treasure vault. We'll take it down today."

A group of people sat down, panting, without saying a word.

Oh no, you should have said so earlier!

Song Chunxue couldn't help but look at Master Zhang, "Senior brother, this belongs to someone. Let's rest for a while and then go."

I should have known better than to listen to Wuyou.

"Why are you leaving? I forgot to mention, this is King Xuan's treasure vault. Everything inside belongs to the common people. If we don't dig it up, we'll be wasting our time."

Seeing the enthusiasm of those who were moving back and forth on the hill, Wuyou said, "What are you resting for? Get up and start digging!"

"To make sure you didn't make a wasted trip, I went inside and figured out every level and solved every deadly mechanism. Isn't that enough to make a sword?"

"..."

"puff……"

"Hahahaha, that's so kind of you, Sword Immortal Wuyou, you're practically our Bodhisattva."

The children were laughing so hard their stomachs hurt, leaning on the ground, and they still managed to offer a few words of flattery.

If what Wuyou said is true, then it's not just generous, it's absolutely impeccable.

"Wuyou, you've worked so hard. It's kind of you to worry about us." Song Chunxue pressed her stomach. "But we're still a bit tired. We're just ordinary mortals who have come all this way. We need to catch our breath before we can continue working."

Wuyou remembered jumping up and down, reluctantly agreeing, "Alright then, it'll be the time it takes to drink two cups of tea."

Wuji Yebai wanted to drink water, so Song Chunxue took out her water bag, and everyone shared it before getting up.

"What are you doing here, sneaking around like this?"

At this moment, Master Han and Lord Zhao also arrived; they came by flying on their swords.

Song Chunxue wanted to beat Wuyou up. If she had known it was this far, she would have preferred to fly on her sword.

Wuji Yebai explains the meaning of "worry-free".

Master Han nodded and took something out of his waist. "No need to go to so much trouble, I'll find the cave entrance."

"It's not explosives, is it? There are other people around here. What if they attract attention?" Lord Zhao stopped him.

"No, would I be that stupid?" Master Han said calmly. "The stupid snake would have been reincarnated long ago."

This made everyone laugh, and Wuyou came to Master Han.

"Master Han, why did you leave without waiting for me?" he said angrily. "I've been looking for you everywhere. This treasure was originally meant for the two of us, but now we have to share it with so many other people."

"ah?"

"What did he say?"

Like everyone else, Song Chunxue felt that she had misheard.

"Wuyou, how can you think like that? Are you saying you didn't plan to give it to us in the first place?"

Wuyou snorted, "You guys are so slow. It takes a long time just to pack all that stuff. Master Han just reached into his pocket and grabbed some. He can just share some with you when he gets back."

"Anyway, there are too many things. Most of them will need to be kept by Master Han. Do you think you can divide them all up in your own storage rings?"

"Ha, those royal relatives of Prince Xuan have huge appetites. They think that ordinary gold, silver and jade can satisfy them. How naive."

Master Han asked curiously, "What exactly is inside?"

"You'll find out when you get there!"

...

"OMG."

"This is too luxurious! Even the emperor's tomb is no more than this. That bastard Prince Xuan probably wants to be buried here and become the emperor underground."

"This pure gold dragon throne, this gold-threaded dragon robe, my goodness, so many luminous pearls! There shouldn't be so many good things in the palace. What's the difference between him and the emperor? He's not satisfied at all and even wants to devour other people's cultivation. He's just dreaming too much."

"Tsk tsk tsk, this beauty carved from pure silver, wow, there's even the Imperial Hospital here, with its Ganoderma lucidum, ginseng, and Pien Tze Huang, which one isn't more valuable than gold?"

A group of people inside were amazed.

Master Han sat on the dragon throne and patted the seat next to him, "Come and give it a try."

"I can't sit on the dragon throne. I'm afraid I'll faint from being too excited. I'd better not." Lord Zhao walked to the dragon throne and touched the dragon head armrest. "So many people dream of this chair, but this position is not comfortable to sit in."

"Would you like to sit down?" Master Han pondered seriously. "If you would, there's still time while the situation in the northeast is still unstable."

Lord Zhao laughed, "Master Han, have you gone mad from your cultivation? We cultivators all know that the world's affairs are settled, and not just anyone can sit on the throne."

"How would you know if you don't try? I'll find you a dragon vein and let the dragon energy fall on you. Otherwise, why would so many officials from the Imperial Observatory travel all over the country to cut off dragon veins? Isn't it because they're afraid someone will seize their throne?"

Master Han said indifferently, "No matter how long you sit here, if others can sit on this throne, so can you."

Lord Zhao waved his hand, "I don't want to. Why suffer like that? I'd rather be a god."

Lord Zhao remained unmoved as he watched the others move things.

He sat on the steps in front of the dragon throne. "Master said he would also come to this Daoist gathering, but he hasn't shown up yet. My silly junior brother doesn't know that Master changed his mind at the last minute and wants to take her into the mountain gate ahead of time so that she can formally become his disciple."

Master Han said calmly, "Isn't that good? I also want to become his disciple, but he won't agree."

Lord Zhao shook his head. "It's not good. My junior brother and Lord Xie have just started working together, and this is the time when they are being tested. Once a disciple of my master formally receives the apprenticeship ceremony, he must go into seclusion for three years."

Master Han took out an exquisite folding fan. “What’s three years? It’s not like it’s three hundred years. If there is true affection, why bother with three years? Just wait. It’ll be over in the blink of an eye.”

Lord Zhao sighed helplessly, "You're not an ordinary person, how could you understand the many uncertainties of ordinary life? Let alone three years, sometimes things can change drastically in just three months. Although Lord Xie is loyal and reliable, fate is unpredictable."

Master Han spread his hands, “What’s so hard to predict? If two people are truly in love, they’ll wait for each other for eight or ten years. If they’re destined to be apart, what good is being inseparable?”