"Let you be smug for a while, then I'll show you what I'm made of!" Liu Xiaoyuan thought to himself, then smiled and retreated to the back.
The cultivator who had just reprimanded Liu Xiaoyuan glanced at Liu Xiaoyuan but didn't say anything more.
At this moment, other cultivators said, "Do you think this could be the tomb of a powerful cultivator?"
“I think so. It might be the tomb of a Golden Core cultivator,” one of the cultivators boldly guessed.
"If it's the tomb of a Golden Core expert, the treasures inside must be countless. Just thinking about it is exciting."
"Should we report this to our respective sects? If it really is the tomb of a Golden Core expert, it's not something we can touch," the cultivator said.
Hearing the conversation among these cultivators, Liu Xiaoyuan was truly impressed. They hadn't even entered the tomb yet, and they were just standing there making guesses. Why didn't they just say that this was the tomb of a Nascent Soul cultivator, or even a cultivator of a higher level?
“I think we shouldn’t go in. After all, this is just a perfect guess, and no one knows who is buried here. Besides, even if it were the tomb of a Golden Core expert, it’s already damaged and poses no threat. We wouldn’t be in any danger if we went in,” another cultivator said.
Upon hearing this, everyone immediately understood the meaning of his words.
If this tomb truly is the tomb of a Golden Core expert, then it must contain many magical treasures and other precious items. If it were reported to the sect, I wouldn't get anything good, because the sect would definitely embezzle the good stuff.
If you don't report it, when you get good stuff, you can keep a few good items for yourself and report the rest to the sect. In this way, you can get the sect's reward and get good stuff yourself, which is a win-win situation.
After figuring this out, everyone immediately said, "I don't think we need to report this to the sect. Let's decide for ourselves."
"Yes, that's what I think too. Let's go inside and see what's going on."
Next, everyone continued digging, at least to open the tomb's entrance.
After digging for a while, everyone realized there was still a lot left to do, so they stopped and didn't want to dig anymore.
One of them said, "Let's stop digging and use our supernatural powers to break down this door."
Hearing the monk's words, everyone agreed that the simplest and most direct method was the most practical. Once the door was broken down, they could enter the tomb.
So the cultivators began to work on the stone door of the tomb. After several attacks, the stone door finally cracked open, but they still couldn't get in. If they continued...
With everyone's efforts, the stone gate finally cracked open, allowing two people to enter at the same time.
As soon as the stone gate opened, everyone rushed in, as if afraid that if they were late, the treasure would be snatched away by someone else.
After all the cultivators had gone inside, Liu Xiaoyuan slowly walked in as well. Like a mantis stalking a cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, Liu Xiaoyuan's role was to be that oriole, letting the cultivators fight to their hearts' content while he reaped the benefits.
Upon entering the ancient tomb, Liu Xiaoyuan immediately noticed an unpleasant odor. It was stuffy, extremely stuffy.
Moreover, the ancient tomb was chilly, as if it were the dead of winter. Liu Xiaoyuan, who was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, felt goosebumps on his arms.
After entering the ancient tomb, there is a long stone passage. This passage alone is very valuable. It seems that the person buried here is either a cultivator or a great figure from ancient times, otherwise there would not be such a luxurious tomb.
Those cultivators were incredibly fast; in no time, they disappeared from sight, leaving Liu Xiaoyuan no choice but to quicken his pace to catch up.
At the end of the passage, turn right and you'll find a huge tomb chamber. This tomb chamber is so large that it is still brightly lit, as if it has never been extinguished.
In the very center of the tomb chamber, there was a high platform, on which sat a monk dressed in a Taoist robe. However, the monk's body was shriveled and looked rather eerie.
A bell was tied to each of the monk's feet, and the sound of those bells seemed to have come from them.
Although the tomb chamber was large, there was nothing else besides these few items, making the entire chamber feel empty and somewhat eerie.
All the cultivators focused their attention on the two bells, but no one dared to make the first move, fearing danger.
The saying goes, "The nail that sticks out gets hammered down." If there's anything strange about this Taoist's corpse, then it will be too late to regret it.
No one moved; everyone remained silent, and the tomb chamber suddenly became quiet and oppressively quiet.
Time passed second by second, and finally one of the cultivators could not bear it any longer. He flew forward toward the Taoist's corpse and tried to pry open the Taoist's two feet to take out the bells on his feet.
Everyone stared intently at what was happening, but they didn't notice anything.
Finally, the monk took both bells off, held them in his hands, and laughed heartily. As he laughed, his arm naturally shook, which caused the bells to ring out a clear sound.
When the other cultivators saw that this cultivator had obtained the bell, they were all filled with regret. If they had known there was no danger, they should have intervened earlier.
Now look what's happened; someone else has already gotten the bell, and it seems like another fight is about to break out.
Just as all the cultivators were filled with envy, the cultivator holding the bell suddenly went mad, yelled, and attacked everyone with the bell in his hand.
Although everyone felt that something was strange about this, they didn't have time to think about it and immediately started fighting with the cultivator.
However, this monk, holding the bell, seemed to have taken some kind of superpower; not only did his skills become more formidable, but he was also completely impervious to pain.
What frightened everyone even more was that the sound emitted by the bell stimulated their minds, making it impossible for them to concentrate on fighting the enemy.
Soon, a cultivator died tragically under the bell. The cultivator was hit by the bell, and then the bell flashed with white light and surrounded the cultivator. The next second, the white light disappeared, and the cultivator became a dried corpse.
"Wow!" Upon seeing this, Liu Xiaoyuan was certain that this bell was definitely an evil object.
The other cultivators were also quite frightened when they saw this scene. They never expected that the treasure they had painstakingly obtained and came here to search for would turn out to be something like this.
At this moment, all the cultivators regretted coming here, because they had no need for such a treasure. Judging from the cultivator holding the bell, he was already out of his mind and controlled by the bell.
(End of this chapter)
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