bestfiction Chapter 278 Treasure House
Chapter 278 Treasure House
The silly roe deer's face has now twisted into that of a roe deer, well, a roe deer with a rat-like face.
“If we had a few more days, we would definitely have surpassed you. We weren’t lying in a hospital bed groaning; we could have continued to carry out missions for a long time.”
"Yes, then why don't you fight to the death? Don't you know when the recruit assessment ends? Surely no one would lack the courage to give it their all when the deadline is approaching? This cultivation level of yours is truly wasted on you." The speaker was Xuan Jing, whose aggression was far more explicit than Zhong Ming's.
He had already put back on his bulky fur coat, but the blood pack inside hadn't been replenished yet, so he was temporarily using merman blood instead.
Those men held their breath, their faces turning red.
"If we could do it again..."
"There's no second chance at life, I'm not going to go through this again with you guys. Ugh... I didn't even get the medical lady's contact information, what a loss." Xuan Jing practically had "being a jerk" written all over his face.
Chen Dahai sat upright in his wheelchair, wisely remaining silent. At times like these, he always felt a thrill of unleashing a dog to bite someone.
Okay, let two dogs out.
The atmosphere was extremely tense and confrontational.
The injuries of Zhong Ming and his three companions had not yet healed, and they were so fragile that they could be broken at the slightest touch, but that did not stop them from being arrogant.
Another cultivator from Chafeng County felt that such provocation was inappropriate, as it made it seem like our team couldn't accept defeat, and wanted to act as a peacemaker.
He placed one hand on his captain's shoulder and the other on Xuan Jing's shoulder, intending to smooth things over and let the matter slide, but unexpectedly Xuan Jing shouted.
"Ouch!! Hey!! Someone's hitting me~~~"
He fell straight down, rolling on the ground while clutching his shoulder, leaving the others stunned.
Dude, this is... way too shameless.
The man held onto his captain's shoulder, unsure whether to leave or stay.
"I want to file a complaint! You have mistreated the wounded!"
Xuan Jing rolled a few times and stood up with Zhong Ming's help. This act of helping him up meant that Zhong Ming felt there was no need to make a bigger scene and that he was maintaining a balance.
"We're in second place, so let's not bother with the teams behind us," Zhong Ming emphasized again.
Just as the other teams were about to reply, an ancient voice came from all directions, and every rock seemed to repeat his words, its grandeur as if it were the master of heaven and earth.
"quiet."
High in the sky, an old man in a gray robe flicked his sleeves, easily parting the dark clouds to reveal a clear and bright world.
This time, it wasn't Old Bear who came to guide them, but the representative cultivator from Ye Lanjiang. This cultivator was the number one in his class that year, with exceptional talent and perseverance. His powerful aura instantly pressed down, and apart from Zhong Ming's team, all the other teams were forced to stand up straight. Even the forbidden mountain trembled violently.
Of course, he did it on purpose.
Now that he controls this forbidden mountain, shaking it a couple of times would be a piece of cake.
He was still somewhat annoyed. Ye Lanjiang's team had a chance to compete for first place, and he wouldn't have lost his treasures to that annoying guy from Huling County. Who would have thought that Yan's team would be arrested?
He glanced at Zhong Ming's team. Although they were nominally in second place, he felt that Ye Lanjiang had taken first and third place, so he was in a relatively good mood.
The stubborn old man landed gracefully and said calmly, "Arrange them all in order of ranking! If you don't want the treasures, you can get out."
The moment the oppressive aura dissipated, everyone scrambled to line up. Don't underestimate them just because they were the best among the new recruits; a Golden Core cultivator wouldn't even need a reason to kill them.
"Who's the captain of the second-place team? Come here."
The old man also emphasized "second place".
Zhong Ming took a step forward, and as soon as he stepped out, a beam of light shone on him, and he was lifted into the air.
"You will now be transported inside the treasure vault. The choice is yours."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhong Ming blinked, and his eyelids had just closed when a powerful pressure instantly sealed off his entire body, preventing him from even opening his eyes.
He didn't know how much time had passed. He felt time passing, but his entire body, including his blood, breath, and even the spiritual energy in his dantian, was completely sealed off, with no movement whatsoever.
He had no way of knowing how much time had passed.
The next moment, he opened his eyes and found himself in a field.
He felt dizzy and collapsed to the ground.
He rubbed his eyes, composed himself, and was awestruck by the magnificent scene before him.
The sky was filled with stars, each one containing a divine treasure, each one a cultivator's most prized possession. The starlight in the sky was more magnificent and splendid than the Milky Way.
On the earth, the grass was lush and green. Zhong Ming could feel that every blade of grass contained a martial arts manual, and every flower contained a martial arts technique.
One flower one world, one leaf one bodhi.
At that moment, he smacked his head hard, his brain throbbing. How could he have such thoughts? This was his first time seeing this place, even his first time teleporting. It felt... like he had read a jade slip during the teleportation and learned all the knowledge. This knowledge was so unfamiliar, yet it lay quietly in his mind.
He began to walk, stepping on blades of grass, but felt no discomfort. After he stepped on them, the grass swayed in the wind for a few moments before standing proudly on the grassland.
Looking out, the grassland is vast, the grass stretches to the horizon, the starlight is blurred, and the horizon is almost indistinguishable.
Zhong Ming looked at a small flower, and with a thought, a voice appeared in his mind and began to introduce it.
"The Limitless Sky Curtain Fist, a martial skill that evolves over time. Once unleashed, it takes the high ground, the fist descending like a sky curtain pressing down, the force of the punch powerful and profound..."
Her gaze shifted to the grass below, and her inner voice immediately changed, "Moonfall Technique, a light-attribute cultivation method. Its effects are doubled at night, and it's most effective on a full moon night. After cultivation, spiritual energy flows like moonlight, circulating through the meridians like light, and attacks are like the bright moon in the night sky, with all the stars fading into the shadows..."
When Zhong Ming raised his head, a strong sense of oppression came over him, "Heavenly Meteor Hammer, a sealed-level spiritual treasure."
That's it. There was no further explanation. As the bell tolled in the darkness, a thought arose.
Reach out and pluck the stars.
He slowly raised his hand, suddenly realizing that if he were to pluck this "star," it would mean that he had chosen this warhammer, and this choice would likely be over.
He forced himself to suppress the urge and strode across the grassland, trying to observe and learn as much as possible, even if it was just listening to the introduction.
Every technique, martial art, and treasure here has a legendary story. Their glorious past has been sealed away by the Chen family dynasty in yesterday, quietly waiting for people today to pick them up.