novelraw Chapter 762 - 440: Sneer at_2
Chapter 762 - 440: Sneer at_2
Chapter 762: Chapter 440: Sneer at_2
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When Yan Xiaobao was talking with Wang Julong, his demeanor completely changed. His whole being became gentle and warm, his voice alluring, and his eyes filled with admiration. Watching him like this, Cou Ling felt her heart skip a beat and then ache. Shocked, she looked at herself as she stretched out a hand to cover her chest. She felt confused about why she reacted this way.
"Stop!" A sharp voice cut through the air just as everyone was traversing the uncomfortable terrain. The voice commanded everyone to freeze, and even the chatting cultivators abruptly halted.
Looking ahead, the voice calling the crowd to stop belonged to a Saint, reinforced by Wu Wei to ensure everyone could hear it. "The tomb lies deep within this mystical mountain range," the voice announced to everyone in the vicinity. "We need to pass through many lands belonging to mythical beasts; even reaching the tomb will be far from easy, which is why we’ll wait until tomorrow morning to enter the forest."
Although the voice rang with warnings, Yan Xiaobao observed the cultivators around him and knew that many would sneak into the forest during the night to hunt for the tomb on their own. That was something Yan Xiaobao had no intention of doing. He fully understood that the tomb would be hidden deep within the mountain walls, sealed with inscriptions and traps. Attempting to approach it alone would likely be suicide.
Looking back at the current location, Yan Xiaobao felt that Lan Feng had stopped refining Wu Wei, and the bird in his Dantian grew restless, as if something in the air was agitating it.
"What is it?" Yan Xiaobao asked worriedly when he noticed Lan Feng behaving strangely, certain that danger was looming.
"The tomb..." Lan Feng muttered as he began pacing within the Dantian Cave. "I can feel ripples of energy from the sealed inscription. Though they’ve diminished over the years, I worry that the master isn’t a Saint but rather God."
"God?!" Yan Xiaobao exclaimed in shock. His entire consciousness shook. For a moment, he was grateful that he hadn’t shouted aloud. Those words would have turned the entire area into a frenzied mob of greed-driven people.
"We need to tread carefully," Lan Feng said. "It’s not uncommon for Gods to descend to lower planes and construct their tombs there because they know that such resting places are less likely to be disturbed or entered. But we must keep this quiet. Don’t lead the way. Let others trigger the traps. Use those experts as your meat shields."
"You seem very confident this isn’t a Saint’s tomb. Why haven’t these other Saints sensed anything?" Yan Xiaobao asked. Before receiving an answer, he stared at Lan Feng in surprise. "They know but choose to remain silent? They’re allowing so many people to join because they know they need these traps to be triggered?!" he asked curiously, but Lan Feng shook his head. "I’ve spent time around Gods before. I can sense their presence, but they can’t. Everyone here believes it belongs to a powerful Saint," Lan Feng explained.
While speaking with Lan Feng, Yan Xiaobao kept to himself, silently hiding his emotions deep within. He was so preoccupied with the conversation that he hadn’t noticed Cou Ling tugging on his sleeve a few times. Eventually, he realized it and turned to the woman beside him with a gentle smile on his face.
"You’ll be careful when you enter the tomb, right?" Cou Ling asked. Her eyes dropped, and her hands trembled slightly. She had watched Yan Xiaobao protect her every day during the journey. They talked about everything and nothing, ate together, and sold their goods side by side. She couldn’t deny the attachment she was forming for this young man.
Yan Xiaobao patted her head and smiled at her. "I’ll be fine. All you need to do is ensure you return safely to the city," he said, cracking a smile before focusing on the task at hand. Lan Feng had advised him to remain in the middle of the group entering the tomb, so following the Prince wasn’t an option. The Prince would undoubtedly be at the forefront, and Yan Xiaobao had no intention of ignoring Lan Feng’s advice. Internally, he struggled with his emotions. He wasn’t sure whether he wanted the Third Prince to die swiftly in a trap or if he wanted to be the one to cut through his heart.
Sighing, he shook his head and ridiculed himself. There was no certainty that the Prince would succumb to the traps, nor did he possess the ability to end the Prince’s life using a presumed trap within the tomb. All he could do was enter the tomb and hope for an opportunity to confront the Prince alone and eliminate him then. The likelihood of such a scenario was low, but the young man had no choice but to pin his hopes on luck.
The crowd buzzed with excitement as they heard the words floating in the air. They were thrilled to be nearing the tomb they had traveled for days to reach. They were almost at the Kingdom’s edge, gazing at the mountain peaks that bordered the Divine Origin.
Staring at the icy mountains, many experts felt a chill run through them, but all were shocked into fear. They had to conquer their trepidation if they were to overcome the other experts and claim the treasures hidden within the tomb.
Yan Xiaobao showed no signs of worry nor exaggerated excitement about their arrival. When he coaxed Cou Ling into cooking her delectable venison from Muchuan City, his expression remained relaxed and carefree.
Witnessing the young man’s playful demeanor, many merchants and craftsmen were quietly surprised. He repeatedly showcased his strength by fending off groups of experts who sought to exploit him. Yet, since he wasn’t in battle, his temperament resembled a gentle cat when playing with friends. He didn’t seem like a dangerous young man at all.
As evening fell, Yueyue appeared content, her lips curling into a smile as the scent of venison wafted through the air. He was pleased to have won the small debate about dinner. Yan Xiaobao reclined on the ground, savoring life’s little pleasures. Thanks to Cou Ling, his journey to the unknown tomb had been remarkably comfortable and tranquil. In the time they spent together, he secretly felt grateful to this lady. He’d also come to know her better, considering her someone he could genuinely call a friend.
He quickly noticed how deeply concerned Cou Ling was about him, and her worry pained him. It made him feel like she was a caring older sister in many ways. To Yan Xiaobao, friendship was something he greatly cherished, and he silently vowed to always be there for his friends if they ever needed him.
The evening passed joyfully with Fang Wei and Cou Ling as they chatted. Slowly, the spiritual blacksmith and her apprentice forgot the impending dangers awaiting Yan Xiaobao, instead spending their night enjoying the moment. For once, Yan Xiaobao didn’t train under the moonlight to absorb Yin Energy. Instead, he allowed himself to relax and enjoy the company of his blacksmith friends. He needed to be at his peak the next day.
As the cultivators began stirring, the entire camp was blanketed in morning fog. Yan Xiaobao had been awake all night, gazing at the sprawling forests and mountains towering before him, a smile etched on his face. Excitement ran through his veins, and adrenaline surged within him. The young man longed to dash into the forest but forced himself to remain patient.
First, he had no idea where the so-called tomb was located; all he knew was that the ground held an entrance adorned with a locked inscription. A seal so potent that Yan Xiaobao estimated it would take at least four or five Saints focusing all their energy to forcefully break it. Unlike others who assumed it was a Saint’s tomb, Yan Xiaobao believed completely in Lan Feng, who claimed the tomb belonged to God. A God who descended to this lower plane for his eternal rest. As for why he chose this specific plane... that remained a mystery to Yan Xiaobao, as did the circumstances of the expert’s death. Was his demise the result of a lost battle, or had he lived so long that death was the only relief he sought?
Yan Xiaobao waited with the craftsmen until he saw a group of ten Royal Guards. These guards bantered among themselves, but as soon as they arrived with the craftsmen in tow, they composed themselves and introduced themselves properly.
"Knowing they’re here, I guess it’s time to say goodbye," Yan Xiaobao said with a smile, turning to Cou Ling and Fang Wei. Hugging them both, he grinned. "Don’t worry about me," he said, flashing a toothy smile. "I can take care of myself. I’ll return to the city before you even notice I’m gone."
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