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At noon, the Archaeologist team gathered around the Bottomless Pit at the center of the Ritual Platform with members from the Execution Office.
Lin Zhao looked at the members of the Archaeologist team with a bitter smile. Except for a few people like the old professor Wu Zhixiang, almost everyone else seemed relieved that it wasn't them who had fallen in. Given the depth of this pit, if it had been one of them, could they have survived?
"Did Yin Zheng'an fall in?" The only Sister, Xia Liyi, asked in surprise. She was the only one from the Archaeologist team who cared about Yin Zheng'an's fall.
"It's still uncertain, but there are no traces of him nearby, so we can rule out that possibility," Lin Zhao pondered. This was troubling; although he had joked earlier about helping to take care of Yin Zheng'an's siblings, he didn't expect him to disappear so quickly.
"Let's put that aside for now. Why didn't you notify us immediately?" Wu Zhixiang asked.
Zhang Fan, standing nearby, suddenly got angry and grabbed Wu Zhixiang by the collar. "I've been annoyed by you for a long time! Now that you're here, you either find a way to check this pit or shut up! If it weren't for you all, my boss wouldn't be missing!"
Lin Zhao shot a glance at the team member who was about to intervene with Zhang Fan, signaling them to let Zhang Fan vent. Their identities were special and they couldn't afford to clash with Wu Zhixiang, but Zhang Fan didn't care; he wasn't part of the Execution Office.
"What do you want? Let go of me, uncle!" Wu Zhishang rushed in front of Zhang Fan, but Zhang Fan wasn't intimidated by someone named Wu Zhishang.
Zhang Fan reached out with his other hand and put Wu Zhishang's head under his arm. Wu Zhishang winced in pain, but Zhang Fan was incredibly strong—second only to Wang Ni—so there was no way someone like Wu Zhishang could break free.
"Alright, Zhang Fan, calm down and let go of Professor Wu," Lin Zhao finally said after waiting for a while.
Zhang Fan gave Lin Zhao face and released his grip immediately.
"I... I..." Wu Zhishang gasped for breath and pointed at Lin Zhao. "I will report you to your leader."
This was what happened when someone got too caught up in their studies; now that someone needed him to do something, he should just do it. If there were any repercussions later on, he could always retaliate then. Why make things so obvious and not worry about being silenced?
"Shut up," Zhang Fan retorted without hesitation.
"Calm down a bit," Lin Zhao pulled down Wu Zhishang. "He's not our responsibility; he just gave me face earlier. If it really comes to blows, that's not my concern."
As soon as Lin Zhao realized that he couldn't control Zhang Fan, Wu Zhishang immediately felt frustrated and had to swallow his anger. He had just experienced Zhang Fan's immense strength firsthand.
"Now, I would like to ask if you have any ideas on how to investigate this cave?" Lin Zhao asked Wu Zhixiang.
"No!" Wu Zhixiang snorted coldly, being extremely uncooperative.
"Then we can only send someone down," Lin Zhao said helplessly to Earthwalker. "Old Sun, get ready; you'll go down later."
Earthwalker was an expert in Tomb Raiding and had some experience with descending into caves, making him the most suitable choice.
"Can we switch to someone else?" Earthwalker said with a bitter face.
"No."
"..."
With everything prepared, Lin Zhao instructed the team to tie all the ropes from the Execution Office and Archaeologist team together. Since Earthwalker already had some knowledge of moving in caves, it was basically ensured that he could be pulled back at any time.
Just as Earthwalker was getting ready to act, a Peach Wood Sword flew out from the center of the Ritual Platform. Zhang Fan, with his keen eyes, immediately recognized that this wooden sword was commonly used by Yin Zheng'an. With a quick step, he grabbed the sword.
On the tip of the wooden sword was a piece of yellow paper with characters written in brush ink that hadn't dried yet; it was indeed Yin Zheng'an's handwriting!
(Returning to Yin Zheng'an's first-person perspective)
I looked at the hole above me; this Pixiu cave is over three hundred meters deep. I thought that with my magical power, I should be able to manipulate the wooden sword to fly to the cave entrance, although it would be quite difficult. Moreover, once the wooden sword was more than a hundred meters away from me, I wouldn't be able to control it anymore. However, it was worth a try.
After several attempts, finally, there was one time when the wooden sword did not fall. I left a piece of yellow paper on the sword that said, "I am still alive; I will come out soon."
Pixiu was still struggling with the pile of food, and it was clear that it was enjoying itself. However, seeing it eat so happily made me a bit hungry too, so I reached out and grabbed a steamed bun from the pile and took a bite.
Pixiu immediately turned around and stared at me intently.
"What’s wrong?" I asked, puzzled.
"I'm running low."
"I only took one," I said, shaking the bun in my hand.
"Just that one makes a difference."
""
I had no choice but to put the bun back. I still needed to ask for its help, and it wouldn't be good if I annoyed Pixiu. If I offended Pixiu, it would be troublesome for me to seek wealth for the rest of my life.
Returning to the corner where I had been sitting, I took out a jug of water and helplessly watched Pixiu continue its battle with the food.
When the mountain of food had shrunk by about half, Pixiu patted its belly, which hadn't changed at all since before eating, and nodded in satisfaction. "That should be enough."
"Enough?" I asked joyfully. "Then can you take me out?"
"Sure." Pixiu replied, opening its mouth wide. It inhaled deeply and sucked all the food on the ground into its belly.
"Weren't you full?" I asked, confused.
"Full? You underestimate me, Pixiu. Just now, I was merely restoring enough power to take you up with me."
By the way, humans have magical power, demons have demonic power, what the Buddha calls Vow Power, and ghosts have Resentment. The Demon God uses Soul Power; as for divine beasts, that would be Divine Power.
"Then did you swallow everything?"
"Can't I just save it and eat it slowly?"
"Sure, sure."
Pixiu's belly is about the same as my Seed Bag; looking at it, it is actually quite large, even comparable to the real Seed Bag from the Ancient Era.
"Then please show us your abilities, Pixiu."
"Watch me!"
Pixiu took a deep breath and suddenly expanded several sizes. When it stood up, it was about as tall as a person.
Although Pixiu still looked like a tangled ball of fur, resembling a 'mud dog,' something unusual began to appear on its head.
It was a short horn, not thick, glowing with Purple Gold light.
Many divine beasts have horns on their heads; what is the purpose of this horn? It is the source of the divine beast's Divine Power and a symbol of its bloodline. As the king of divine beasts, the Qilin's ultimate move is to transform its two horns into a single horn and then charge with that horn! Even so, it can create a large hole due to the Qilin's single horn!
Pixiu must have been in an extremely weak state before, which is why it didn't even have the ability to maintain its Purple Gold single horn. Now it was clear that it was struggling greatly to keep that single horn.
"Yin Zheng'an, get ready."
"Okay." I replied.
The Purple Gold on the Pixiu's horn gradually wrapped around its body, and then it began to float. I was already prepared beside the Pixiu.
I had a rough idea of the Pixiu's intention; it needed a lot of energy to truly recover, so it chose to go out first and then slowly recover. Its plan seemed to be to gather all its strength and then take off in one go.
"Let's go!" the Pixiu shouted, and I grabbed its hind leg.
With a whoosh, like a rocket launching, the Pixiu suddenly shot out with me in tow, moving so fast that I barely had time to react before we flew out of the cave.
Like a shooting star, once we exited the cave, I realized that the Pixiu had no intention of stopping, though it might also be unable to stop.
What is flying? Now this is flying! Those who boast about flying without a second thought should stop pretending in front of me because from the start, I had become an existence akin to a runaway monkey. Have you ever seen a runaway Pixiu? Probably not! But I have! And even more bizarrely, I was dragging its hind leg.
After flying out of the cave, our momentum did not decrease; the Pixiu and I shot straight up into the sky. I wanted to soar alongside the sun, and I could already see planes flying beneath us.
I had no idea how far we had flown upward, but it should be enough to have passed through several hundred three-hundred-meter heights. "Pixiu, big brother, do we really need to go this high?" I felt like we were starting to descend.
The speed at which we ascended was fast, so our descent would be even faster. I was wearing an Azure Flower Robe while the Pixiu was a divine beast; we could both withstand the air friction caused by our rapid descent. However, at this speed, by the time we returned to the ground, the crater we created would likely exceed three hundred meters.
I couldn't just sit back and let it happen; Old Black would soon come with chains to catch me. I hurriedly searched my Seed Bag for something that could ensure our safe landing.
At the same time, I noticed that the Pixiu had already exhausted itself and fainted. It looked like I had to rely on myself now; I was still young and couldn't end up like Old Black so soon.
Usually, besides food in my Seed Bag, I only kept some weapons. Oh right, there were also those two Pouches left by my master! But after searching everywhere, I found no sign of them. Seriously? In my panic, I suddenly spotted a sword hilt.
This sword hilt was also left by my master and had saved my life many times. It seemed like it could be used for sword flight; it had saved me during my battle with the Bat Demon before. The only problem was that I didn't know what conditions were needed to activate it. Whatever, I'll treat this dead horse as a live one (how many times has this phrase appeared?).
Taking out the sword hilt, I poured my magical energy into it as if it were free. However, all it produced was a Radiance similar in size to an ordinary sword and very ethereal—definitely not something that looked capable of carrying someone for sword flight.
At that moment, a voice suddenly echoed in my mind: "Idiot."
Then my Mental Power flowed into the sword hilt.
"Flying with a sword relies on Divine Power, not magical energy. How did I end up with such an Idiot disciple?" I thought to myself.
Then the sword hilt transformed into a massive sword, Radiance solidifying as it shot upward!
The downward momentum instantly halted, leaving me and Pixiu suspended in mid-air. I used the force to climb onto the giant sword, realizing that it could now be controlled by my Divine Power.
"Down," I commanded the giant sword.
The giant sword immediately took me down toward the ground.
"Slow down a bit."
The giant sword slowed down, but could it really stop like this?
"Thud."
A classic case of a dog eating shit.
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