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Lin Yuan felt that tonight's "Xiu Zhen Conference" was nothing short of a large-scale scam, even more exaggerated than the "drama queens" in his live streams. That guy who called himself "Master Zhang San" looked ridiculous, dressed in a wrinkled robe that seemed like it had been fished out of a pickle jar. He wielded a broken sword, probably salvaged from some antique shop, with a missing piece from the hilt that likely broke off during a haggling session. His pretentious tone, punctuated by occasional coughs that made him sound like he had tuberculosis, was laughable. Lin Yuan even suspected that the old fellow might whip out a copy of "An Actor Prepares" to start a live tutorial.
As Lin Yuan pondered whether to expose this scam live and perform a chest-crushing act for his viewers, he suddenly felt a chill creeping up his back, as if a venomous snake was flicking its tongue against his neck. Goosebumps erupted all over him; this sensation was no joke.
He turned around to find a burly man with piercing eyes staring coldly at him. The guy was built like an ox, with well-defined muscles that screamed martial prowess. More importantly, he exuded an overwhelming aura of Lingqi, so dense it felt almost tangible—like a walking Lingqi bomb ready to explode at any moment. Lin Yuan's heart sank; it seemed that tonight's waters were much deeper than he had anticipated. This was no mere con artist but a formidable character with real skills.
At that moment, Su Jiu'er gently tugged at his sleeve and whispered in his ear, "Let's go; this isn't the place for conversation." Her voice was soft as a feather brushing against his ear, carrying a hint of mysterious fragrance.
Lin Yuan nodded and quietly followed Su Jiu'er out of the noisy factory, moving like two nimble cats weaving through the crowd without leaving a trace.
Once outside, Su Jiu'er led Lin Yuan to an abandoned subway station. The night wind howled, swirling up fallen leaves and creating a rustling sound, while the streetlights flickered with dim yellow light, casting long shadows of the two figures.
"This is the Entrance to the Dragon Vein Ruins?" Lin Yuan looked at the dark subway station entrance piled high with trash and emitting foul odors, feeling puzzled. This place looked more like a gathering spot for vagrants than some mysterious relic entrance.
Su Jiu'er nodded and pulled out an ancient compass from her pocket. The surface of the compass was worn and battered, as if it had weathered the test of time, yet its needle glimmered with an unusual light. "According to ancient texts, the Entrance to the Dragon Vein Ruins is right here."
Lin Yuan observed the compass in Su Jiu'er's hand as its needle spun wildly like a drunken top and couldn't help but scoff, "Is this thing reliable? It doesn't look like something you'd find at a flea market. That needle's spinning faster than my electric fan; it might just fly off any second."
Su Jiu'er shot him an exasperated glance as if looking at an ignorant fool. "This is an heirloom from my family, what do you know? This is an Ancient Artifact capable of sensing the direction of dragon veins—something beyond your comprehension."
With that, Su Jiu'er stepped into the subway station first, her figure quickly disappearing into the darkness. Lin Yuan shrugged and thought to himself, "An heirloom? I bet some ancestor bought it at a street stall." He grumbled while following her inside.
The subway station was pitch black; he couldn't see his hand in front of his face. The air was thick with damp mildew mixed with the unpleasant odor of rats, making him uneasy as he feared stepping into something unpleasant.
The compass in Su Jiu'er's hand emitted a faint glow like a firefly, guiding them through the darkness.
After walking for about ten minutes, Su Jiu'er suddenly stopped. "This is it."
Lin Yuan focused ahead and saw a wall covered in strange symbols that resembled some ancient script—twisted and mysterious—emanating a faint golden light.
Su Jiu'er aimed the compass at the wall, murmuring incantations in an ancient and mysterious tone, as if singing a long-lost ballad.
Suddenly, the symbols on the wall emitted a dazzling light that grew increasingly bright, illuminating the entire subway station. Gradually, it opened to reveal a dark hole, from which a chilling wind blew, carrying a scent of decay.
"Let's go." Su Jiu'er stepped inside first, her figure vanishing into the opening.
Lin Yuan took a deep breath and followed her in, feeling as though he had entered an unknown world.
Inside the opening was a narrow passageway, with walls adorned with vivid murals that told the stories of Ancient Cultivators. There were immortals performing Sword Flight, dragons swallowing clouds and breathing fog, and various Rare Beasts that left Lin Yuan dazzled, as if he had stepped into a mythological realm.
As Lin Yuan walked and admired the murals, he felt as if he had traveled back to ancient times. He even began to fantasize about soaring through the skies like the immortals depicted in the paintings, carefree and unrestrained.
Suddenly, he felt something hard beneath his feet—something metallic. Looking down, he realized it was a mechanism! The surface of the mechanism was engraved with intricate patterns and emitted a faint cold light.
"Watch out!" Lin Yuan shouted, pulling Su Jiu'er back with a leap, his movements swift as lightning.
At that moment, the mechanism activated, and countless Lethal Arrows shot out from the walls like a swarm of locusts, sending chills down their spines. The arrows whistled through the air and struck the ground with a clattering sound.
"That was close!" Lin Yuan exclaimed, his heart racing as if it might leap from his throat.
Su Jiu'er’s face turned pale; she was clearly startled. "There are traps everywhere; we must be careful."
The two continued forward cautiously, like two vigilant rabbits avoiding various traps and mechanisms. There were concealed darts that sprayed poison gas, sudden collapses of the ground, and hidden blades in the walls—each step was fraught with danger. Thanks to Lin Yuan's keen Guan Qi ability, he sensed impending threats ahead of time and narrowly escaped disaster time and again, earning Su Jiu'er’s admiration.
Finally, they arrived at a spacious hall. The ceiling was embedded with Night Pearls that emitted a soft glow, illuminating the entire space.
In the center of the hall stood a massive stone platform upon which lay an ancient tome. The cover of the book was worn and tattered but still exuded an aura of age and mystery.
"That's it!" Su Jiu'er exclaimed, her voice trembling with excitement.
The two hurried to the stone platform and began to flip through the ancient texts.
The texts contained long-lost Ancient Martial Arts and Cultivation Methods, including fist techniques, sword techniques, and lightness skills. Lin Yuan was dazzled by the variety, feeling the Lingqi within him stirring restlessly.
Just then, a heavy and powerful sound of footsteps echoed from the Entrance of the hall, like a hammer striking the ground.
"Someone's coming!" Lin Yuan said alertly, his ears twitching as he caught the subtle sounds in the air.
Turning around, they saw two men in black entering, wielding gleaming weapons and with fierce eyes, resembling hungry wolves.
"It's the Qi Gong Association members!" Su Jiu'er’s expression changed, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes.
"It seems we've been followed," Lin Yuan sneered coldly, a glint of killing intent flashing in his gaze like an enraged beast.
"Hand over the ancient texts!" one of the black-clad men barked, his voice icy and ruthless.
"You want the texts? Let's see if you have what it takes!" Lin Yuan replied fearlessly, his fighting spirit soaring.
A fierce battle was about to erupt!
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