Chapter 158: The Mystic Spring
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Chapter 158: The Mystic Spring
"Boom—"
On the horizon, dust billowed as the thunderous hooves of a colossal beast echoed. Twelve Dragon Elephant Divine Martial Battalion warriors charged out from the dust clouds, halting at the edge of the Emperor's Tomb Forest, their gazes fixed on the graveyard shrouded in dark clouds.
Clad in crimson armor, they looked majestic and formidable, each gripping a Dragon Elephant Halberd Spear measuring 10.8 meters long, as if holding a divine pillar. The Dragon Elephants beneath them were like small mountains, their nostrils exhaling white mist—a clear sign they had traveled a great distance.
"Captain, we’ve reached the Emperor's Tomb Forest," Zuo Jinfeng stood steadily atop his Dragon Elephant, his eyes filled with concern as he surveyed the rows of graves before him.
The leader of the twelve warriors was a blue-haired, green-eyed woman in her early twenties. She held a halberd spear in her hand, her body radiating powerful Blood Qi. With striking brows and captivating eyes, her presence was extraordinary. She was Ji Hanxing, the second disciple of Cloud Marquis Yue Wuyang.
Ji Hanxing’s eyes emitted two beams of blue light as she stared deep into the forest, her expression grave. "They entered the Emperor's Tomb Forest about an hour ago."
"What do we do? Reports say the Natives' Witch King and the Black Lai High Priest have crossed the border and entered the Ghost Dream Wilderness. They’re likely already in the Emperor's Tomb Forest by now. Either of them is a top-tier powerhouse among the Natives. If either takes action, the Emperor's Martial Palace will suffer heavy losses, and many of our elites may perish," Zuo Jinfeng said.
Ji Hanxing replied, "There’s no choice. The news came too late. We rushed here at full speed, covering 2,500 kilometers, but we’re still a step behind. Zuo Jinfeng, head to the nearest Three Masters Martial Academy immediately and request aid from the three Deputy Headmasters. The rest of you, stay here and await orders."
"Captain, are you going into the Emperor's Tomb Forest alone?" You Zui asked.
"There’s no other way. If we encounter the Witch King or the Black Lai High Priest, no amount of us will be a match for them. Until the Deputy Headmasters arrive, the more people who enter, the greater the casualties."
Ji Hanxing’s body tensed slightly before she launched herself from the Dragon Elephant’s back like a cannonball, soaring over 100 meters high. By the time she landed, she was already 2.5 kilometers away—a feat only a supremely skilled martial artist could achieve, leaping thousands of meters with sheer physical strength.
Meanwhile, Ning Xiaochuan and Yue Mingsong were unaware that warriors from the Emperor's Martial Palace and the Dragon Elephant Divine Martial Battalion had entered the Emperor's Tomb Forest.
The dark path they walked seemed endless, the ground covered in murky red puddles. After an indeterminate distance, they arrived at a Mystic Spring. Its waters were crystal clear, filled with emerald-green aquatic plants and shrouded in mist, resembling a paradise on earth.
"Something’s wrong. Something’s very wrong," Yue Mingsong jumped down from the Double-headed Stone Beast, his expression solemn as he stared at the Mystic Spring.
"Indeed. This is where the Chilling and Desolate Energy is most concentrated, yet this Mystic Spring is completely untouched by any Yin energy. It shouldn’t be here—it belongs in a Spiritual Land or Sacred Land," Ning Xiaochuan said.
The Mystic Spring was undeniably ethereal, its mist carrying a faint, refreshing fragrance.
"Splash—"
In the Mystic Spring, a blinding white light rose, seemingly enveloping an ancient artifact that resembled a Green Gold ring.
The scene was like "the moon rising over the sea," its radiance casting shimmering reflections on the water's surface, with mist and glow intertwining, as if in a fairyland.
Yue Mingsong was so excited he couldn’t stop rubbing his hands. "This must be a treasure left behind by the Heavenly Emperor in his tomb. We’re rich!"
Splash!
Yue Mingsong jumped straight into the Mystic Spring, swimming toward the glowing ring.
Ning Xiaochuan was also greatly tempted—this was likely a relic of the Heavenly Emperor, an item left by a deity. However, unlike Yue Mingsong, he didn’t recklessly leap into the Mystic Spring, sensing something amiss.
Just then, Yue Mingsong shouted excitedly from the Mystic Spring, "I found it! I found the treasure! Hahaha!"
Yue Mingsong surfaced, holding up a blood-soaked corpse in his hands, shouting excitedly at Ning Xiaochuan.
Ning Xiaochuan’s expression drastically changed as he saw the corpse in Yue Mingsong’s hands come to life, opening a bloody maw to reveal a half-meter-long tongue and terrifying fangs.
"What kind of treasure… did you find?" Ning Xiaochuan felt a chill run down his spine, realizing Yue Mingsong’s state was highly abnormal.
"A green ring. I think this must be a divine artifact once worn by the Heavenly Emperor, an unparalleled treasure." Yue Mingsong was still ecstatic, examining the bloody corpse in his hands as if he were truly holding a ring.
Death illusion.
It was definitely a death illusion.
Ning Xiaochuan urgently said, "Quick, throw away that corpse… I mean, the ring!"
Yue Mingsong looked bewildered, staring at the corpse in his hands. He stroked the corpse’s tongue twice before suddenly laughing in realization. "This is the Heavenly Emperor’s relic. You’re not trying to snatch it from me, are you? Heh, I’m not that stupid!"
As he spoke, Yue Mingsong tried stuffing the corpse into his robes, but after much effort, he couldn’t fit it in, only smearing blood all over his chest.
Yue Mingsong finally sensed something was wrong, his face growing increasingly pale as he glanced at Ning Xiaochuan, his voice trembling. "This… this…"
Ning Xiaochuan frantically signaled with his eyes, urging him to throw the corpse away.
"Damn it!"
Yue Mingsong hurled the corpse away and began flailing his arms, desperately swimming toward the shore.
Hiss! Hiss!
The underwater plants all transformed into corpses—some climbed onto Yue Mingsong’s back, others grabbed his legs, dragging him down into the depths.
Yue Mingsong was utterly terrified, screaming for help as he was on the verge of being pulled under.
Ning Xiaochuan struck the water with his palm, releasing countless electric currents that spread throughout the Mystic Spring, blasting away the dozen or so corpses clinging to Yue Mingsong.
Yue Mingsong hastily pulled out an iron plate, channeling Profound Qi into it, and rode it swiftly back to shore. His robes were torn to shreds by the corpses, his body covered in blood, with two bloody claw marks even left on his backside.
Howl! Howl!
Numerous corpses surfaced in the Mystic Spring, their heads emerging as they glared at Ning Xiaochuan and Yue Mingsong on the shore with eerie eyes, letting out shrill, mournful cries.
"They must have been the burial companions of the Heavenly Emperor. Their resentment is extremely strong. Fortunately, they remain in the Mystic Spring. If they crawled out, it would be disastrous." As soon as Yue Mingsong finished speaking, the corpses in the Mystic Spring actually began climbing ashore in droves, as if a Corpse Tide had erupted, surging toward them.
"Let's go!"
Ning Xiaochuan flipped onto the back of the Double-headed Stone Beast, dragging Yue Mingsong up before galloping away.
The corpses behind them chased for only a short distance before stopping. It seemed they couldn’t stray too far from the Mystic Spring, and soon retreated back into its depths.
"Finally escaped alive. This time, I’m absolutely certain—we must be contaminated by Foul Energy. The Foul Energy in the Emperor's Tomb is too intense. Even the Nine-Yang Evil-Warding Pearl can’t counteract it." Yue Mingsong let out a long sigh.
The Double-headed Stone Beast ran for an unknown distance before finally encountering the Native Warriors.
These five Native Warriors were guarding the entrance to an Underground Forest. Upon spotting Ning Xiaochuan and Yue Mingsong, they immediately grew wary.
"Students of the Emperor's Martial Palace?"
"Elder Wu and the others are guarding outside the Emperor's Tomb. How did these two get in?"
"Why bother overthinking? There are only two of them. Let’s capture them first."
None of these five Native Warriors were weak—their cultivation was at least at the Seventh Level of the Divine Body Realm, with the strongest among them having reached the Ninth Level of the Divine Body Realm.
Yue Mingsong hid behind Ning Xiaochuan, whispering, "That Underground Forest is strange. There are footprints left by Yin Soldiers on the ground. The Nether Knights and Corpse Fiends must have all entered that forest. Let’s fight our way in and see what secrets are hidden inside."
"Then you deal with them," Ning Xiaochuan said.
"Ouch—I’m severely injured, I can’t. Must be corpse poison. I’m dying, I’m dying!" Yue Mingsong wailed dramatically, sprawled over the Double-headed Stone Beast’s back.
Ning Xiaochuan shook his head and leaped down from the beast’s back. Lightning gathered in his palm as he coldly stared at the five Native Warriors.
"A kid barely over ten years old dares to fight us? You must be a freshman at the Emperor's Martial Palace, right? Hah!" One of the Native Warriors sneered at Ning Xiaochuan, his face full of disdain.
"Whoosh!"
Ning Xiaochuan wasted no words. Activating Rainbow Teleportation, his body instantly appeared before the mocking warrior—so fast that the naked eye could barely follow.
Before the warrior could react, Ning Xiaochuan struck his neck with a palm strike. Crack! The warrior’s neck twisted unnaturally.
Ning Xiaochuan kicked the warrior away, then activated Rainbow Teleportation again, charging toward another Native Warrior.
The remaining four warriors, witnessing Ning Xiaochuan’s godlike speed, immediately grew cautious. The moment his body transformed into a rainbow streak, they all retreated simultaneously.
They were battle-hardened veterans, rich in combat experience, and knew how to react to sudden threats.
A cold smile curled on Ning Xiaochuan’s lips. His body shifted seven times in succession, covering over a hundred meters in an instant, appearing behind a Seventh Level Divine Body Realm warrior. His hand turned into a blade, slicing toward the warrior’s neck.
The Native Warrior sensed the danger, with branches sprouting from his back as he transformed into a Mystic Wood, lashing out at Ning Xiaochuan with its leaves and branches.
"Your reflexes are quick, but it still won’t save you."
Ning Xiaochuan shifted his position again, landing right in front of the Native Warrior. A beam of light shot from between his brows, piercing through the warrior's Protective Divine Aura and leaving a finger-sized hole in his forehead.
Thud.
The Native Warrior stared at Ning Xiaochuan in disbelief, his eyes still wide open, before collapsing straight to the ground.
In just the blink of an eye, a freshman from the Emperor's Martial Palace had slain two elite Native Warriors in succession, shocking the remaining three warriors and forcing them to reassess their enemy.
"Boom—"
On the horizon, dust billowed as the thunderous hooves of a colossal beast echoed. Twelve Dragon Elephant Divine Martial Battalion warriors charged out from the dust clouds, halting at the edge of the Emperor's Tomb Forest, their gazes fixed on the graveyard shrouded in dark clouds.
Clad in crimson armor, they looked majestic and formidable, each gripping a Dragon Elephant Halberd Spear measuring 10.8 meters long, as if holding a divine pillar. The Dragon Elephants beneath them were like small mountains, their nostrils exhaling white mist—a clear sign they had traveled a great distance.
"Captain, we’ve reached the Emperor's Tomb Forest," Zuo Jinfeng stood steadily atop his Dragon Elephant, his eyes filled with concern as he surveyed the rows of graves before him.
The leader of the twelve warriors was a blue-haired, green-eyed woman in her early twenties. She held a halberd spear in her hand, her body radiating powerful Blood Qi. With striking brows and captivating eyes, her presence was extraordinary. She was Ji Hanxing, the second disciple of Cloud Marquis Yue Wuyang.
Ji Hanxing’s eyes emitted two beams of blue light as she stared deep into the forest, her expression grave. "They entered the Emperor's Tomb Forest about an hour ago."
"What do we do? Reports say the Natives' Witch King and the Black Lai High Priest have crossed the border and entered the Ghost Dream Wilderness. They’re likely already in the Emperor's Tomb Forest by now. Either of them is a top-tier powerhouse among the Natives. If either takes action, the Emperor's Martial Palace will suffer heavy losses, and many of our elites may perish," Zuo Jinfeng said.
Ji Hanxing replied, "There’s no choice. The news came too late. We rushed here at full speed, covering 2,500 kilometers, but we’re still a step behind. Zuo Jinfeng, head to the nearest Three Masters Martial Academy immediately and request aid from the three Deputy Headmasters. The rest of you, stay here and await orders."
"Captain, are you going into the Emperor's Tomb Forest alone?" You Zui asked.
"There’s no other way. If we encounter the Witch King or the Black Lai High Priest, no amount of us will be a match for them. Until the Deputy Headmasters arrive, the more people who enter, the greater the casualties."
Ji Hanxing’s body tensed slightly before she launched herself from the Dragon Elephant’s back like a cannonball, soaring over 100 meters high. By the time she landed, she was already 2.5 kilometers away—a feat only a supremely skilled martial artist could achieve, leaping thousands of meters with sheer physical strength.
Meanwhile, Ning Xiaochuan and Yue Mingsong were unaware that warriors from the Emperor's Martial Palace and the Dragon Elephant Divine Martial Battalion had entered the Emperor's Tomb Forest.
The dark path they walked seemed endless, the ground covered in murky red puddles. After an indeterminate distance, they arrived at a Mystic Spring. Its waters were crystal clear, filled with emerald-green aquatic plants and shrouded in mist, resembling a paradise on earth.
"Something’s wrong. Something’s very wrong," Yue Mingsong jumped down from the Double-headed Stone Beast, his expression solemn as he stared at the Mystic Spring.
"Indeed. This is where the Chilling and Desolate Energy is most concentrated, yet this Mystic Spring is completely untouched by any Yin energy. It shouldn’t be here—it belongs in a Spiritual Land or Sacred Land," Ning Xiaochuan said.
The Mystic Spring was undeniably ethereal, its mist carrying a faint, refreshing fragrance.
"Splash—"
In the Mystic Spring, a blinding white light rose, seemingly enveloping an ancient artifact that resembled a Green Gold ring.
The scene was like "the moon rising over the sea," its radiance casting shimmering reflections on the water's surface, with mist and glow intertwining, as if in a fairyland.
Yue Mingsong was so excited he couldn’t stop rubbing his hands. "This must be a treasure left behind by the Heavenly Emperor in his tomb. We’re rich!"
Splash!
Yue Mingsong jumped straight into the Mystic Spring, swimming toward the glowing ring.
Ning Xiaochuan was also greatly tempted—this was likely a relic of the Heavenly Emperor, an item left by a deity. However, unlike Yue Mingsong, he didn’t recklessly leap into the Mystic Spring, sensing something amiss.
Just then, Yue Mingsong shouted excitedly from the Mystic Spring, "I found it! I found the treasure! Hahaha!"
Yue Mingsong surfaced, holding up a blood-soaked corpse in his hands, shouting excitedly at Ning Xiaochuan.
Ning Xiaochuan’s expression drastically changed as he saw the corpse in Yue Mingsong’s hands come to life, opening a bloody maw to reveal a half-meter-long tongue and terrifying fangs.
"What kind of treasure… did you find?" Ning Xiaochuan felt a chill run down his spine, realizing Yue Mingsong’s state was highly abnormal.
"A green ring. I think this must be a divine artifact once worn by the Heavenly Emperor, an unparalleled treasure." Yue Mingsong was still ecstatic, examining the bloody corpse in his hands as if he were truly holding a ring.
Death illusion.
It was definitely a death illusion.
Ning Xiaochuan urgently said, "Quick, throw away that corpse… I mean, the ring!"
Yue Mingsong looked bewildered, staring at the corpse in his hands. He stroked the corpse’s tongue twice before suddenly laughing in realization. "This is the Heavenly Emperor’s relic. You’re not trying to snatch it from me, are you? Heh, I’m not that stupid!"
As he spoke, Yue Mingsong tried stuffing the corpse into his robes, but after much effort, he couldn’t fit it in, only smearing blood all over his chest.
Yue Mingsong finally sensed something was wrong, his face growing increasingly pale as he glanced at Ning Xiaochuan, his voice trembling. "This… this…"
Ning Xiaochuan frantically signaled with his eyes, urging him to throw the corpse away.
"Damn it!"
Yue Mingsong hurled the corpse away and began flailing his arms, desperately swimming toward the shore.
Hiss! Hiss!
The underwater plants all transformed into corpses—some climbed onto Yue Mingsong’s back, others grabbed his legs, dragging him down into the depths.
Yue Mingsong was utterly terrified, screaming for help as he was on the verge of being pulled under.
Ning Xiaochuan struck the water with his palm, releasing countless electric currents that spread throughout the Mystic Spring, blasting away the dozen or so corpses clinging to Yue Mingsong.
Yue Mingsong hastily pulled out an iron plate, channeling Profound Qi into it, and rode it swiftly back to shore. His robes were torn to shreds by the corpses, his body covered in blood, with two bloody claw marks even left on his backside.
Howl! Howl!
Numerous corpses surfaced in the Mystic Spring, their heads emerging as they glared at Ning Xiaochuan and Yue Mingsong on the shore with eerie eyes, letting out shrill, mournful cries.
"They must have been the burial companions of the Heavenly Emperor. Their resentment is extremely strong. Fortunately, they remain in the Mystic Spring. If they crawled out, it would be disastrous." As soon as Yue Mingsong finished speaking, the corpses in the Mystic Spring actually began climbing ashore in droves, as if a Corpse Tide had erupted, surging toward them.
"Let's go!"
Ning Xiaochuan flipped onto the back of the Double-headed Stone Beast, dragging Yue Mingsong up before galloping away.
The corpses behind them chased for only a short distance before stopping. It seemed they couldn’t stray too far from the Mystic Spring, and soon retreated back into its depths.
"Finally escaped alive. This time, I’m absolutely certain—we must be contaminated by Foul Energy. The Foul Energy in the Emperor's Tomb is too intense. Even the Nine-Yang Evil-Warding Pearl can’t counteract it." Yue Mingsong let out a long sigh.
The Double-headed Stone Beast ran for an unknown distance before finally encountering the Native Warriors.
These five Native Warriors were guarding the entrance to an Underground Forest. Upon spotting Ning Xiaochuan and Yue Mingsong, they immediately grew wary.
"Students of the Emperor's Martial Palace?"
"Elder Wu and the others are guarding outside the Emperor's Tomb. How did these two get in?"
"Why bother overthinking? There are only two of them. Let’s capture them first."
None of these five Native Warriors were weak—their cultivation was at least at the Seventh Level of the Divine Body Realm, with the strongest among them having reached the Ninth Level of the Divine Body Realm.
Yue Mingsong hid behind Ning Xiaochuan, whispering, "That Underground Forest is strange. There are footprints left by Yin Soldiers on the ground. The Nether Knights and Corpse Fiends must have all entered that forest. Let’s fight our way in and see what secrets are hidden inside."
"Then you deal with them," Ning Xiaochuan said.
"Ouch—I’m severely injured, I can’t. Must be corpse poison. I’m dying, I’m dying!" Yue Mingsong wailed dramatically, sprawled over the Double-headed Stone Beast’s back.
Ning Xiaochuan shook his head and leaped down from the beast’s back. Lightning gathered in his palm as he coldly stared at the five Native Warriors.
"A kid barely over ten years old dares to fight us? You must be a freshman at the Emperor's Martial Palace, right? Hah!" One of the Native Warriors sneered at Ning Xiaochuan, his face full of disdain.
"Whoosh!"
Ning Xiaochuan wasted no words. Activating Rainbow Teleportation, his body instantly appeared before the mocking warrior—so fast that the naked eye could barely follow.
Before the warrior could react, Ning Xiaochuan struck his neck with a palm strike. Crack! The warrior’s neck twisted unnaturally.
Ning Xiaochuan kicked the warrior away, then activated Rainbow Teleportation again, charging toward another Native Warrior.
The remaining four warriors, witnessing Ning Xiaochuan’s godlike speed, immediately grew cautious. The moment his body transformed into a rainbow streak, they all retreated simultaneously.
They were battle-hardened veterans, rich in combat experience, and knew how to react to sudden threats.
A cold smile curled on Ning Xiaochuan’s lips. His body shifted seven times in succession, covering over a hundred meters in an instant, appearing behind a Seventh Level Divine Body Realm warrior. His hand turned into a blade, slicing toward the warrior’s neck.
The Native Warrior sensed the danger, with branches sprouting from his back as he transformed into a Mystic Wood, lashing out at Ning Xiaochuan with its leaves and branches.
"Your reflexes are quick, but it still won’t save you."
Ning Xiaochuan shifted his position again, landing right in front of the Native Warrior. A beam of light shot from between his brows, piercing through the warrior's Protective Divine Aura and leaving a finger-sized hole in his forehead.
Thud.
The Native Warrior stared at Ning Xiaochuan in disbelief, his eyes still wide open, before collapsing straight to the ground.
In just the blink of an eye, a freshman from the Emperor's Martial Palace had slain two elite Native Warriors in succession, shocking the remaining three warriors and forcing them to reassess their enemy.
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