The hidden quest was complete? Just as he had thought, the final step was killing the sorcerer.
The staff had to be the reward. Slaying the boss only led straight into a brawl for loot, turning into a contest of team endurance. Zhang Yuanqing's physical state was terrible; his stamina had plummeted drastically.
The Yinyang Robe was uncollected? Where was it supposed to be collected? Right—in the river. A torrent of thoughts flashed through Zhang Yuanqing's mind in an instant.
Yet there was no time to ponder. Li Xianzong, who was closest to the staff, was already lunging toward this powerful item.
His movement sent adrenaline surging through everyone in the orthodox faction.
Bang!
A gunshot rang out in the distance. As Li Xianzong bent over to pick up the staff, he dove forward a beat early, rolling continuously across the ground. An exaggerated crater blew open where he had just stood.
He had kept a sharp eye on the "sniper's" movements all along and made a preemptive read.
Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing dashed ahead atop his red dancing shoes, arriving first by the staff and snatching the item off the ground.
"Yuanshi!" Queen yelled.
Zhang Yuanqing froze. Looking down, he realized his hands were empty. The staff had vanished—no, it had never been picked up at all.
Taking the staff had been an illusion; he had fallen under an Illusionist's spell.
Puff! Puff!
The ratman puffed out his cheeks, shooting two emerald poison needles from a slender bamboo blowpipe.
Without needing Zhang Yuanqing's input, the red dancing shoes carried him into a whirl, spinning him off into the distance as the two poison needles grazed past him.
The youth missing his left ear darted forward like an arrow, fighting to seize the staff resting quietly on the ground.
The moment he neared the staff, two rings flew straight at him, wrapping around his torso and legs.
Smack! Carried forward by his momentum, the youth went flying into an ugly faceplant, crashing hard against the earth.
Bang!
Guan Ya's bullet struck the youth's skull with pinpoint accuracy. Bone and gore splattered as the Witch Doctor died on the spot.
A chill ran through the remaining three evil profession players, including Li Xianzong.
At that moment, Huode Xingjun flicked his wrist and hurled a flaming spear, pinning it accurately beside the staff. Wrapped in a mantle of fire, he emerged directly from the flames into which the spear transformed.
Huode Xingjun swiftly bent over to snatch the staff.
The second their companion bent down, Guan Ya and Li Chunfeng locked onto one enemy each and pulled their triggers, laying down covering fire for Huode Xingjun.
Nicely done! Delighted, Zhang Yuanqing rushed over on his red dancing shoes to support Huode Xingjun, ensuring he could secure the staff unhindered.
Whoever controlled the staff controlled the upper hand.
At some point, a wooden box had appeared in Li Xianzong's palm. With a crisp click, the lid popped open. The next moment, thick fog billowed across the square, blinding everyone.
He had refrained from using this item against the sorcerer earlier because the sorcerer had special sensory abilities that made the fog largely ineffective against him. Blanketing the area would only have blinded both player factions, letting the boss butcher them at leisure.
Guan Ya and Li Chunfeng froze on their triggers, forced to halt their covering fire.
Blind in the dense fog, they did not dare fire blindly for fear of hitting or killing their own teammates.
Their ranged firepower had been completely checked.
Enveloped in the thick mist, Huode Xingjun's vision was obscured, but guided by his senses, he grabbed blindly toward where the staff lay—it was right by his feet, after all.
Puff! Puff!
The fog stirred as two emerald poison needles pierced through the gossamer vapor, sinking directly into Huode Xingjun's chest.
Using the mist as cover, Li Xianzong closed in like a ghost. His butterfly knife flashed through the air, darting straight for Huode Xingjun's throat.
Clang!
Propelled by the red dancing shoes, Zhang Yuanqing arrived just in time, holding the yanagiba blade vertical. The edge of the butterfly knife struck the Bloodthirsty Blade, sending blinding sparks flying.
Seizing Huode Xingjun by the shoulder, Zhang Yuanqing hurled him behind himself and yelled, "Huode's poisoned!"
Even as he shouted, he did not forget to kick the staff far into the distance.
Huode Xingjun's burly frame was flung a dozen meters away, tumbling clear of the fog's reach.
The Wood Demon youth nimbly dragged the Fire Master aside. First, he shoved several antidote pills into his mouth, then took out sandalwood incense and sprinkled it over the tiny puncture wounds on his chest.
This could only neutralize the poison to a rudimentary degree; whether he would survive was still up in the air.
As for returning to combat, that was entirely out of the question.
Lili Yuanshangcao made a quick mental tally of the combat strength on both sides. Three evil profession players remained, whereas their side only had their captain and Queen left, and the dense fog was enemy territory...
Worry flickered in his eyes.
Listening to the clattering rolls of the tumbling staff, Li Xianzong gauged the distance it had traveled, a smirk spreading across his face.
"What a coincidence. Back at Pingtai Hospital, there was thick fog just like this. How did I beat you then? Need me to refresh your memory?"
Zhang Yuanqing remained expressionless and replied coolly, "Have you considered the possibility that today, you'll be the one kneeling and begging for mercy?"
"Oh? We haven't seen each other in a little over a week, and you've already hit Level 3? Or did you get your hands on a rule-based item? Or do you actually think that Red Bridal Veil can still threaten me?"
Did that mean he had an item specifically meant to counter the Ghost Bride? Zhang Yuanqing's heart sank.
The Red Bridal Veil was his trump card, reserved for enemies he could not handle at his current stage. If it was countered, he would lose a crucial turnaround card.
The fog blocked Guan Ya and Li Chunfeng's line of sight, preventing them from firing. Even with the aid of the red dancing shoes, he had less than three minutes left. Defeating Li Xianzong inside this shroud of fog would be brutally difficult...
If things went wrong, Queen might even die.
Zhang Yuanqing rapidly weighed his options, analyzing the situation with mounting anxiety.
Just then, a bout of maniacal laughter rang out. Not far off, the ratman cackled wildly. "I got it! I've got the staff!"
Zhang Yuanqing's expression changed.
The corners of Li Xianzong's mouth curled upward. "Not bad. Making this much progress in a single week... your talent genuinely makes me jealous, which is all the more reason you have to die today. What are you waiting for? Curse them!"
He had not been idling just now. While stalling Yuanshi Tianzun, he had subtly signaled his companion, pointing out the staff's location and using the fog to guide him toward it.
Chuckling eerily, the ratman raised the staff and cried out, "Li Xianzong, this is a divine artifact! You have no idea how powerful it is—"
Suddenly, he saw the thick fog ahead churn violently. The next moment, a long leg whipped toward his head like a steel lash.
The ratman hastily pulled back the staff, smashing it toward the whistling kick.
Whack!
The staff and the kick rebounded off each other in opposite directions. The ratman staggered, while the leg's owner spun gracefully, shedding the recoil before lashing out with a second whip-kick.
Never having faced such a ferocious offensive, the ratman took the "whip" squarely across the cheek. He went airborne as if riding a cloud, and the staff clattered from his grip onto the ground.
Who came?
Both Li Xianzong and Zhang Yuanqing were caught off guard.
Immediately after, Zhang Yuanqing heard Guan Ya's voice. "Yuanshi, I can't see! Squeak if you're not dead!"
"How did you get over here?!"
Overjoyed, Zhang Yuanqing smashed his fists together without hesitation, unleashing an explosive shockwave akin to a high-explosive grenade.
The entire shroud of mist trembled violently, blasted apart by the concussive force and flames, briefly clearing out a pocket of visibility.
Now he could finally see everyone present and what they were doing.
Closest to the fallen staff was the dizzy ratman, behind whom stood the long-legged veteran driver, whose bloody calf wound had astonishingly healed.
Did she use her last half-vial of Life Essence? When push came to shove, she was always dependable! But why didn't she bring her rifle...? Zhang Yuanqing's gaze swept elsewhere. On the other side of the staff, near the edge of the square, a crew-cut man was hunched over, creeping forward to snatch the prize.
Directly across from him was their own Queen, sneakily creeping toward the fallen staff by sound.
Both factions exchanged glances, and in the next heartbeat, charged toward the staff together.
For the sake of this staff, both sides were ready to bash each other's brains out.
The ratman was the first to sit up, blowing a poison needle straight at Guan Ya behind him.
As a Scout, Guan Ya anticipated the move, swiftly sidestepping to let the needle whiz past, but the evasion cost her the initiative.
This was precisely why she had not brought the rifle into melee combat. Had she been carrying it, she might not have dodged the needle in time.
That item carried a side effect that cursed its wielder with bad luck, and the Burst Pistol in Li Chunfeng's hands would likewise strip away her composure.
The ratman scrambled toward the staff. Just as he reached out, two rings clattered against the pitch-black staff, knocking it a fair distance away and causing him to miss his grasp.
Thump, thump, thump... The crew-cut man lunged for the staff while snapping his fingers to cast an illusion, creating the false impression that he was still standing where he had been.
Just as his fingers were about to graze the wood, a muffled drumbeat resounded in his ear, piercing straight to the soul.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The stirring drumbeats reverberated, stabbing into everyone's ears, muddling their thoughts and instilling instinctive panic, confusion, and dread.
The drumbeat of the Cat King Speaker!
This was actually a very potent support item, but Zhang Yuanqing rarely deployed it because the drumbeats were an area-of-effect attack that only its owner was immune to; allies and enemies alike were affected.
If mismanaged, it could easily end up shielding the enemy while battering one's own allies.
Yet there was no time to care about that now.
The crew-cut man's mind spun into a haze. Instinctively, he felt an urge to kneel in reverence and flee in terror.
However, being an Illusionist, he possessed strong mental resistance. Snapping out of it rapidly, he let out a piercing shriek from his throat.
The shriek jolted everyone awake.
By then, Zhang Yuanqing was already airborne, slamming a brutal flying knee into the crew-cut man's chest.
Boom!
The Illusionist flew backward, crashing hard against the earthen wall behind him, shaking loose a shower of dust.
Clutching his chest, he curled up on the ground, unable to stand again.
Zhang Yuanqing had no time to deliver a finishing blow, nor did he bend down to pick up the staff. Through the vision granted by the Eye of the Insightful, he saw Li Xianzong closing in soundlessly, the muscles in his legs coiling tight as power surged downward toward his toes.
Crack!
A vicious upward kick cleaved the air with an explosive pop. Zhang Yuanqing leaned back, letting the strike miss.
Simultaneously, defying the momentum of his backward lean and requiring no windup, his body spun mid-motion, slipping to Li Xianzong's flank as the Bloodthirsty Blade gouged toward the carotid artery.
Even with Li Xianzong's vast close-quarters combat experience, he had never seen such a maneuver. He instantly engaged his spine, wrenching his torso to the opposite side while leaping upward to deliver a fierce double kick at his foe.
During this motion, two crimson glyphs surfaced in Li Xianzong's pupils.
Zhang Yuanqing's head buzzed violently, going completely blank.
Seeing this, a savage grin split Li Xianzong's lips. As a martial master, he already foresaw Yuanshi Tianzun's doom.
Suddenly, the dazed Zhang Yuanqing retreated in an unnatural fashion, evading the crushing kick by a hair's breadth.
Crack!
Li Xianzong's knees snapped out, but his flying side kick struck empty air.
Impossible... Li Xianzong's expression shifted, and immediately after, he sensed the air tearing behind his head.
Guan Ya had arrived. Pivoting on her left leg with her knee slightly bent, she whipped her right leg violently against Li Xianzong's head.
Zhang Yuanqing heard a distinct crack—Li Xianzong's cervical vertebrae had snapped.
The Bewitching Demon's head bent at a grotesque angle, and his body was hurled away like a sandbag.
Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing and Queen were ecstatic. That kick from Guan Ya had practically sealed the victory.
Tap, tap, tap... Carried by the red dancing shoes, Zhang Yuanqing darted toward Li Xianzong, intending to deliver a finishing blow to eliminate this great nemesis once and for all.
He had refrained from using the Demon-Subduing Pestle's purification, partly because he had the red dancing shoes, and partly to lull Li Xianzong into a false sense of security and create an opening for Guan Ya.
Panicked, the ratman raised his bamboo pipe and blew six poison needles in rapid succession.
Under the control of the red dancing shoes, Zhang Yuanqing pirouetted and leaped, nimbly dodging every single projectile.
Head cocked sideways, eyes bloodshot, and expression brutally venomous, Li Xianzong clapped his hands together. A dense shroud of fog rolled in, enveloping his figure.
Guan Ya sprinted forward to finish him off, only to find that Li Xianzong was no longer where he had landed.
"Aaargh!"
A shrill scream echoed from deep within the fog.
"Damn it!" Zhang Yuanqing blurted out, instantly realizing what had happened.
In a desperate bid, Li Xianzong had killed the crew-cut man. A Bewitching Demon flew into a frenzy at the sight of blood.
"Indeed, only slaughter brings me joy. Only slaughter makes me invincible," Li Xianzong's satisfied sigh drifted out from the mist.
"That bastard..." Guan Ya's fair face darkened.
Suddenly, she felt the fog churn ahead as though an enemy were approaching. The next instant, a swift, vicious straight punch shot toward her chest.
Having stepped back in anticipation, Guan Ya crossed her arms before her chest.
Thud!
A searing pain shot through her arms, and she stumbled backward, nearly toppling over.
"Yuanshi, he's regained at least eighty percent of his strength!" Guan Ya shouted. Forcing herself steady, her long leg swept forward.
The fog billowed violently, but struck nothing.
A gust of fierce wind swept in from the side. Her heart leapt into her throat; pulling her leg back, she pivoted and threw a punch.
Crack!
Fist collided with fist. She heard the sound of her own knuckles snapping, the pain bringing tears to her eyes.
Against such an overwhelming disparity in raw power, martial technique could not bridge the gap. Worse, the dense fog blinded her, leaving her on the receiving end of a one-sided beating.
There was no chance of victory.
Boom!
A deafening explosion rang out. A shockwave carrying flames blasted the fog apart.
Out of the corner of her eye, Guan Ya caught sight of Li Xianzong pouncing toward her.
In the face of crisis, she advanced instead of retreating, slipping past the thrusting blade and crashing into Li Xianzong's chest. Yet the impact merely caused the Bewitching Demon to sway slightly; it failed to knock him back.
Not good! As a martial master, Guan Ya's heart plummeted.
With a cruel sneer, Li Xianzong locked his arm around Guan Ya's neck, drawing his butterfly knife across her slender, pale throat.
"Li Xianzong!!"
Zhang Yuanqing's face twisted in fury.
Just as the blade closed in on the pale throat, it halted abruptly. Li Xianzong's wrist was ensnared by a water whip.
The other end of the whip was held by Queen.
The previous explosion had cleared a small pocket of mist, allowing her to see the situation here.
Zhang Yuanqing slammed down the second button of the Cat King Speaker. Instantly, a rousing suona melody burst forth—shrill, piercing, and high-pitched enough to crack stone and split metal.
Blood vessels webbed Zhang Yuanqing's pupils. His muscles swelled, and veins bulged beneath his skin like an enraged bull pumped full of stimulants.
The Cat King Speaker's suona music briefly restored his exhausted body to its peak.
The negative side effects of the suona were severe, a double-edged gambit that damaged the user as much as the foe. He never used it unless facing life or death, as there was a strong chance he might cripple himself before killing the enemy.
Tap, tap, tap!
Aided by the red dancing shoes, he exploded with unprecedented speed, leaving behind afterimages as he blurred toward Li Xianzong, driving the sharp yanagiba blade toward his temple.
With his wrist bound by the whip, Li Xianzong shoved Guan Ya violently into Zhang Yuanqing.
As expected, Zhang Yuanqing pulled back his blade to catch the woman.
Seizing the chance, Li Xianzong broke free of the whip, sprang off the ground, and pounced. "Want to risk your life with me? Come on, then!"
"Bring it!"
Zhang Yuanqing sent Li Xianzong flying with a single punch.
Then, pulling Guan Ya along, he bolted, sprinting toward the edge of the square.
"Think you can escape?" Li Xianzong landed lightly, completely unscathed. Smirking, he was about to give chase when he heard the ratman cry out in alarm, "Li Xianzong, something's running off with the staff!"
Startled, Li Xianzong gave up the pursuit immediately. Turning toward the voice, he tracked the movement of the mist.
In his perception, the staff had floated into the air on its own, one end tilted up and the other dragging across the ground, scurrying away at high speed...
"A spirit body?"
Snorting coldly, he pursued the staff while retrieving a round plastic needle case, drawing out a dark needle.
The thin needle emanated a sinister, malevolent yin energy.
The fleeing staff jerked to a sudden halt, then clattered onto the ground. The spirit body dragging it seemed to have been frightened away.
On the other side, Zhang Yuanqing instantly felt Little Doubi's terror—a fright so intense the infant was on the verge of tears.
That bastard Li Xianzong really did prepare an item to counter powerful spirit bodies... The last shred of wishful thinking vanished, cementing Zhang Yuanqing's resolve to flee.
His flight had been a feint; the core objective was directing Little Doubi to take the staff, testing whether Li Xianzong possessed means against spirit bodies.
If the man had been bluffing, Zhang Yuanqing would have summoned the Red Bridal Veil without hesitation.
Unfortunately, after their clash at Pingtai Hospital where Li Xianzong witnessed the Ghost Bride's power, he had privately prepared an item to counter her.
Fuck, I can only gamble on the hidden item now... Zhang Yuanqing unlocked the second form of the red dancing shoes, commanded them to hunt down Li Xianzong, and then dragged Guan Ya out of the square without looking back.
The two dashed out of the square, and Queen quickly followed behind, her face pale and her eyes clouded with faint despair.
"Are we... giving up the fight...?"
"How can we fight? What do we even fight with?" Guan Ya let out a bitter laugh.
She then looked at Yuanshi, whose muscles were bulging and whose face was flushed red. This was clearly a technique that forced out potential and could not last. Once the effect faded, his condition would likely be disastrous.
Queen bit her lip tightly.
Their exchange was overheard by Lili Yuanshangcao and Li Chunfeng, who had rushed over. The light in their eyes faded rapidly, replaced by grim despair.
Zhang Yuanqing waved his hand. "Shut up, all of you. Listen to me: take Huode Xingjun and Chi'ou immediately, go by water, and return to where we planned our tactics. Queen, can you carry us?"
Queen nodded despondently. "You mean... wage guerrilla warfare, using the vast dungeon space to stall them?"
Li Chunfeng frowned. This tactic was merely the desperate resistance of a cornered beast, but they had no other options left. Surviving a bit longer was better than nothing.
"Cut the chatter. Move now," Zhang Yuanqing urged.
He recalled that Li Xianzong possessed an item capable of casting curses. The red dancing shoes would not stall him for long, and time was life.
As for the hidden item, he did not mention it to his teammates because he still had no idea what its attributes were. Sometimes, rare items did not necessarily possess potent offensive power.
If the hidden item turned out to be an object with purely utilitarian functions, his teammates' morale would utterly shatter, ruining even their resolve to wage guerrilla warfare.
Indeed, if the hidden item could not turn the tide, he would wage guerrilla warfare against Li Xianzong.
Without delay, Lili Yuanshangcao hoisted the Fire Master onto his back, Li Chunfeng carried Chi'ou, and the group plunged into the river.
The river water was cool and clear. Queen moved through it like a fish, manipulating four swift currents to propel her teammates forward, swimming back toward their original location.
***
Li Xianzong bent over to pick up the staff while dropping to his knees, kowtowing toward the red dancing shoes.
Instantly, the pristine dancing shoes took on an ashen hue; their attack frequency plummeted, and their stomping force weakened.
Tsk, the vestment only suppressed it, and this is an item bearing Saint-stage power... These red dancing shoes are probably top-tier. Once I kill Yuanshi Tianzun, they're mine! Li Xianzong withdrew his burning gaze and checked the staff's information instead:
[Name: Decay Staff]
[Type: Weapon]
[Function: Curse]
[Description: The weapon of the Valley Master of Poison Valley. Every three years, the Valley Master slaughtered over a thousand lives, pooling their blood into a basin to nourish this weapon. One day, Yinyang Sanren heard of the Valley Master's atrocities, traveled to Poison Valley, ended his wicked life, and took this item with him.]
[Remark 1: Activating the gem atop the staff unleashes a curse on all living beings within a fifty-meter radius.]
[Remark 2: Can cast a curse on any target that harms the wielder—an eye for an eye, blood for blood.]
[Remark 3: When you use it, you owe it one thousand lives.]
What a powerful item! With this, let alone the Transcendent stage, even if I run into a Level 5 Saint, I can tangle with them for a bit. As for the large-scale killing scenario, who else could compare? I will be the highest scorer in the dungeon! Li Xianzong's pupils contracted, surging with wild delight.
Large-scale killing scenarios featured score rankings. While many Spirit Realm walkers successfully advanced each year, the ones who truly commanded attention were the top ten on the scoreboard.
Spirit Realm walkers who cracked the top ten were guaranteed to become formidable powerhouses in the Saint stage, much like the Four Young Masters of the Five Elements Alliance, who were all top-ten figures.
By contrast, ordinary Deacons were Saints who had remained outside the rankings.
Still, the price of this item is terrifying... Li Xianzong reined in his joy, furrowing his brows.
From the moment he began using this item, he would have to pay one thousand human lives three years later. Under the restrictions of merit points, how many points would a thousand lives cost?
Ten thousand points!
Even if he started performing good deeds nonstop right now, he probably could not amass that many merit points.
Gift it to someone else before the three-year deadline? No, that would be far too simple; a high-tier item would never leave such an obvious loophole.
Beside him, the ratman cackled. "Didn't I tell you? This item is downright absurd! Boss, those two chicks earlier are gorgeous. Can you sever their tendons and let me play with them for a bit?"
As he spoke, the ratman flicked his tongue over his lips, lust and greed glinting in his beady eyes.
Having acquired a top-tier item, Li Xianzong was in high spirits. Enduring the stomping of the red dancing shoes, he grinned broadly.
"Sure! I wouldn't mind even if you wanted to play with the men."
The ratman immediately said, "Then let's hurry and give chase! Those brats want to play guerrilla warfare with us. Hah, in their dreams!"
***
After surfacing twice to catch his breath, Zhang Yuanqing spotted a coffin ahead through the water, which was flecked with suspended particles.
He immediately patted Queen's shapely rear and pointed toward the coffin ahead, signaling her to head over.
Queen looked back, her expression puzzled. She had searched this stretch of water before, even blowing away the riverbed silt to inspect it. When had a coffin appeared here?
Knowing neither about the hidden quest nor about Little Doubi's Treasure Seeking skill, she had not understood earlier why Yuanshi Tianzun insisted on searching this area.
Now, she suddenly understood a little.
Yet how had he known beforehand? And what was inside the coffin?
Swaying her hips, Queen moved with the agility of a fish, bringing the group to a halt before the coffin.
She pointed upward, gesturing for everyone to surface.
Zhang Yuanqing and the others paddled upward, lightly leaping onto the bank with the aid of the current.
Zhang Yuanqing stumbled to a halt, his face drained of color, his demeanor showing the haggard exhaustion of a burned-out candle.
The sustained, intense combat, the purification from the Demon-Subduing Pestle, the explosive gloves, the suona from the Cat King Speaker... had practically drained every drop of his stamina. That he had not suffered sudden cardiac arrest was entirely thanks to the robust vitality of a Night Wanderer.
The moment he steadied himself, a splash echoed behind him as a massive surge of water pushed the coffin out of the river and onto the bank.
Queen leaped out immediately after. Unlike the drenched Guan Ya, not a single water droplet clung to her.
"What is this?" Li Chunfeng stepped up to the coffin and examined it closely. It was a wooden coffin nearly two meters long, its black lacquer mottled, heavily waterlogged, showing nothing extraordinary.
"Now isn't the time to scavenge junk! Escaping with our lives is what matters!" Lili Yuanshangcao urged.
Then he saw Li Chunfeng, Guan Ya, and Queen all turn their gazes toward Zhang Yuanqing, looks of contemplation on their faces.
Only then did Zhang Yuanqing speak in a feeble voice, explaining:
"A hidden quest. Whether we can turn the tables depends entirely on what comes out of this."
Hearing that, the four present shuddered, a wild joy of surviving against all odds welling up within them.
He had actually held back a trump card like this?!
Queen's breathing quickened. "Open it and see!"
Unable to wait, Li Chunfeng reached out to push the coffin lid. Yet no matter how much force he applied, the coffin refused to budge. He looked back anxiously at Zhang Yuanqing.
"It won't open! What do we do?!
"Maybe the conditions haven't been met yet? What's the hidden quest?"
Guan Ya also looked at Zhang Yuanqing, urgency written across her face.
Every second counted right now. Li Xianzong could catch up at any moment, and a single strike from that staff could stop everyone's hearts.
Zhang Yuanqing wasted no time. Withdrawing the round white jade from his inventory, he placed it atop the coffin lid.
The ordinary-looking white jade lit up with a gentle white light that enveloped the entire coffin, after which the jade pendant vanished.
Zhang Yuanqing reached out with a hand trembling from exhaustion, placed it against the coffin lid, and gave a light push. The lid slid open with ease.
Everyone's eyes snapped instantly toward the interior of the coffin.
Chapter 137