Mysterious Coffin?

"Xiao Yan... Xiao Yan!"

"Xiao Yan!"

"Wake up!"

"Don't die on me!" Frantic and flustered cries echoed across the Medicine Garden. Su Xueying stood upon the Medicine Pool, continuously channeling Fire Attribute Dou Qi into Xiao Yan's body. Their bodies pressed closely together as she choked up with immense heartache, gazing at Xiao Yan's withered aura and the bloody hole in his chest.

The hundred-year pact had actually just been a lotus leaf sanctuary Su Xueying gave Xiao Yan to take refuge in-who could have known Xiao Yan would truly come here!

Yet the activation of the lotus leaf required at least the power of the Dou Xian grade, and no external force could be used. How had Xiao Yan managed it?

Ext... exquisite... At this moment, an unusual restlessness surged from within Xiao Yan's body. Combined with the casual sweep of soul power just moments before, every inch of skin on the alluring figure pressed against his own seemed suffocatingly perfect...

"Strange... Why does this fellow seem a bit off?" Moments later, Su Xueying recovered some of her composure and carefully investigated Xiao Yan's condition.

The bloody hole in Xiao Yan's chest was glaringly obvious now. Although it had not harmed his origin or heart, he had fallen into unconsciousness-which clearly did not align with what Su Xueying had learned in her life. Yet judging by her own experience, it was clearly impossible for Xiao Yan to joke with his own life just to fool her.

Unfortunately, Su Xueying did not know that Xiao Yan already possessed undying and immortal strength; even a shattered heart had a very minimal impact on him...

"Rustle, rustle... You certainly know how to enjoy yourself." At that moment, a gloomy, dark shadow suddenly pierced through the protective barrier of light shielding the Medicine Pool, suspended above the two of them with a sneer.

Xu Shao harbored intense hatred for Xiao Yan, and so did Xiao Yan, yet both possessed unique skills. It was likely that a fierce battle would be hard to avoid today.

"Who goes there!" Su Xueying hastily let out a cold hum, her brows knitting together as brilliant cyan Holy Flame swept out from around her, drastically dropping the temperature of the space. Her gaze locked tightly onto the figure that had suddenly appeared, her slender hands holding Xiao Yan firmly as she said sternly, "Hmph."

Even if Xiao Yan was a cripple, the fact that he carried the Xiao Clan Bloodline made him worthy of her protection.

"The twenty-third-ranked Holy Flame... But after today, everything you own will be ours."

"Go meet them; I have other business." With that, the void behind Xu Shao rippled strangely, and a dark red coffin measuring several dozen zhang abruptly manifested.

The black coffin was roughly several meters long, yet countless gloomy ghosts swirled around it, and even some extremely ancient blood scripts made it appear exceptionally bizarre.

"This fellow is like a ghost that won't go away. Moreover, back during the trip to the Monster Realm, I never saw him afterward. What on earth did he go to the Monster Realm to do?" Xiao Yan wondered to himself in confusion while in his unconscious state.

"Rumble!" Xu Shao vanished directly, evidently heading toward higher altitudes. Su Xueying wanted to give chase, but looking at Xiao Yan's pale complexion in her arms and combining it with the dark red coffin in the void that exuded countless gloomy and bizarre auras, she was left utterly helpless.

"Cough, cough... What is this place?"

"Hell or heaven?" At that moment, Xiao Yan woke up with an extremely realistic expression, his eyes opening slightly as he muttered weakly.

"You're not dead!" Su Xueying could not help but retort with a hint of annoyance, though her beautiful eyes slowly fixed upon the dark red coffin hovering in the void. Ever since it appeared, the void here seemed to have been imprisoned once more, a immense pressure weighing down on her-that kind of power was clearly not something ordinary six-star Dou Xian could possess!

Naturally, as soon as Xiao Yan's body showed the slightest change, Su Xueying had released him. Fortunately, however, Xiao Yan's bitter-meat stratagem proved quite successful, at least shaking Su Xueying's unshakeable inner conviction and laying the groundwork for resolving the relations between the two factions.

"Stay here; I'll go deal with this thing." With a casual glance, Su Xueying's slender feet flashed with streaks of cyan flames as her speed surged, shooting directly toward the dark red coffin.

"What on earth is Xu Shao up to?"

"Still, you're no match for this thing... Give me five minutes, and my power will fully recover." Xiao Yan did not stop, crossing his legs directly as he struggled to regain control of the power within his body while keeping a constant eye on Su Xueying.

Moreover, through Xiao Yan's perception, there seemed to be some sort of living creature inside the dark red coffin. That tier of power was enough to make even Xiao Yan shudder, let alone Su Xueying, whose strength was inferior.

"Cyan Flame Cold Sword!"

"Cyan Flame Slash!" Su Xueying bounded through the air, where one could only catch glimpses of cyan flames and a pair of flawless jade feet flashing in midair. The cyan flame sword in her palm carried the sacred and inviolable fire of the Holy Flame, hacking down heavily toward the dark red coffin.

"Thud, thud, thud!" Even with the blessing of the Holy Flame's power, Su Xueying's attacks landed on the dark red coffin without stirring the slightest ripple of energy, producing only a string of rather dull sounds instead.

"Such a sturdy coffin..." Failing in her single strike, Su Xueying hovered coldly in the void, locking eyes with the dark red coffin while the temperature and power of the cyan flame sword in her hand churned violently.

"Hum, hum, hum!" The moment Su Xueying hesitated, the dark red coffin slowly shuddered. A moment later, it flipped upright, and even upon the coffin lid that held it down, streaks of blood-colored patterns flickered with extraordinary and profound power, resembling ancient and mysterious scriptures.

"This is... the Power of Faith?"

"What is going on here?" At that time, monstrous waves churned in Xiao Yan's heart as his eyes slowly opened, staring unblinkingly at the upright dark red coffin!

Right then and there, that kind of power caused even Xiao Yan to experience a wave of lingering fear.

"Whoosh, whoosh!" With a sound, the dark red coffin lid was violently blasted open by a wisp of gray energy, and countless wisps of gray mist instantly enveloped the entire coffin. Following close behind was a fierce and terrifying aura.

"This is... a human?" Moments later, as the gray mist dissipated, Xiao Yan used his brilliant soul power to catch sight of the human lying quietly inside the coffin.

It was the body of an old man, utterly devoid of any life force throughout his entire frame; clearly, his corpse had been preserved to perfection after his fall. Yet it was precisely this strange undulation that made Xiao Yan feel something was amiss.

"This is... the Lei Clan's Fourth Elder, Lei Shi?"

"Ho... how is that possible?"

"Didn't this fellow perish several thousand years ago, with his corpse perfectly preserved within the Lei Clan's Thunder Tomb? How could he appear here once again?" At this moment, Su Xueying's delicate hands trembled slightly, and her cherry-like mouth parted wide in extreme astonishment.

"Hum, hum, hum!" The moment the two of them expressed their shock, the gray mist inside the coffin poured into the old man's body without leaking a single drop. Immediately after, the life force within that long-dead old man began rapidly recovering!

Vague signs of awakening began to show, and the power within his body was clearly at the eight-star Dou Xian grade!