"Let's go. There really is a valley, and there should be treasure too. It's just that before we could get close, we were discovered by a late sixth-rank Seven-Wound Python!" Before long, Ma Jun and the male cultivator who had gone scouting appeared high in the sky.
He explained it to everyone.
The female cultivator among them could not help letting out a long breath of relief.
If a spirit beast was guarding it, then there was basically some heavenly material or earthly treasure there.
Added to that, the spiritual map they had seen was also similar to that place.
So they no longer doubted it.
They merely confirmed the treasure-sharing plan over and over again.
But at that moment, Ma Jun was none too pleased. He glanced at the two of them.
"What, you think Ma is deceiving you?"
"Then by all means, you may leave now!"
"Fellow Daoist Ma, you misunderstand. We were only worried about making a trip for nothing. After all, more than thirty years have passed. Who knows if someone else might have beaten us to it?" the female cultivator named Feng Li hurriedly explained.
Only then did Ma Jun let the matter drop, and the seven of them flew together toward the distant valley.
Before long, they saw, amid the lofty mountains and steep ridges, spiritual light spilling out from a broad valley, carrying a rich spiritual fragrance.
Only, the valley seemed to have a natural formation that blocked everyone's divine sense, making it impossible to see clearly what spiritual object was inside.
And Ye Zhijian finally saw a Seven-Wound Python in the distance.
This Seven-Wound Python was famed for its seven wound patterns. Not only was its body enormous, it also carried seven kinds of deadly poison.
These seven deadly poisons manifested in