As soon as Chu Yunfei finished speaking, Xiao Yihan turned around first and led the Heavenly Edict Sect disciples toward the back of the underground palace.
Wu Changge and Wu Mingyue followed closely behind.
The Rogue Cultivator on the outskirts looked at each other and then followed suit.
They had witnessed Chu Yunfei slaughter the elites of the Cangyun Sect and the Puppet Sect with their own eyes. It would be a lie to say they weren't afraid of such a killing god.
However, the dangers deep within the ruins remain unknown.
Following the prodigies of several major sects will surely ensure you survive longer than wandering aimlessly alone.
Zhao Manshan, carrying a heavy sword, strode after him.
"Young Master Chu, Saint Xiao!"
"I, Zhao, am willing to lead a group to scout ahead. If we encounter any ordinary opportunities, please leave some for us Rogue Cultivator."
Xiao Yihan did not respond immediately, but turned to look at Chu Yunfei.
Everyone in the team knows who's in charge.
Chu Yunfei remained calm.
"Unclaimed property is left to its own devices."
"As long as no one provokes me, whatever opportunities I encounter are none of my concern."
Zhao Manshan was taken aback at first, then grinned and clasped his hands in a fist salute.
"Thank you, Young Master Chu!"
The tense atmosphere among the group of Rogue Cultivator also eased.
What they fear is not the competition for opportunities, but that someone, relying on their overwhelming strength, will deny them even the right to compete.
At least Chu Yunfei follows the rules.
As long as they don't court death, they don't need to worry about their heads suddenly disappearing while they're walking.
Situ Shuang'er took the healing pills and stood up from beside the broken stone pillar.
Her breathing was still somewhat disordered, and the bloodstains on her white sword robe were still wet, but her face no longer showed much signs of disarray.
Two disciples from the Heavenly Sword Sect came to her side.
"Holy Maiden, shall we leave the ruins and go find our fellow disciples?"
Situ Shuang'er gazed into the dark corridor.
Chu Yunfei's figure was almost disappearing into the darkness.
She gripped the Ice Soul Sword tightly, her voice regaining its coldness.
"No need."
" Nangong Wuhen is dead, and the sect disciples are scattered in various places. Leaving now may not be safer than staying here."
She paused briefly, then stepped forward to catch up with the others.
"Let's explore this ruin first, then we'll make further plans."
The two disciples exchanged a glance but said nothing.
After taking a few steps, Situ Shuang'er's gaze fell once again on the black-clad figure in front of her.
She paused for only a moment before turning her gaze away with a cold expression.
The group walked along the corridor.
Before long, the first side hall appeared ahead.
The palace gates were long since decayed.
Zhao Manshan did not touch it rashly with his hand, but instead pushed it from a distance with the hilt of his knife.
boom!
The heavy wooden door collapsed inward, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Everyone used their spiritual power to dispel the dust, and only then could they see the scene inside the hall clearly.
More than ten stone platforms are arranged in a neat row.
Each stone platform held a jade slip, its surface shimmering with spiritual light, surrounded by a protective barrier that had not yet completely dissipated.
"The Hall of Cultivation Techniques!"
A Rogue Cultivator's breathing suddenly quickened, and he rushed toward the nearest stone platform.
Don't touch it!
Before Si Yunshu could even speak, the man had already reached into the barrier.
Buzz!
The silver array patterns, dormant for many years, lit up instantly.
Dozens of fine wind blades shot out from around the stone platform, blocking the retreat of the Rogue Cultivator.
His expression changed drastically, and he hastily activated his protective spiritual power.
Bang bang bang!
Wind blades rained down one after another.
His protective spiritual energy trembled violently, and several bloody cuts were made on his shoulders and arms.
Zhao Manshan grabbed him by the back of his collar in time and pulled him back.
Are you in such a hurry to be reincarnated?
"How many people died from the main hall's formation? Have you already forgotten about it so quickly?"
The Rogue Cultivator clutched his wound, his face flushed red.
"Brother Zhao, I..."
"Shut up."
Zhao Manshan glared at him.
"If this happens again, you'll be kicked out of the group."
The rogue Rogue Cultivator dared not argue and lowered his head, retreating to the back of the crowd.
Chu Yunfei walked to the nearest stone platform.
His divine sense swept over the array, and the array pattern structure within the restriction quickly entered his sea of consciousness.
These formations are far less complex than the restrictions surrounding the main hall.
After years of erosion, its remaining strength is less than one-tenth of its peak.
Attack the third array pattern in the bottom right corner.
Chu Yunfei raised his hand and pointed out the location of the array's core.
"Each stone platform has the same restrictive structure. Do not touch the central spirit rune, or you will trigger the remaining killing array."
After noting down the location, everyone made their move.
Click!
The first barrier was broken.
Immediately afterwards, the second and third layers of restrictions also collapsed.
In a short while, all the jade slips on the more than ten stone platforms were revealed.
As divine senses probed into the jade slip, exclamations of surprise rang out one after another.
" Earth Rank Low Grade ' Mysterious Fire Art '!"
"This is the Earth Rank Middle Grade ' Hundred Rivers Returning to Origin Technique '!"
" Heaven Rank Low Grade!"
"This jade slip actually contains a low-grade Heaven Rank Low Grade technique!"
The breathing inside the side hall suddenly became heavy.
All seven major sects in the Eastern Continent possess Heaven-level inheritances, but such high-level techniques are never allowed to be casually perused by ordinary disciples.
For Rogue Cultivator and second-rate forces, a complete Heaven-level cultivation technique is enough to serve as a foundation for their survival for hundreds of years.
In the deepest part of the side hall, a pale golden jade slip floated silently.
Xiao Yihan probed it with his divine sense.
A moment later, he slowly opened his eyes.
"The Nine Yang Sea-Burning Art "
" Heaven Rank Middle Grade technique, with a complete lineage."
As soon as he finished speaking, the side hall fell silent.
Dozens of gazes simultaneously locked onto the pale gold jade slip.
Several Rogue Cultivator at the Divine Sea Realm subconsciously took half a step forward, their hands gripping their weapons.
Heaven Rank Middle Grade cultivation technique.
Such a legacy, even within the seven major sects, would be enough to serve as their most treasured secret technique.
Xiao Yihan did not immediately accept the jade slip.
He turned to look at Chu Yunfei.
"Brother Chu, are you interested?"
Chu Yunfei only glanced at it.
"No."
The Boundless Creation Scripture surpasses so-called Heavenly-level cultivation techniques.
Let alone Heaven Rank Middle Grade, even if an immortal cultivation method were right in front of you, it wouldn't be worth changing your cultivation method.
Seeing that he was indeed not interested, Xiao Yihan put the pale gold jade slip into his storage ring.
"This item Heavenly Edict Sect."
"You may distribute the remaining techniques among yourselves."
Several Rogue Cultivator the Divine Sea Realm slowly released their grip on their weapons.
Xiao Yihan was already incredibly strong.
The disciples of the Heavenly Edict Sect behind him had also formed a battle formation.
Fighting to the death with the Heavenly Edict Sect for a technique that cannot be immediately converted into combat power is not about seizing an opportunity, but about having a death wish.
The remaining jade slips were quickly divided among various parties.
The group left the Hall of Techniques and continued deeper into the ruins.
Not long after, a second side hall appeared on the right side of the corridor.
There were no stone platforms or jade slips in the hall, only rows of long-rotted weapon racks.
A large number of swords and knives were scattered on the ground.
Some are just rusty fragments, while others appear intact, but the internal spiritual patterns have long since been worn away.
Over time, the vast majority of magical artifacts have been reduced to scrap metal.
Only seven weapons remained enveloped in aura.
Five of them reached the prefecture-level city level.
The sword and seal at the very center exuded a pressure far exceeding that of a level-elemental spiritual weapon.
"This is... a Heavenly-grade spiritual artifact!"