Chapter 427

"Little friend is young, I didn't expect you to have such means," the Third Elder praised.

"I am Cui Wu, the Third Elder of the Mountain Mausoleum Sect," he said with a fake smile.

"Since you are all passing by, why not come to my sect and sit for a while?"

Su Ming did not refuse but fell into deep thought.

Although he had been to the Shushan dungeon in his previous life, he was not 100% familiar with it.

After all, this dungeon was very huge.

The Shushan dungeon was a continuous mountain range with many sects and demon dens everywhere.

Legend had it that there was a hidden sect here called the Shushan Sword Sect!

As long as one found it and joined the sect, one could obtain peerless sword techniques.

But this dungeon had been open for a hundred years, yet no one had successfully found the Shushan Sword Sect; instead, countless people had died there.

Now that he was a newcomer, it would be a good thing if he could have a sect to stay in.

However... this Elder Cui Wu, though seemingly elegant, had a hint of evil hidden deep in his eyes.

Su Ming could tell at a glance that this elder was not a good bird.

So, he still decided to refuse to go up the mountain.

But just as Su Ming was about to speak.

He suddenly recalled the name of this sect.

Wait... Mountain Mausoleum Sect?

Su Ming’s pupils trembled.

He remembered a piece of news he had seen in his previous life.

Hidden within the Mountain Mausoleum Sect was a secret treasure!

It was an Epic high-grade piece of equipment, a soul banner; when it first appeared, it was auctioned for a high price of 50 million ten-thousand-race coins.

If he could get his hands on it and sublimate it, it would be an Ancient-quality divine piece of equipment.

That equipment was very suitable for Ji Yao to use.

Since luck had brought him here, and he happened to know this information gap, how could he refuse?

Even if there were certain risks, Su Ming accepted them.

"Very well, many thanks for Elder Cui’s kindness."

"We will go up the mountain to sit and rest for a while," Su Ming said with a smile.

He wanted to play along, go deep into the sect, and find the secret treasure.

As soon as these words were spoken, Yan Ze, who was on the side, was slightly shocked.

He did not expect Su Ming to agree so easily.

But based on the principle of trust, he believed in Su Ming’s intelligence, so he had no objections.

The group followed Elder Cui Wu and climbed the steps.

The ten Mountain Mausoleum Sect disciples followed behind them with strange expressions.

As they moved forward, disciples and cultivators from all around gradually gathered, forming a group of more than twenty people following behind them.

Ni Shuang lowered her head secretly, frost swirling between her palms, ready to strike at any moment.

Subconsciously, she felt that this place was very dangerous.

So, she was always prepared for battle.

"Hehe, you little friends are also very lucky; these surrounding mountains are full of demon sects, and the disciples inside all practice man-eating arts and soul-searching arts."

"If you had unfortunately passed by those sects, I’m afraid your fate would be hard to say."

"And our Mountain Mausoleum Sect is the only righteous sect here," Elder Cui Wu introduced.

As Su Ming climbed the steps, he also smiled at him.

"Mountain Mausoleum Sect, just by the name, one can tell it is a famous righteous sect within a hundred miles."

"Many thanks to the elder for the reception today."

Although Su Ming knew the truth, he did not expose it but echoed his words.

In fact, Su Ming had already sent Xiao Ming to fly to the high mountain peak to peek at the full picture of this sect from above.

Su Ming discovered that many of the sect’s disciples looked dejected, with no blood on their faces, like walking corpses.

Moreover, there was a faint smell of blood in the sect.

This situation did not look like a righteous sect at all.

It was to be expected; with demon sects all around, could they tolerate a righteous sect sitting here?

Elder Cui had actually spoken too much and lost his way, being too clever for his own good.

But it was too late to turn back now.

Because from Xiao Ming’s high-altitude view, he saw the scene below the mountain, where beast tides were sweeping and monsters were running rampant.

Every month in the Shushan dungeon, hundreds or thousands of monster tides would sweep through and slaughter mortal villages.

If job-changers or cultivators fell into them, they would only have a dead end.

At this time, being able to have a sect to rest in could be considered lucky.

Even if they had to fight later, Su Ming chose to kill a hundred cultivators rather than thousands of demons, as it was simpler.

In short, Elder Cui and Su Ming were flattering each other.

Soon, the two people, each with their own ulterior motives, reached the mountain peak.

A towering stone gate stood in front of everyone.

At the very top was a silver stone plaque with three vigorous and powerful characters written on it.

Mountain Mausoleum Sect!

"Follow me to the sect’s main hall; if we get along, perhaps you little friends can become guest elders of our sect and enjoy spiritual stone stipends every year."

Cui Wu said with a smile.

Su Ming knew what spiritual stones were.

They were equivalent to the money of this world.

Cultivators could use them to refine essence and improve their cultivation.

But job-changers could not use them, as they were not the same system.

Spiritual stones were equivalent to the zombie crystals in the Zombie Siege dungeon where Ni Shuang once lived; they could only be used by the indigenous people of the local world to improve their ability ranks.

"Please lead the way, Elder Cui," Su Ming cupped his hands.

Cui Wu nodded and led everyone into a main hall.

On the way, the disciples of the Mountain Mausoleum Sect gathered around, vaguely forming a surrounding posture.

They looked curious, but in reality, their hands were on their weapons, ready to surround and kill at any time.

"Su Ming, it seems we have entered a tiger’s den," Yan Ze stepped forward and whispered with a frown.

He could tell at a glance that this sect was not right.

But Su Ming’s demeanor remained calm and collected, as if everything was under control.

The reason was none other than that he was a half-step honored one.

Yan Ze did not know about this yet.

Strength was the greatest capital.

"No matter, continue deeper," Su Ming said calmly.

To gain benefits, one naturally had to have the courage to bear the risks; Su Ming’s code of conduct was very simple and clear.

These Mountain Mausoleum Sect cultivators were mostly fifth-turn or fourth-turn.

Wan Wu, as a sixth-turn Light Dark Guard, could easily wipe them out in a few moves.

Except for the elders and the sect master, none of them were a threat.

After Su Ming’s rebirth, he had worked hard for so long and finally had his own power.

Ni Shuang, Ji Yao, Yan Ze, and himself were all experts in the mid-to-late fifth turn.

It was not impossible to kill their way through this sect.

Even if they had an honored one sitting in town, it didn't matter.

Because Su Ming was already at the half-step honored one realm!

Even if the enemy had an honored one, with the bonus of the Origin Sword Body, he could still fight.