Chapter 28: Six Great Secret Treasures

Lu Xiangxiang gazed at Ying Wuji's flawless profile with an expression of surprise and doubt.

Is it a coincidence, or has he also been reborn?

She suppressed her unease and stepped toward them.

"Eldest Senior Brother, Third Senior Brother, Youngest Senior Brother." Lu Xiangxiang stood still, then called out obediently; sensing Yuan Yao's gaze, she then said, "Sixth Senior Sister."

In fact, she is one year older than Yuan Yao, but due to seniority in the sect, she can only helplessly lower her head and address Yuan Yao as "Senior Sister."

Lu Xiangxiang's gaze then turned to Song Yan; she frowned slightly and said anxiously, "Eldest Senior Brother, your wound seems to have split open again—let me help you bandage it."

Saying that, she moved forward.

Ying Wuji suddenly spoke, "Eldest Senior Brother, why are you so badly injured?"

Earlier, he had already seen Eldest Senior Brother's face wrapped in gauze; although he couldn't see the wound, he could tell the injury was certainly serious.

And this bandaging technique closely resembles that of the junior sister.

Lu Xiangxiang's face stiffened slightly; unable to hold back, she looked at Eldest Senior Brother with apologetic eyes and whispered, "Eldest Senior Brother was injured by the Black Dragon while protecting me."

At that moment, the Black Dragon silently shrank its neck, closed its eyes, and obediently lay on Cang Li's shoulder, pretending nothing had happened.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Yao laughed: "Eldest Senior Brother is covered in wounds, yet you are completely unharmed—it seems Eldest Senior Brother has protected you too well."

Lu Xiangxiang raised her head, "What do you mean by that, Sixth Senior Sister?"

Yuan Yao crossed her arms, "What do you think it means?"

"Are you blaming me, Sixth Senior Sister?" Lu Xiangxiang lowered her eyes, "But my cultivation is low, and I haven't received a Life-Saving Talisman from my master; if I joined the battle, wouldn't I just be a burden to Eldest Senior Brother? I also don't have any high-grade magical artifact to protect myself..."

Yuan Yao sighed, "All right, Lu junior sister, I was wrong to blame you. I have more high-grade magical artifacts than you, and I also have a Life-Saving Talisman from my master, so in every way I am several times stronger than you—you need not feel inferior."

After a pause, she looked at Lu Xiangxiang, "Do you remember what I said? Inferiority breeds inner demons!"

Lu Xiangxiang's expression remained unchanged, only her fingers tightened slightly.

"I remember."

While the two were speaking, Cang Li had already rewrapped Song Yan's wound.

Song Yan occasionally glanced at the two of them.

"I was wondering why my back felt chilly—turns out you split it open!" Cang Li touched his exposed back, then glared at Yuan Yao, "Yuan Yao, you owe me clothes! This is the outfit I bought for ten Low-Grade Spirit Stones!"

"I was just trying to save you!" Yuan Yao exclaimed in shock, "And you're still asking me to pay?"

"I don't care!" Cang Li declared righteously, "This is one of my favorite eighteen outfits! You must compensate me!"

Yuan Yao immediately complained, "Eldest Senior Brother, look at him!"

Song Yan laughed helplessly, "I'll compensate."

"No way!"

Yuan Yao and Cang Li said in unison.

The two exchanged a glance, then each snorted.

Cang Li took out a new outer garment from his storage space and quickly put it on.

Lu Xiangxiang felt an indescribable discomfort seeing them interact.

At that moment, Ying Wuji suddenly spoke, "Retreat to the rear."

Several people looked at Ying Wuji in confusion, while he himself lifted his gaze to the coffins suspended in midair.

The six coffins trembled slightly, and the green light at their eaves jumped and floated along.

"Is something wrong?" Song Yan asked.

Ying Wuji stared straight ahead and said, "The coffins are about to open."

Upon hearing this, Lu Xiangxiang felt a surge of joy.

The Black Dragon opened its eyes, a hint of hesitation flickering in its gaze, but ultimately it told Cang Li what it knew.

After all, it now shares the same boat with this human; if he dies, it cannot survive either.

Upon hearing the Black Dragon's mental transmission, Cang Li's complexion shifted.

He had no time to explain to Ying Wuji and the others, and instead shouted at the cultivators present, "Everyone, get out quickly!"

Having said that, he grabbed Yuan Yao and Song Yan and sprinted wildly toward another passage.

Yuan Yao and Song Yan were also stunned for a moment, but without hesitation they followed Cang Li in a frantic run.

"Lu junior sister, run!" Cang Li called out without looking back.

Upon hearing this, Lu Xiangxiang furrowed her brows.

She did not want to leave.

Until—

A silver longsword sliced through the air, pointing straight at her face.

Lu Xiangxiang startled, lifted her eyes, and met the cold gaze of the black-clad youth.

"Go." Ying Wuji said coldly.

Faced with such a "threat," Lu Xiangxiang could only grit her teeth and follow the direction in which Yuan Yao and the others had departed.

Weng Mingshu had also learned well; she grabbed her own elder brother Yan Haonan's arm and sprinted as well.

"Yuan Yao! Wait for me!"

"Can't wait—catch up to me!" Yuan Yao shouted while running.

Others were puzzled, but also sensed something amiss; after glancing at Ying Wuji, they followed suit and ran.

Soon, only Ying Wuji remained in that place.

Ying Wuji's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a hint of sharpness, his slender fingers gradually tightening around the sword hilt.

"Come out."

The six coffins suddenly shuddered violently, and in the next instant, their lids were flung open by a surge of force.

Bang!

The coffin lid slammed heavily to the ground.

Withered hands like dry twigs crawled out one by one at the coffin's edge.

Six desiccated corpses appeared.

Their bodies were extremely withered, skin tightly clinging to the bones, presenting an eerie bluish-gray hue. Their hair and nails were grown long, as if they had been sleeping in the coffin for hundreds of years.

In that instant, the green flame at the coffin's eaves surged into the six corpses' bodies.

The corpses, whose heads had been lowered, slowly lifted their heads, and the bones in their necks emitted a 'creak-creak' sound.

As they lifted their heads, their dead eyes suddenly glowed green.

The next moment, the six corpses instantly attacked toward Ying Wuji at astonishing speed!

Each corpse's strength had reached the late Nascent Soul Realm!

And the corpse in the long robe had even reached the early Spirit Transformation Realm!

Ying Wuji immediately drew his sword and began fighting them.

Boom—boom—boom—

The six corpses surrounded the black-clad youth in the center; the youth wielded a silver longsword, brows slightly furrowed, slashing at them with one sword strike after another!

Although the six corpses had long been dead, their bodies were unusually hard, their movements agile, their coordination seamless, tightly trapping Ying Wuji in the middle.

At the same time, Yuan Yao and the others had already run to the passage; hearing the fierce battle behind them, they involuntarily stopped and turned back to look.

Only to see Ying Wuji, under the siege of the six corpses, dodging left and right, peril abounding.

A powerful impact surged forth like a mountain-collapse, sea-tide, causing a suffocating sense of oppression.

At the sight of the corpses, everyone's faces showed shock; one cultivator exclaimed in alarm, 'What kind of monster is this?!'

"Guardian corpse." Cang Li said with a complex gaze.

At the same time, they are also guardians of the inheritance.

The black dragon said, they hide the keys to the six great secret treasures on their bodies.