Chapter 70

Wang Jiu of Zhi Sheng Dian is a grandmaster-level martial artist, and to Chu Tian and Ma Fei he is also a formidable opponent.

Moreover, in such a cramped space it's really unsuitable for a head‑on fight; the key is, if fighting breaks out, what if it affects the secret chamber?

"Ma Fei, what exactly are you planning?" Chu Tian asked.

"I heard from the Sect Master that back then the Ancestral Master obtained this treasure, and it's not something just anyone can pick up! Coincidentally, Wang Jiu is asking for death—why not let him try it first?" Ma Fei laughed.

Chu Tian was half‑believing, half‑doubting, but he thought that back then only Ma Fei had stood beside the Sect Master to resist the imperial army; although he now had no chance to verify it, he believed Ma Fei wouldn't let an outsider obtain the Ancestral Master's treasure.

"Have you two finished discussing? Can this secret chamber be opened?" Wang Jiu seemed not to care at all about their conversation; apparently it was just those schemes, nothing worth noting.

Since he dared to come, how could he possibly be unprepared?

Wang Jiu gave a light laugh, Ma Fei and Chu Tian exchanged a glance, and both nodded.

"All right, Brother Wang, please wait a moment."

I saw Ma Fei and Chu Tian, with solemn expressions, take out an antiquated‑shaped key from their bosoms, carefully insert it into the lock of a door that looks ordinary but hides a mystery, and then gently turn it.

Accompanied by a crisp "click," it seemed as if time itself froze at that moment. Immediately, the door of the secret chamber, sealed for years and covered in dust, began to move slowly, emitting low‑pitched scraping sounds. Every tiny motion filled the air, making hearts race and breaths quicken.

Thinking that the Ancestral Master's treasure lay just beyond the door, many disciples widened their eyes and craned their necks, eager to see what treasure lay inside.

In front of the secret chamber, the three of them saw a strange light flash in their eyes; looking inside, they found only a simple futon and a bookshelf, with nothing else.

"How is that possible?!"

"Where is the treasure?!"

Ma Fei and Chu Tian exclaimed in shock, "Where is the Ancestral Master's treasure?"

It surely can't be just the books on that futon and bookshelf, can it?

Wang Jiu stared at them strangely and asked, "Are you sure no one has entered this secret chamber before?"

Their faces fell at once; as far as they knew, the Fifth Elder had definitely come in, but everyone else is dead—who knows how many years ago—so where could they look?

"No matter what, let's search first."

The three immediately rushed into the secret chamber and went to the bookshelf to search carefully.

Most of the books here have rotted; a slight touch turns them to dregs, and even the martial‑arts classics collected by the Ancestral Master aren't worth examining.

After the bookshelf was emptied, there was nothing.

The three looked grim; they had taken apart the bookshelf, yet still found no trace of the treasure.

Chu Tian fixed his gaze on Ma Fei and demanded, "What exactly did the Sect Master tell you back then? What does the treasure look like?"

"Well… the Sect Master only said that any disciple of the Blood Flow Sect who comes here will find it, right? Aren't we Blood Flow Sect disciples?" Ma Fei looked puzzled.

"If we weren't Blood Flow Sect disciples, would we have left our homes and gone to the Kan Dao Realm to put down roots?"

Wang Jiu's face darkened: "Does it count only for those who have cultivated the Blood Essence Skill?"

"That's not right—we've also cultivated the Blood Essence Skill… the Sect Master's meaning can't be that only those who have mastered the complete scripture can discover it, can it?"

Ma Fei's face darkened: "Since the Ancestral Master disappeared, the Blood Flow Sect's complete Blood Essence Skill has been lost; what we practice now is only a fragment, its power not even half of the original."

Even so, the Blood Flow Sect remains a major evil‑dao power that has flourished for decades in the Kun Dao Realm; if not for thoughts of rebellion, it would surely continue to prosper—showing that even a fragmentary Blood Essence Skill is extremely formidable.

Wang Jiu was speechless; he looked around, kicked the futon on the floor, and found nothing.

"I've come with you for nothing—there's nothing at all. Is this Ancestral Master of yours reliable?"

"What did you say?!"

"Forget it, I'm wasting my time—I'm not playing with you anymore!"

Wang Jiu was about to leave when he suddenly saw a tall, burly middle‑aged man standing at the doorway, and his expression changed instantly.

"Who are you?"

"You… your martial arts seem useful to me; hand over your internal energy and I'll spare your life." The middle‑aged man was naturally Yan Buji, who had been watching the show for a long time.

Since there's nothing valuable in this secret chamber, he was originally too lazy to waste time.

But just now I saw this fellow suddenly strike and kill a grandmaster of the Golden Eagle Sect; his method of attack and the flow of his internal energy were virtually identical to what I saw Yan Buji do in the underground palace!

"Hiding your head and showing your tail, you want my internal energy? See if you've got the ability!!!"

Suddenly, Wang Jiu's internal energy surged, his body flickered like a ghost to appear before Yan Buji, and he brought down a palm‑strike!

Yan Buji turned his head, raised an eyebrow, and said, "It's similar—too similar!"

"What did you say?"

Wang Jiu's pupils constricted; he didn't understand Yan Buji's words, but suddenly he felt his chest as if struck hard by a hammer, and his qi and blood surged violently toward his chest!

"Only after mastering the Blood Essence Skill can one cultivate the Absorption Yuan Hand? You are the external demon Yan Buji?!" Ma Fei beside turned pale.

Seeing that Wang Jiu was no match for the opponent in a single exchange, he collapsed to the ground, vomiting blood and fainted, his life or death unknown; Ma Fei and Chu Tian's expressions became even more complex.

Yan Buji twisted his neck, walked into the secret room, and strolled around.

As his spiritual sense swept over, Yan Buji suddenly sensed that something seemed to be inside the futon beside him.

Walking over, Yan Buji tore open the futon and actually found a piece of gold leaf, on which was engraved a strange pattern....

"Is this... the pattern on the Xuan Ji Secret Order?"

Yan Buji felt a bit strange; after putting away the gold leaf, he looked at the two Blood Flow Sect Remnant Faction beside him.

"What are your names?"

"Chu Tian."

"Ma Fei."

The two of them, upon being looked at by Yan Buji, immediately broke out in a sweat, lowered their heads and dared not meet his gaze.

"What internal art is this person cultivating?" Yan Buji asked.

"This person is Wang Jiu, a holy disciple of the Zhi Sheng Dian in the Kan Dao realm; he likely cultivates the Zhi Sheng Dian's secret Supreme Hunyuan Scripture, which is said to be a top-tier internal art that one can cultivate all the way to the Heaven-Man realm as long as one has sufficient talent!" Ma Fei said.

Yan Buji nodded: "Then you also came from the Kan Dao realm?"

"Yes..."

Alright, then take me to the Zhi Sheng Dian.

Ah?

Yan Buji glanced at them, and the two immediately dared not speak again.

As for the not-quite-dead Wang Jiu, Yan Buji naturally arranged for people to bring him along as well; after all, this Supreme Sage Primordial Origin Classic might just be the internal cultivation technique he was ultimately seeking!

By the way, I'm Yan Buji; I imagine you've heard my name. I cultivated your Blood Flow Sect's Blood Essence Skill and was hunted by the imperial court; right now I'm heading to Abyss Dao to lay low. I hope we can get along peacefully during this time, at least until I go to the Zhi Sheng Dian. Yan Buji smiled.

Ma Fei swallowed, feeling Yan Buji's unhidden surge of qi and blood, and asked: "You... you have already reached the Heavenly Human Realm, right?"

Not bad!