Chapter 1106

After all, the Great Zhou had once been the supreme power that unified the Nine Provinces.

Anything it left behind would be enough to turn the tide.

At this moment, the Baozangzhi Sect, rumored to hold the lost treasures of Great Zhou, was about to open — how could it not stir the hearts of men?

Before long, the Baozangzhi Sect finally opened completely.

Another wondrous sight appeared before the eyes of the crowd.

It turned out that after the Baozangzhi Sect fully opened, at the position of the gate, there was only a void-like vortex.

This void vortex spun ceaselessly, like the stars of the night sky.

One glance, and one could not help but be entranced.

"What's going on? Wasn't this supposed to be the Baozangzhi Sect? What the hell is this?"

In ordinary people's impression, a treasure vault should hold gold, silver, and jewels, or martial secrets, divine weapons, sharp blades, and the like.

But once the Baozangzhi Sect opened, none of the things one imagined existed at all?

"Hmph! Shallow and ignorant! Brother Deng, let's go!"

Young Master Gusu Murong, hearing people speak thus, could not help but give a cold snort.

Then he said a word to the leader of his four great generals, and charged ahead into that void vortex.

The moment he touched the void vortex, Young Master Gusu Murong's figure was slowly swallowed up, and finally vanished completely within the void vortex.

As the ripples on the void vortex gradually stilled, it was as if Young Master Gusu Murong had vanished into thin air.

Even Hearing Gai Nie, sensing with his martial Xin Qiji, could not feel Young Master Gusu Murong's existence in the slightest.

Following right behind Young Master Gusu Murong were the four great generals under his command.

These four too did not hesitate, plunging in one after another.

Before long, the four men's figures vanished completely.

"Th-this this…"

Everyone was utterly shocked.

"National Preceptor, what exactly does this mean?"

Prince Zongzan asked Ximen Xingchen beside him.

Ximen Xingchen not only had exceptional martial talent, but his scheming mind was also outstanding.

After a moment's thought, he had already understood.

This so-called Baozangzhi Sect had most likely already exceeded the limits of what ordinary people in the Wu Lin could imagine.

Judging from the manner of Young Master Gusu Murong and his five men, and the complete lack of trace afterward.

They had likely already left this Manghuang Mountain.

As for where they went, Ximen Xingchen could not say either.

But he knew that to seek the lost treasures of Great Zhou, one needed courage — to cross this Baozangzhi Sect, and go to the other side where fortune or disaster was unknown.

"Your Highness, don't worry, let's go in together!"

Young Master Gusu Murong's strength, compared to Ximen Xingchen's, was only lower, not higher.

Since he had the confidence to enter this unknown place to seize the treasure, what did he have to fear?

"Oh? Alright! Huh?"

Prince Zongzan, looking utterly bewildered, first subconsciously agreed with Ximen Xingchen.

Then he suddenly thought — this Baozangzhi Sect was bizarre beyond compare.

Young Master Gusu Murong and his five men had already completely lost all news.

If he went in like this, would it be the same?

How could a prince like him lightly undertake such a matter where fortune and disaster were hard to predict?

While his heart was still hesitating, he did not expect that Ximen Xingchen only wanted to hurry and seek the treasure.

He paid no heed to Prince Zongzan's thoughts.

After speaking, Ximen Xingchen hitched up his kasaya, leapt up, and plunged straight into that void vortex.

In an instant, this foreign monk who had just secretly harmed countless people vanished without a trace.

"Ah… National Preceptor…"

Prince Zongzan's heart pounded with fear; only after Ximen Xingchen had disappeared did he come back to his senses.

But by this time, it was already a little too late.

With Ximen Xingchen's disappearance into the Baozangzhi Sect, Prince Zongzan immediately lost his greatest support.

Those he had previously bullied, such as the Six Ghosts of the Yellow River and others, now all looked over with unfriendly expressions.

Clearly, as long as one person made trouble, Prince Zongzan would not be able to walk out of Manghuang Mountain today.

"Your Highness, the situation looks bad, let's hurry and follow the National Preceptor!"

The captain of Prince Zongzan's escort guards was the first to react, and advised Prince Zongzan.

Although beyond the Baozangzhi Sect, fortune and disaster were hard to predict.

But at least there was half a chance of survival, wasn't there?

But staying here, once these people confirmed Ximen Xingchen would not return — or could not return.

They would likely strike immediately!

Although Prince Zongzan's escort guards still had several experts.

They had offended far too many people before, and could not possibly cope.

Therefore, compared to staying put, they hoped even more to enter the Baozangzhi Sect.

Prince Zongzan was crude by nature, but he was not stupid.

Reminded by the guard captain, he came to his senses as well.

"Yes, yes, yes! Everyone listen to my command—follow me to find the National Preceptor."

Saying so, Prince Zongzan was the first to charge toward that Baozangzhi Sect.

His attendant guards naturally followed closely behind.

Before the others could make a move, these Tufan people had finally all thrown themselves into the void vortex and vanished without a trace.

With the two parties—Young Master Gusu Murong and the Tufan people—all disappearing into the Baozangzhi Sect, the various parties who had come seeking treasure on the scene gradually grew bolder.

They too realized that the so-called Baozangzhi Sect was the one right before their eyes.

Just then, the moon's beam of light weakened somewhat.

No one knew who shouted,

"Quick, go in! If we don't go in now it'll be too late—we'll have to wait until next month's full moon."

The moment those words were spoken, every sort of person present scrambled into the Baozangzhi Sect in a frantic rush.

Even the ever-composed Zhu family could no longer hold back; after giving Hearing Gai Nie a signal,

they led a group of Zhuge Shennong disciples and flung themselves in a flustered panic into that void vortex.

890 Is that really the Fire Monkey?

Watching the Zhu family and the various Wu Lin figures scramble to vanish into the void vortex one after another,

Hearing Gai Nie alone remained perfectly at ease, staying right where he was.

His true target was not this elusive Great Zhou relic.

It was the sixth brother among the Six Devils of the Yellow River beside him.

More precisely, it was the Fire Monkey that the sixth brother was pursuing.

Finding the Fire Monkey was far more important to Hearing Gai Nie than the Great Zhou relic.

His standing perfectly still, however, also left the Six Devils of the Yellow River scratching their heads and ears, not daring to make the slightest unusual move.

The seven of them, in fact, formed a stark contrast with the other martial artists scrambling to throw themselves into the void vortex.

Watching more and more people pour into the void vortex, the moonlight cast upon the Baozangzhi Sect also gradually dimmed.

Huang Laosi saw Hearing Gai Nie still unmoving and grew somewhat anxious,

"Hero Gai, aren't you here to seek treasure?"

In truth, Huang Laosi had not come purely to seek treasure either; it was just that the scene before him now—people rushing one after another into the void vortex—

truly made it very hard for an ordinary person to stay calm.

Moreover, the Six Devils of the Yellow River did indeed want to obtain a share of the Great Zhou relic.

Hearing Gai Nie, however, did not reply, still hugging a sword to his chest, watching coldly from the sidelines.