The moment Jun Changxiao brought Xi Jingxuan into the cave entrance, he realized he had this fortune!

Very good, very good!

All the supply boxes inside are mine!

The various powerful warriors outside, you’re destined to come up empty-handed!

At that moment, Sect Master Jun really wanted to imitate Old Zhen and emit that ‘hehehe’ strange laughter to express his joy!

However.

The moment he steadied himself, he heard that desolate voice ring out from outside.

No way!

Just because Xi Jingxuan and I entered, they can all come in freely? This is too unfair!

Time didn’t allow Sect Master Jun to think too much. Realizing what appeared before them was a pitch-black tunnel, he quickly pulled Xi Jingxuan and hurried inside.

Their hands never separated.

This wasn’t because Sect Master Jun suddenly became enlightened—mainly, she had eye problems. In such a pitch-black environment, if he didn’t lead her by the hand, what if she bumped into something?

Feeling the warmth and strange sensation transmitted from her palm, Xi Jingxuan’s entire face grew hot.

However, knowing they were both in a strange place, she didn’t struggle and let him lead her along.

Swish!

Swish!

Just as the two proceeded along the tunnel, the Raging Flame Sacred Sect elder, Old Man Ge, and others had already rushed in.

Those martial artists at the periphery also followed.

Though they knew their limitations and couldn’t get a piece of the pie among so many sect experts, since this was a tomb from three thousand years ago, they definitely wanted to see it.

No one cared whether there might be danger inside, because curiosity overcame reason.

For a time.

The two to three thousand martial artists gathered at the strange stone forest all entered.

It wasn’t hard to imagine that if there really were heaven and earth treasures inside, it would drive many people into madness.

“Master went inside.”

Little Demon Fairy sat on a distant boulder, pouting: “Leaving me alone is so boring.”

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Whoosh whoosh—

Cold wind continuously blew in the dark tunnel, truly giving one the feeling of being in hell.

This darkness couldn’t interfere with Xi Jingxuan, because she had long been companions with darkness. However, feeling that chilling cold, she asked: “Sect Master Jun, where are we?”

“A very deep tunnel.” Jun Changxiao said.

Xi Jingxuan asked: “Could there be traps?”

“Hope not.”

As Jun Changxiao spoke, he activated his Spirit Armor, arming his entire body.

The two walked several hundred steps in the tunnel, then entered a relatively spacious stone cave. The originally dark environment gradually brightened.

There was a stone bed, stone stools, and stone cabinets here, as if someone had once lived in this place.

Jun Changxiao brought Xi Jingxuan to the stone cabinet. On top were many dust-free scrolls. A sweep of his spiritual sense revealed they were all ancient texts related to medicine and the dao of pharmaceuticals.

Could the tomb’s owner have been an expert skilled in the medical arts during his lifetime?

“Palace Master Xi.”

Jun Changxiao inquired: “Three thousand years ago, were there any most representative powerful experts in Xingyun Continent?”

“Well…”

After brief silence, Xi Jingxuan said: “There seem to be quite a few, like the Dragon Pattern Martial Saint who dominated the land, the solitary Lingyun Sword Saint, and the Hundred Faces Medical Saint who could cure with a touch.”

The ones she listed were all top experts from three thousand years ago, also legends of that era.

Someone might ask, why were they all Saints?

Because after the great battle of emperors ten thousand years ago when the continent was split into four parts, only nine people could step into Emperor level.

Many powerful warriors deduced that the heavenly order was damaged and couldn’t accommodate more powerful experts, which is why restrictions were established.

The Nine Great Wudi were supreme existences, but they didn’t involve themselves in worldly affairs. The continent only had legends about them—no one had the fortune to see them in person.

With Wudi not appearing, Wusheng naturally became the most top-tier powerful warriors in Xingyun Continent.

Though they had very long lifespans, they were constantly comprehending every moment, hoping to glimpse heavenly secrets during their lifetime and become the tenth Wudi.

Unfortunately.

So many Saint-level experts sought survival in despair and died in despair. In the end, it was all flowers in a mirror, moon in water.

“Hundred Faces Medical Saint?”

Jun Changxiao asked: “Where is he?”

Xi Jingxuan shook her head: “He disappeared long ago. No one knows where he went.”

Jun Changxiao stroked his chin, speculating: “There are many books related to medicine and pharmaceuticals on the stone shelf. Could this tomb belong to the Hundred Faces Medical Saint?”

“Impossible.”

Xi Jingxuan said: “The Medical Saint predecessor’s medical skills were divine—how could he perish?”

Having eye problems herself, she had sent people to search for the Hundred Faces Medical Saint. After all, perhaps only he could treat her eye condition. If he had perished, she would completely lose hope.

Jun Changxiao said: “I was just guessing randomly.”

“Sect Master Jun.”

Xi Jingxuan asked: “What are these books called?”

“Let me see.”

Jun Changxiao didn’t dare use his hands to take them. Instead, he locked on with his spiritual sense: “One is called Hundred Schools Mixed Scripture, one is called Meridian Grand Canon, and another is called Qihuang Inner Scripture.”

Xi Jingxuan’s heart sank: “These are all medical texts authored by the Medical Saint predecessor in the past. Could it be…”

At this point, her face gradually became dejected: “He’s really passed away?”

Sect Master Jun quickly said: “Palace Master Xi, don’t think wildly. Perhaps these are just copies of the Medical Saint predecessor’s works, and someone took them as burial goods!”

He clearly remembered that once Xi Jingxuan’s mood fell into dejection, she would immediately enter berserk mode!

Xi Jingxuan smiled brilliantly: “I think so too!”

Whew—

Jun Changxiao let out a long breath, thinking silently: “Thank goodness, thank goodness.”

“Sect Master Jun.”

Xi Jingxuan said: “The Medical Saint predecessor’s medical and pharmaceutical writings are very rare nowadays. Why not take them?”

“That’s exactly what I was thinking.”

Jun Changxiao’s念 enveloped the books, collecting them into his spatial ring. At the same time, he prepared for vigilance.

As a result, no mechanisms or traps were triggered.

“That simple?”

Jun Changxiao was rather astonished.

In his view, such a strange tomb should be full of mechanisms. Taking the books might trigger something.

“Let’s go.”

Jun Changxiao didn’t linger in the cave. He brought Xi Jingxuan into another tunnel to the east, proceeding forward until they arrived at an even larger mountain cave.

The ground here wasn’t stone but constructed of soil, rather soft when stepped on, as if it had just been plowed.

“A medicine garden?” Jun Changxiao thought silently.

In the central area of the mountain cave was a high platform with many baskets placed on it. Walking closer, he saw they were filled with spatial rings!

This type of basket was generally used to hold medicinal materials. Now holding spatial rings, it truly emanated strangeness.

Jun Changxiao carefully picked up one ring. His spiritual sense easily entered it, and his mouth immediately opened wide.

This medium-storage-capacity spatial ring was filled with all kinds of medicinal material seeds—at least one or two hundred thousand!

Swish!

He quickly checked several others. Inside were also medicinal material seeds!

Calculating ten万 medicinal material seeds per spatial ring, the baskets held over five hundred rings!

“Good grief!”

Jun Changxiao was so shocked that his Shandong dialect came out: “This is going to make a fortune!”

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