Chapter 1969 - Food
Translator: Legge
When the skinny old man saw that, he sneered, "The people of the Fiend Domain have evil hearts and are ruthless. These are their methods."
Su Zimo sneered internally.
Although the fat and skinny old men bragged of their Immortal Domain background, the two of them tempted others to step forward despite knowing that it was a trap set by King Feng Xuan—their thoughts were probably even more vicious than King Feng Xuan who was from the Fiend Domain!
The trump card left behind by King Feng Xuan could only be considered as a weapon at most.
What truly killed the two Black Immortals of the lower worlds was the bewitchment of the fat and skinny old men!
"Senior, there shouldn't be any danger now, right?"
A Black Immortal of the lower worlds asked carefully.
"I don't know about that,"
The fat old man said with a smile.
No matter what, this was the corpse of a King after all and his storage bag was right in front of them—there might be unimaginable treasures within.
Everyone was indignant and unwilling to leave.
A moment later, someone retrieved another Dharmic treasure from his storage bag and stood far away, controlling it to charge towards King Feng Xuan's storage bag.
The moment that person's Dharmic treasure flew out, it lost its Spirit Qi before it even made contact with King Feng Xuan's corpse and fell to the ground with green spots all over its body.
"Ah!"
The person exclaimed softly.
He had completely lost control of the Dharmic treasure!
Su Zimo had already known about this the moment he entered the Emperor's Tomb and was naturally not surprised.
The other cultivators were shocked.
The skinny old man said coldly, "I forgot to remind you guys not to use any Dharmic treasures in this Emperor's Tomb. Any Dharmic treasure that's exposed will be corroded by the curse of the Emperor's Tomb and turned into scrap metal!"
Someone frowned. "In other words, we can only rely on our bodies, bloodlines, divine powers or secret skills?"
"Haha!"
Li Tian burst into laughter. "That's perfect. I ascended after crossing the Three of Nine Heavenly Tribulation. Let's see whose body and bloodline in this Emperor's Tomb can compare to mine!"
Jian Yu had a cold expression and remained silent.
Ordinary sword cultivators would definitely specialize in body tempering. Otherwise, it would be difficult for them to unleash the killing power of the Sword Dao to its limits.
As they discussed, someone sneaked behind King Feng Xuan and approached.
In the blink of an eye, that person was inches away from King Feng Xuan!
With a fervent gaze, that person reached out towards the storage bag on King Feng Xuan's waist with lightning speed.
"I've got it!"
The person was overjoyed and was about to open his storage bag to check for treasures when a fingertip-sized green ghost flame floated out from King Feng Xuan's corpse.
When the ghost flame landed on the Black Immortal of the lower worlds, it swept through his body rapidly as though it had encountered strong wine!
In the blink of an eye, the Black Immortal of the lower worlds burned with ghastly green flames and turned into a gigantic human-shaped fireball!
Many cultivators retreated hurriedly to distance themselves.
"Ah! Ah! Ahhhh!"
A tragic cry sounded from the fireball.
In less than a few breaths, the tragic cries vanished and the flesh of the Black Immortal of the lower worlds was burned into nothingness by the green flames, leaving only a corpse filled with green spots on the ground.
This time round, even Su Zimo was secretly alarmed.
Although he specialized in the Dao of flames, even he felt his heart skip a beat and his scalp tingle from the power contained in the ghastly green flames.
If he was tainted by that flame, it would be difficult for him to survive.
"Hmph, that's the Curse Ghost Fire!"
The skinny old man said coldly, "In this Emperor's Tomb, the corpses of some experts can nurture Cursed Ghost Fire that can burn flesh and incinerate Essence Spirits!"
"This is just a small lesson for you guys. There are too many things in this Emperor's Tomb that can kill you guys!"
Jian Yu closed two fingers and conjured a sword art, slashing a sword beam at the storage bag on the ground through the void.
Perhaps due to the passage of time or the corrosion of the curse of the Emperor's Tomb, even the storage bag of a King could not withstand the sword beam and shattered instantly.
Splash!
The items in the storage bags fell to the ground.
Everyone turned their gazes over.
It had to be said that there were indeed many treasures in a King's storage bag. There were more than 10,000 Dharmic treasures and spirit treasures alone!
They were stacked together and almost formed a small mountain.
Unfortunately, those Dharmic treasures were filled with green spots and had lost their sentience—they were completely crippled.
Some of the cultivation resources such as spirit stones in the storage bag lost their Essence Qi as well.
For example, some elixirs were filled with curses and no one dared to consume them even if they were still effective.
Many cultivators were disappointed.
There were no treasures in the storage bag that cost three lives to open.
"Let's go,"
The skinny old man said in a deep voice.
Everyone followed behind the fat and skinny old men and continued forward.
Su Zimo did not follow. Instead, he stood not far away and stared at the small mountain of Dharmic treasures and spirit treasures with a shimmering gaze.
"What are you doing there?"
The skinny old man asked with a frown when he realized that Su Zimo was not following him.
Su Zimo did not even look at the skinny old man and replied casually, "You guys leave first. I'll take a look around and catch up to you guys before long."
"Hmph!"
The skinny old man's expression darkened. "Don't blame me for not reminding you. If you get separated from us, you'll be buried in this Emperor's Tomb!"
With that said, the skinny old man led everyone forward and ignored Su Zimo.
Suddenly, Tang Ziyi's voice sounded in Su Zimo's mind.
"Are you thinking that there are way too few treasures in the storage bag of a Fiend King?"
"That's right,"
Su Zimo nodded slightly.
Tang Ziyi sent a voice transmission, "King-level experts can condense Grotto-heavens. Their true treasures are nurtured in the Grotto-heaven and refined day and night. They won't be placed in storage bags."
A look of realization flashed through Su Zimo's eyes.
It was no wonder why he did not discover any Grotto-heaven Spirit Treasures.
According to Tang Ziyi, treasures such as Grotto-heaven Spirit Treasures should be hidden in King Feng Xuan's Grotto-heaven!
Tang Ziyi continued, "Even if King Feng Xuan is dead, we won't be able to open his Grotto-heaven given our capabilities. You don't have to try."
"Yes, you guys leave first. I'll be there soon,"
Su Zimo did not explain further.
Apart from the fact that he was curious about the rare treasures in King Feng Xuan's storage bag, there was another important reason why he stayed.
It was the small mountain of Dharmic treasures and spirit treasures before him!
To others, those Dharmic treasures and spirit treasures were nothing but scrap metal.
However, that was not the case for Su Zimo!
To be precise, it was of great use to the Hell Suppression Tripod!
That was because after the storage bag was opened, the Hell Suppression Tripod let out a long-awaited vibration—it was a sign that it wanted to devour and refine weapons!
Although these weapons were tainted by the curse, the Hell Suppression Tripod did not seem to care.
To it, these weapons were food!
They were just a little filthy.
Su Zimo waited for the fat and skinny old men to lead everyone away. After disappearing from sight, he summoned the Hell Suppression Tripod.
Indeed!
Although the Hell Suppression Tripod was exposed in the Emperor's Tomb, there were no green spots on its body!
Even the curse of the Emperor's Tomb could not taint the Hell Suppression Tripod!
