Volume Two, Chapter Fifty: The Hidden Chamber’s Treasure Chest

“Wait…” Before Yu Mu could finish his sentence, the two had already vanished through the door.

It was a room—nothing more than four bare walls—and Meng Fang and Yu Mu suddenly found themselves inside it.

“Wait,” Yu Mu finally managed to speak.

“Wait for what? Have you forgotten what happened in Hawk Eagle City? If we linger any longer, we might lose our lives,” Meng Fang said as he examined the room.

“Meng Brother, you’re too hasty. That man is not the assassin.”

“Huh?” Meng Fang looked surprised. “How do you know?”

“That fellow is the Young Alliance Leader. How do you think I know?” Yu Mu replied irritably.

“The Young Alliance Leader? Ye Yun!” Meng Fang immediately recalled Yu Mu had just blocked an attack from that man. There was no mistake—no one knew his attack patterns better than Yu Mu.

Realizing this, Meng Fang was deeply regretful. First, if he’d known Ye Yun was the one ambushing them, Lu Zihao would never have been so easily killed. Second, it was a perfect opportunity for revenge, wasted for nothing.

His rash assumption had cost them not only a teleportation talisman, but also sent away a crucial ally against the Young Alliance Leader—a double loss!

And, incidentally, he’d lost a valuable magical artifact; Meng Fang was so regretful he could have banged his head against the wall.

In truth, this turn of events was unexpected even for Yu Mu. He had secretly observed the Free Alliance members participating in the tomb exploration, but had not spotted the Young Alliance Leader.

He’d thought the Fire Poison Elder was too indulgent to risk sending his son on such a perilous venture. Yet, the Young Alliance Leader had disguised himself among the crowd, stalking them, and single-handedly routed their group.

No longer reckless, the Young Alliance Leader’s cunning was terrifying!

But it was too late for regrets.

Sky Pillar had issued a command: if forced to flee the Sacred Tomb, they must not return a second time. Lu Zihao likely wouldn’t come back, and even if he did, it would be hard to meet up again. Now, they could only rely on themselves to overcome the challenges ahead.

Since regret was useless, the two decided to go with the flow and first figure out their current situation.

The room had four walls and a single door—identical to the one they’d entered through. It wasn’t large. In the center stood a wooden chest, long decayed and empty. Whether it had never contained anything or its contents had been taken, they couldn’t tell.

Near the chest were scattered lumps of oddly-shaped clay. Aside from these, there was nothing else of interest.

Seeing no other exit, the two approached the door.

Meng Fang said, “Brother, a room like this appearing in the Sacred Tomb can’t be so simple. We must be extremely careful. Stay behind me, don’t get separated.”

“I understand, Meng Brother.”

“Good.” With that, Meng Fang passed through the door first, Yu Mu following close behind.

“Meng Brother! Eh—Meng Brother, where are you? What are you doing?”

Yu Mu had exited the room, only to find himself in another chamber. This one was occupied—and crowded—but Meng Fang was nowhere to be seen.

Inside were two groups, locked in a brutal melee. Their attire made it easy to tell them apart: one group from Hawk Eagle Ridge, the other in the garb of the Free Alliance.

Yu Mu entered just as the battle was ending. Outnumbered, the two from Hawk Eagle Ridge were being slain by the three from the opposing side.

Yu Mu’s sudden appearance shocked the victorious trio. Instantly, all three rushed toward the wooden chest at the center of the room.

Inside, a magical artifact was visible.

Now Yu Mu understood what they were fighting over—and the room’s purpose. He also noticed a freshly shattered clay figurine on the floor.

Once the trio realized Yu Mu’s cultivation level, their faces twisted in anger and murderous intent.

They charged at him, shouting, “Kill him! Leave no witnesses!”

Yu Mu was terrified; each of the three was stronger than him, and together, they were overwhelming. Without hesitation, he turned and dashed through the door.

The scene shifted; Yu Mu found himself back in the corridor. So, the teleportation door was random—no wonder he’d lost Meng Fang.

He didn’t rush back into another door. The most urgent thing now was to find Meng Fang. Meng Fang was left without a life-saving teleportation talisman, and Yu Mu couldn’t help but worry for him.

“Meng Brother, Meng Brother, where are you?” Yu Mu shouted loudly as he followed the corridor. Yet these halls seemed to absorb sound; aside from his own voice, nothing echoed back.

There were three or four hundred people in the Sacred Tomb—surely they weren’t so scattered?

Still unwilling to give up, Yu Mu called out for a long time, until his throat was hoarse and he had to accept his suspicions.

Once again he stood before a door. Since shouting was useless, he could only search room by room. Without hesitation, Yu Mu stepped through.

“Damn! It’s you again.”

Upon entering, Yu Mu saw the same three men he’d encountered before. Not only that, the room itself was identical. The trio was rummaging through the belongings of the two corpses.

He hadn’t entered the same door—how was he back in this room? Helpless, Yu Mu fled once more.

This time, he entered a room much like his first, but now there were several skeletons on the floor. Looking closely, one skeleton by the door piqued Yu Mu’s interest.

This corpse faced the door, one arm stretched forward, as if in death it had desperately tried to crawl out. The other hand was buried in its chest, clutching a leather pouch.

Yu Mu knelt, pried open the dead fingers, and took the pouch. Upon inspection, he sensed a faint energy, a spatial force similar to his own inner space.

A spatial pouch?

Not every cultivator possessed an inner space like his, nor had an uncle like Meng Fang who could open one—so most relied on spatial pouches like this.

Why hadn’t anyone found this spatial pouch?

Full of curiosity, Yu Mu infused the pouch with spiritual energy, the usual way to open it. But with a soft pop, the pouch broke apart, and a pile of items spilled out.

The pouch was ancient, unable to withstand the surge of spiritual energy.

Most of the items were the usual tools cultivators carried—pills, talismans, and so on. But one wooden box caught Yu Mu’s eye.

Wasn’t this the same kind of box used to hold magical artifacts in the rooms?

Excited, Yu Mu opened it.

“Huh—this is…”

Inside was not the magical artifact he expected, but a small porcelain bottle. On it were three tiny characters: “Rebirth Pill.”

Rebirth Pill? What kind of pill was that? He’d never heard of it.

Yu Mu pulled the stopper; a rich medicinal fragrance instantly filled the room.

This was…!?