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Lin Yuan felt that tonight's "Xiu Zhen Conference" was nothing short of a large-scale scam, even more exaggerated than the "drama queens" he encountered during his live streams. The man who called himself "Master Zhang San" looked ridiculous, dressed in a wrinkled robe that seemed like it had been pulled from a pickle jar, wielding a broken sword that appeared to have been salvaged from some antique shop, with a chunk missing from the hilt—probably broken off during a haggling session. His pretentious tone, punctuated by occasional coughs that made him sound like he had tuberculosis, was laughable. Lin Yuan even suspected that the guy might pull out a copy of "An Actor Prepares" to start a live tutorial at any moment.
As Lin Yuan pondered whether to expose this scam live on stream and perform a dramatic stunt for his viewers, he suddenly felt a chill creeping up his back, as if a venomous snake was flicking its tongue against his neck. Goosebumps erupted all over him; this sensation was no joke.
He turned around to see a burly man with piercing eyes staring coldly at him. The guy was built like an ox, muscles rippling under his skin, clearly someone who trained rigorously. More importantly, this man exuded a powerful Lingqi that was so dense it felt almost tangible, like a walking Lingqi bomb ready to explode at any moment. Lin Yuan's heart sank; it seemed that tonight's waters were far murkier than he had imagined. This was no ordinary con artist but rather someone with genuine skills.
At that moment, Su Jiu'er gently tugged at his sleeve and whispered in his ear, "Let's go; this isn't the place for conversation." Her voice was soft as a feather brushing against his ear, carrying with it a hint of mysterious fragrance.
Lin Yuan nodded and quietly followed Su Jiu'er out of the noisy factory, moving like two nimble cats weaving through the crowd without leaving a trace.
Once outside the factory, Su Jiu'er led Lin Yuan to an abandoned subway station. The night wind howled, stirring up fallen leaves on the ground and creating a rustling sound. The streetlights flickered with dim yellow light, casting long shadows of the two figures.
"Is this the entrance to the Dragon Vein Ruins?" Lin Yuan asked as he looked at the dark subway station entrance piled high with garbage and emitting an unpleasant odor. He couldn't help but feel puzzled; this place looked more like a gathering spot for homeless people than an entrance to some mysterious relic.
Su Jiu'er nodded and pulled out an ancient compass from her pocket. The surface of the compass was worn and battered, as if it had weathered the test of time, yet its needle glimmered with an unusual light. "According to ancient texts, the entrance to the Dragon Vein Ruins is right here."
Lin Yuan glanced at the compass in Su Jiu'er's hand as its needle spun wildly like a drunken top. He couldn't help but scoff, "Is this thing reliable? It doesn't look like something you’d find at an antique market. That needle is spinning faster than my electric fan; it might just fly off any second."
Su Jiu'er shot him an exasperated look, as if regarding him as an ignorant fool. "This is a treasured heirloom of my Su Family; what do you know? This is an Ancient Artifact capable of sensing the direction of Longma—something beyond your comprehension."
With that, Su Jiu'er stepped into the subway station first, quickly disappearing into the darkness. Lin Yuan shrugged and thought to himself, "An heirloom? I bet some ancestor bought it from a street vendor." He muttered under his breath while following her inside.
The subway station was pitch black; he couldn't see his hand in front of his face. The air was thick with damp mildew mixed with the stench of rodents, making him uncomfortable—he even feared stepping in some rat droppings at any moment.
The compass in Su Jiu'er's hand emitted a faint glow like a firefly, guiding them through the darkness.
After about ten minutes of walking, Su Jiu'er suddenly stopped. "This is it."
Lin Yuan focused ahead and saw a wall covered in strange symbols that resembled some ancient script—twisted and mysterious—emanating a faint golden light.
Su Jiu'er pointed the compass at the wall, murmuring incantations that sounded ancient and mysterious, like a long-lost song being sung.
Suddenly, the symbols on the wall emitted a dazzling light that grew brighter and brighter, illuminating the entire subway station. Slowly, it opened to reveal a dark hole, from which a cold wind blew, carrying a scent of decay.
"Let's go," Su Jiu'er said as she stepped inside first, her figure disappearing into the opening.
Lin Yuan took a deep breath and followed her in, feeling as if he had entered an unknown world.
Inside the hole was a narrow passageway, with walls adorned with vivid murals depicting the stories of Ancient Cultivators. There were immortals performing Sword Flight, dragons that Swallowed Clouds and Breathed Fog, and various Rare Beasts that dazzled Lin Yuan's eyes, making him feel as though he had stepped into a mythical realm.
As Lin Yuan walked and admired the murals, he felt as if he had traveled back to ancient times. He even began to fantasize about soaring through the skies like the immortals in the paintings, carefree and unrestrained.
Suddenly, he felt something hard underfoot—something metallic. Looking down, he realized it was a mechanism! The surface of the mechanism was engraved with intricate patterns and emitted a faint cold light.
"Watch out!" Lin Yuan shouted as he grabbed Su Jiu'er and leaped back, his movements swift as lightning.
Just as they jumped away, the mechanism activated. Countless Lethal Arrows shot out from the walls, densely packed like locusts, sending chills down their spines. The arrows whistled through the air and struck the ground with a clattering sound.
"That was close!" Lin Yuan said breathlessly, his heart racing as if it might leap out of his throat.
Su Jiu'er’s face turned pale; she was clearly startled as well. "There are traps everywhere; we must be careful."
The two continued forward cautiously, like vigilant rabbits avoiding various traps and mechanisms. There were hidden darts that sprayed poison gas, sudden collapses of the ground, and blades concealed within the walls—each step was fraught with danger. Thanks to Lin Yuan's keen perception of danger, he sensed threats before they occurred time and again, impressing Su Jiu'er with his abilities.
Finally, they arrived at a spacious hall. The ceiling was embedded with Night Pearls that emitted a soft glow, illuminating the entire area.
In the center of the hall stood a massive stone platform upon which lay an ancient tome. The cover of the book was worn and tattered but still exuded an aura of age and mystery.
"That's it!" Su Jiu'er exclaimed, her voice trembling with excitement.
The two hurried to the stone platform and began to flip through the ancient texts.
The texts contained long-lost Ancient Martial Arts and Cultivation Methods, including fist techniques, sword techniques, and lightness skills. Lin Yuan was dazzled by the variety; he even felt the Lingqi within him stirring restlessly.
Just then, a sudden sound of footsteps echoed from the entrance of the hall, heavy and powerful, like a hammer striking the ground.
"Someone's coming!" Lin Yuan said alertly, his ears twitching as he caught the subtle sounds in the air.
Turning around, they saw two figures in black entering, wielding gleaming weapons with fierce eyes that resembled hungry wolves.
"It's the Qi Gong Association!" Su Jiu'er’s expression changed, a flicker of worry crossing her face.
"It seems we've been followed," Lin Yuan sneered coldly, a glint of murderous intent flashing in his eyes like an enraged beast.
"Hand over the ancient texts!" one of the black-clad men shouted harshly, his voice icy and merciless.
"You want the texts? Let's see if you have what it takes!" Lin Yuan replied fearlessly, filled with fighting spirit.
A fierce battle was about to erupt!
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