Chapter 81
Our Discord Server: https://discord.gg/PazjBDkTmW
Chapter 81: The Tomb Has Spirit
This was an unknown egg. Its shell glowed with a gentle blue light, though no one knew how it came to be here.
Ye Yun and Su Ling stared at each other, shocked to find an egg hidden within the dense treetop.
Ye Yun frowned and tapped the blue egg. Instantly, a sharp recoil shot through his palm like a thousand needles, stabbing into his soul with unbearable pain.
His face paled. This wasn’t ordinary pain—it pierced his very spirit, agony beyond words.
Everything in this great tomb felt twisted and strange.
“What’s wrong?” Su Ling asked, noticing his sweat-drenched forehead.
“Be careful. This egg… when I touched it, it attacked my soul,” Ye Yun muttered, still shaken.
Su Ling tilted her head. “This?”
She cradled the blue egg against her chest, offering it to him without hesitation.
Ye Yun gaped. She held it effortlessly, no trace of pain on her face. *Does this egg choose its master?*
“I don’t feel anything,” Su Ling said, puzzled.
Ye Yun cautiously touched the egg again. The soul-rending pain flared instantly, making him jerk back.
“Why aren’t *you* affected?” He forced a strained laugh.
“It feels… familiar. Like it belongs to me.” Su Ling smiled, storing the egg in her bracelet.
As the egg vanished, the massive treetop withered. Leaves yellowed and fell, lifeless.
Ye Yun’s heart raced. *Such a powerful item on the first layer of Hualun Secret Vault? Are there deeper layers with greater treasures?*
“Could treasures have intelligence?” he murmured.
Su Ling’s eyes lit up. She’d studied the Heavenly Sword Sect’s records—intelligent treasures were rare, surpassing even ninth-level pinnacle beasts. Only spirit beasts surviving heavenly tribulations gained human-like wisdom. A blush spread across her cheeks. *If this egg hatches…*
“Ye Yun, this *has* to be the first layer! We need to find the second layer’s entrance—better treasures await!” She grabbed his hand, pulling him close without realizing.
“I’ll hatch this egg. Imagine the spirit beast inside!” She grinned, clutching it like a precious gem.
Ye Yun hesitated. “Have you heard of Murong Wuhen? He rides a five-colored bird—a spirit beast?”
Su Ling blinked. “That’s no spirit beast. Murong Wuqing captured a ninth-level pinnacle beast that failed its heavenly tribulation. He ripped its soul out and gave it to Wuhen as a mount.”
“Murong Wuqing…” Ye Yun frowned. Even Elder Lan avoided mentioning him.
“I’ve only seen him once,” Su Ling said. “He looked down on everyone. They say he reached the foundation establishment stage at twenty—the sect’s greatest genius in three millennia. My father claims he’ll reach the Nascent Soul stage, lifting the Heavenly Sword Sect beyond the Jin Kingdom.”
“Twenty?!” Ye Yun choked. At sixteen, he hadn’t even entered the Qi refining stage.
Su Ling nodded. “The sect grooms him as the next leader. Disturb his training, and even elders get scolded. Ordinary disciples? He cripples them.”
“How can someone so heartless lead?”
“Who knows?” She dragged him toward the tree’s base, her hand soft in his. A strange warmth bloomed in his chest.
Su Ling had her egg. Ye Yun had gained a purple lightning bolt that refined his meridians—its full potential still hidden. Nearby, Yu Minghong waved a dark turtle shell proudly.
“Brother Ye! This Little Xuanwu Shield blocks two attacks from third-level Qi refining cultivators! A top-tier low-grade spiritual weapon!”
Su Ling gasped. “That’s the best defensive item in its class!”
Duan Chenfeng smirked nearby, clutching a jade that doubled spiritual energy absorption. *Of course,* Ye Yun thought. *He’s been hiding his true cultivation level—Connecting Orifices stage or higher. Now he’ll advance faster.*
Ye Yun’s stomach dropped. *Each treasure here perfectly suits its finder. Like the tomb itself chooses.*
A chilling thought struck him: *Is the Golden Pill master still alive… or controlling this from beyond death?*
