Extraordinary Soldier King in the City
Chapter 429: Acquiring Another Supreme Treasure (Tenth Update)

Chapter 429: Chapter 429: Acquiring Another Supreme Treasure (Tenth Update)

Chen Feng stepped forward, crouched down, and pinched Ma Qi’s philtrum, which finally roused her.

"Ghost ah!"

After Ma Qi got up, she screamed in shock, then looked around and saw that besides the witch who had become a corpse, all the tornadoes, skulls, and the like had disappeared.

Even the terrifying resentful baby was nowhere to be seen.

Only Chen Feng and an extremely cute and adorable little boy were left.

This made Ma Qi pause for a moment, then she looked at Chen Feng and asked, "Did you kill the witch and the resentful baby?"

"I killed the witch!"

Chen Feng said indifferently.

"What about the resentful baby?"

Ma Qi asked, puzzled.

Chen Feng turned to the side, looked down at the little pillow beside him, and said, "Pillow, say hello to this big sister!"

"Hello sister, I used to be the resentful baby, but now I’m called Little Pillow!"

Little Pillow looked at Ma Qi and said in an adorably foolish manner.

"Ah! Ghost ah!"

Upon learning that the little boy was the resentful baby, Ma Qi screamed in terror.

Because when the resentful baby had appeared earlier, it had cast a great shadow over her mind, and that was when she had fainted from fear.

So even though the resentful baby had transformed into Little Pillow, as soon as she heard the words "resentful baby," she was still terrified.

"Big brother Chen Feng, this big sister seems not to like Little Pillow, oh!"

Little Pillow pouted and said helplessly.

"It’s okay, she just lacks manners; let’s not stoop to her level!"

Chen Feng stretched out his hand to rub Little Pillow’s head and said with a smile.

"Okay!"

Little Pillow obediently nodded.

Chen Feng gave a slight smile, then turned his head to look at Ma Qi and said, "Ma Qi, your reliance, the witch, is dead. Have you still not learned your lesson?"

"I..."

Upon hearing this, a hint of hesitation flashed across Ma Qi’s face.

"Enough, I’m too lazy to waste more words on you. I will dispel the witch’s evil magic, then decide how to deal with you!"

Chen Feng spoke coldly, then turned to Little Pillow and said, "Pillow, watch her and don’t let her escape!"

"Okay!"

Little Pillow nodded obediently.

Chen Feng smiled faintly and then turned around, heading straight for the witch’s adobe house.

Although the witch was dead, her evil magic had not been broken and needed to be dispelled before this trip could be considered a success.

Otherwise, Zhou Yuying’s illness would never be cured.

Chen Feng entered the adobe house and approached the offering table.

Looking at the black miniature coffin, his brow furrowed.

Regarding evil magic, he could say he was clueless.

After all, he had never come into contact with these things before.

Even before he had acquired the ability to see through things, he did not believe in ghosts or anything like that and was only gradually starting to accept their existence.

Helplessly, Chen Feng was forced to call for the old Taoist in his mind.

In this area, he was the expert.

In a short while, the old Daoist floated out and glanced at Chen Feng, asking, "What do you need me for now?"

"Take a look at this!"

Chen Feng pointed to the coffin on the altar.

The old Daoist looked over with a face full of impatience.

However, the very next moment, the old Daoist was completely taken aback, a flash of brilliance in his eyes, exclaiming in surprise, "This... this is actually the Soul Suppressing Coffin!!!"

"Soul Suppressing Coffin? What is that?"

Chen Feng asked with confusion.

"Kid, you’ve struck it rich, do you know that? This Soul Suppressing Coffin is a treasure, I find your luck quite flourishing, to think that you could even stumble upon such a treasure!"

The old Daoist said with some excitement.

"Ugh, I find what you say so disagreeable. What’s with ’luck as good as dog poop’? Can’t we use more refined adjectives?"

Chen Feng rolled his eyes at the old Daoist, speaking speechlessly.

"Hehe, kid, don’t be ungrateful, do you know how precious the Soul Suppressing Coffin is? If you didn’t have a massive stroke of fate, you really wouldn’t have come across it!"

The old Daoist said with a smile.

"Can you stop beating around the bush? What exactly is the origin of this Soul Suppressing Coffin?"

Chen Feng pursed his lips, speaking in an irked tone.

"Ahem, listen up carefully!"

The old Daoist cleared his throat and then explained to Chen Feng:

"In the Ancient Era, within the Earthly Realm, there stood a Floating Tomb Ancient Tree. This tree had no leaves, only a trunk, pitch black throughout, a thousand zhang tall, as if forged from black iron. It is said that even the thinnest branch was as thick as a bucket, from which you can imagine its stature!"

"And the purpose of this tree was to seal the souls of the dead!"

"Of course, the souls of good people wouldn’t be sealed here, as they would immediately go for reincarnation after death. This place was used only to seal the souls of those who were utterly evil. These malevolent souls, after death, could not directly reincarnate. Their souls needed to be sealed in this ancient tree for hundreds of years, suffering torture and harsh punishment, and only after truly repenting, they could be reborn."

"As more and more souls were sealed in this tree, gradually, the tree itself developed the ability to seal and suppress souls. With time, the mere touch could injure ordinary souls. And even the primordial spirits of Immortals dared not approach the Floating Tomb Ancient Tree lightly."

"You know of Jiang Ziya’s God Beating Whip, right? During the Fengshen Legend, there wasn’t an Immortal who did not fear the God Beating Whip. And this God Beating Whip was crafted from a branch of the Floating Tomb Ancient Tree!"

Upon hearing this, Chen Feng swallowed dryly, looking at the old Daoist with some disbelief, he asked, "You’re not telling me that this so-called Soul Suppressing Coffin is also made from the branches of that Floating Tomb Ancient Tree, are you?"

"That’s right, you’re not too dumb!"

The old Daoist nodded, saying.

"My goodness, really?!"

Chen Feng’s face was covered in shock.

He had read the Fengshen Legend, and that God Beating Whip was an Ancient Divine Artifact that could even strike down gods!

And as a coffin made of the same material as the God Beating Whip, could it be that it wasn’t much inferior?

As if seeing through Chen Feng’s thoughts, the old Daoist gave him a glance and said:

"Kid, I know what you’re thinking; stop dreaming. The God Beating Whip is an Ancient Divine Artifact, crafted by the Hong Jun Immortal Venerable himself. Although the Soul Suppressing Coffin is made of the same material as the God Beating Whip, the one who crafted it is not Hong Jun Immortal Venerable, hence its power is far from comparable to the God Beating Whip!"

"I see!"

Chen Feng nodded thoughtfully, but was not disappointed.

If any random object he acquired could compare to an Ancient Divine Artifact, those artifacts wouldn’t be worth much.

The old Daoist looked at Chen Feng with a chuckle and continued:

"Don’t underestimate this Soul Suppressing Coffin. Although it can’t compare to the God Beating Whip, it’s still an incredibly rare treasure, particularly in its effect on souls."

"And for a cultivator, no matter how powerful, the soul remains their weakest point. Just think, if you faced someone in battle and caught them off guard with the Soul Suppressing Coffin, damaging their soul, then even the strongest of people would fall at your hands!"

"Hearing you put it that way, it really does seem like an extraordinary treasure!" Chen Feng suddenly grew interested in the Soul Suppressing Coffin.

"Of course. As for the other wonders of the Soul Suppressing Coffin, you can explore those on your own in time. First, let me break the Evil Magic inside this coffin for you!"

Speaking, the old Daoist raised his hand, and a beam of golden light shot straight towards the black coffin...