School Beauty's Personal Crazy Young Master
Chapter 781 - 858: Treasure, Dead City!

Chapter 781: Chapter 858: Treasure, Dead City!

As Chen Nan and his group drew nearer to the Stone Tablet Boundary, everyone present held their breath.

When they were only a meter away from the boundary, Zhao Han reached out to stop Chen Nan, saying earnestly, "You have your junior sister waiting for you, while I have no attachments. Let me go first. If anything happens, retreat immediately."

Chen Nan looked at him, shaking his head, "If it were you, would you agree?"

"I don’t have a woman waiting for me, alone in the world, so naturally, it’s not the same as you," Zhao Han said indifferently. Unbeknownst to Chen Nan, he suddenly took a step forward and charged towards the Stone Tablet Boundary.

Chen Nan reached out to grab him but failed to catch him. The next moment, Zhao Han had already crossed the boundary, unharmed.

"It really only targets those whose cultivation is above the Earth Penetration Realm!" exclaimed the Black Feathered Chicken excitedly.

"Damn, you’re quick, kid."

Chen Nan stepped over the boundary and punched Zhao Han on the shoulder. Between brothers, some things don’t need to be said.

Meanwhile, those Earth Masters outside were ashen-faced. As for the other Taoist cultivators, they ran towards the Stone Tablet as if crazed, fearing they were half a step too slow.

Guo Qiye was no exception. Knowing that it was safe inside, he also rushed towards this side at top speed.

"Quick, let’s go before they get ahead."

Chen Nan and Zhao Han exchanged glances. One used Sword Flight, and the other rode the Black Chicken, swiftly flying deeper into the jungle.

The others who rushed in behind tried desperately to catch up, hoping to overtake Chen Nan and Zhao Han. But they were a step slow in entering, and catching up with them was not an easy task.

"Damn it, it’s getting colder," complained the Black Feathered Chicken.

Chen Nan patted its head, "With all those feathers, what are you afraid of cold for?"

"Hey, don’t mess up my hairstyle!"

The Black Feathered Chicken shook its head vigorously, grumbling away.

Chen Nan said somewhat speechlessly, "Your head is full of feathers, you don’t even have a face, and you talk about a hairstyle."

"You’re the one without a face. The handsomeness of Chicken Lord is something you weak humans can’t understand," said the Black Feathered Chicken, proud and haughty.

Zhao Han said, "Brother, why not just roast this thing and eat it, since my Flying Sword can handle two people, and you don’t necessarily need it for transport."

The Black Feathered Chicken cursed loudly and increased its flying speed.

However, just then, figures appeared on the ground ahead. Someone had gotten in before them!

There were three people in total.

Chen Nan and Zhao Han frowned and landed on the ground.

Upon seeing Chen Nan and his group, the young man standing in the middle burst into laughter: "Chen Nan, it really is a small world. Last time your junior sister saved you, are you here to steal the treasure this time?"

Han Yang!

Chen Nan recognized him from his voice.

Last time, that guy had impersonated him, luring him into the woods where four people ambushed him. Thanks to his junior sister’s timely arrival and their Yin Yang Unification, they managed to kill those three middle-aged men, and Han Yang was defeated and fled.

This time, Han Yang had reverted to his original appearance.

Chen Nan hadn’t expected to encounter him here, but thinking about it, it made sense since this was on the Corpse-Controlling Sect’s territory, and Han Yang was a disciple of that sect.

The two young men standing beside Han Yang were both Ninth Layer Imperial Path cultivators.

They were higher in cultivation than Han Yang, but apparently their status was not as esteemed, so they merely stood guard silently at the sides.

"Chen Nan, this treasure isn’t meant for you. Wise up and leave on your own. Today I’ll spare your life; otherwise, this will be where you’re buried."

"If you want to die, I don’t mind taking you down first," Chen Nan said calmly, walking towards him. Although he had come today for the Extreme Cold Treasure, he didn’t want to cause trouble, but he certainly wasn’t afraid of it either.

Those two cultivators from the Ninth Layer of Imperial Path, he and Zhao Hanyi were each handling one, and they shouldn’t be at a disadvantage. As for Han Yang, although the Black Feathered Chicken could not defeat him, stalling him was no issue, especially with the robust bodily defenses granted by the Heavenly Mirror.

Just as both sides were on edge and about to take action, the people behind them all caught up, with martial artists and cultivators almost equally divided.

Those who had breached the layers of defenses of the Corpse-controlling Sect to reach this place were no ordinary contenders.

"Damn, so many actually got in!"

Han Yang furrowed his brows and didn’t dare to proceed with the fight, since he needed to conserve his strength for the looming battle.

Guo Qiye walked over and asked, "What are you all standing around here for?"

Chen Nan pointed at the three including Han Yang and said, "There are a few monkeys here, are you interested in killing some monkeys?"

"Let’s go!"

Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, Han Yang quickly made a break for it, turning and walking ahead.

Guo Qiye resignedly said, "The monkeys ran away, no chance to kill now."

Chen Nan shrugged his shoulders, "Let’s go."

Most of the Taoist masters who were previously at the stele had entered, with a small portion still fearing the danger and not daring to come in.

About forty people, in total, moved deeper into the jungle together.

As the temperature continued to drop, roughly four hundred meters ahead, another stele appeared with two large characters engraved — Dead City!

"What city is there here?"

"Yeah, what does ’Dead City’ mean? There’s no city here at all!"

Seeing this stele, everyone stopped and burst into discussion.

Suddenly, someone exclaimed—

"Look, what is that!"

A middle-aged man pointed behind the stele, where, amidst the bushes, stood a gigantic Three-legged Round Tripod, churning with icy air within. It was obvious that this reduction in temperature was caused by it.

"That tripod is definitely an Extreme Cold Treasure!"

As someone shouted, everyone quickly realized and started rushing towards the Three-legged Round Tripod with all their might.

Chen Nan was no exception, stepping out swiftly with the Slaughter God Seven Steps, heading straight for the Three-legged Round Tripod.

However—

Just as the last person crossed the Dead City Stele, suddenly the ground shook dramatically, and the soil around them boiled up as if something was trying to burst forth from beneath, and it was moving extremely fast.

"What’s going on?"

Someone cried out in alarm.

And just in the moment of that cry, suddenly a "whoosh" sound echoed as a rust-covered long spear burst from the ground, instantly piercing through his chest.

Everyone’s faces turned pale, wanting to rush out, but at that moment the ground trembled, and no one could even stand steady, while around them, walls of pitch black rose swiftly up from the ground like a prison, trapping everyone in a blink of an eye.

"Is this Dead City?"

Someone recalled the two characters on the stele.

"Boom boom boom..."

Then suddenly thunder rolled, and the sky was filled with flashing lightning and storm clouds, casting endless shadows over the entire Dead City in an instant.

The intense scent of death was so overpowering that everyone struggled to breathe.