The Supreme Wild Young Master
Chapter 501: The Powerful Rice Dumpling_1

Chapter 501: Chapter 501: The Powerful Rice Dumpling_1

Zhang Xian smiled, casting his gaze in a certain direction.

Approximately two minutes later, three figures appeared from the forest ahead, each enveloped in a black robe that concealed their features and body forms.

"Damn, did those three really show up?" The youngster and Lai Zi were taken aback.

They hadn’t thought much of it before. Now, seeing the targets they had tracked earlier, they couldn’t help but admire Zhang Xian’s skills. How did he spot them from such a distance?

"Brother..."

The Evil Cultivator approached Zhang Xian, bowing slightly in greeting, "Could we have a talk?"

Zhang Xian asked, "What do you want to discuss?"

"You’re here because you’ve been following me, right?" The Evil Cultivator rasped, "To be frank, there’s an ancient tomb here that I found first. You asked why I was taking the undead to your Lingxiao Manor. It’s actually because I’ve had a conflict with some folks on the mountain. I was injured and wanted to recover at your place."

Zhang Xian laughed, "Are you suggesting we work together to claim this ancient tomb?"

"Yes!" The Evil Cultivator replied, "They are many, and we might not fare well acting separately. Collaboration is the most effective and safest approach."

Zhang Xian cracked a smile, "Are you proposing this in good faith?"

"Of course." The Evil Cultivator chuckled, "You, my friend, are not an Evil Cultivator. Whatever in the tomb is of no use to an Evil Cultivator, I don’t want."

Zhang Xian shook his head, "I can’t accept your proposal. We can’t estimate what resides in the tomb."

The Evil Cultivator frowned, "How would you prefer to divide it?"

"We’ll discuss that once we get inside and see what’s there." Zhang Xian responded, "Of course, I won’t put you at a disadvantage. I am not a person who forgets friends for money. At the same time, I must remind you, I’m working with you because you’re straightforward, and it can save some trouble. In fact, I alone am more than enough to take down those who lurk up there."

Upon hearing this, the Evil Cultivator glanced at Zhang Xian and gave a nod, "Alright, I’ll trust you this once. As for the distribution, we’ll decide once we’re inside. Let’s attack now."

"There’s no rush."

Zhang Xian said, "We aren’t the only ones keeping an eye on this tomb. There’s another group."

The Evil Cultivator raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Another group?"

Zhang Xian said, "That’s right, let’s see which side they’re on first. We’re not in a hurry. I know they’re here, but they don’t know we’re here, as long as you haven’t given us away."

Upon hearing this, the Evil Cultivator nodded and looked at the several people busily working on the hill. A few days ago, he was chased away by those people.

...

Time ticked by, swiftly reaching noon.

Zhang Xian and co were still waiting quietly in the forest, none of them showing impatience.

Both the Evil Cultivator and Zhang Xian were hopeful of finding treasure in the ancient tomb. Lai Zi once plundered tombs, knowing that digging isn’t easy. As for the youngster, even if he was impatient, he wouldn’t dare show it on his face.

"Look, those guys have gone in."

Suddenly, Lai Zi stood up, "Everyone going inside means that the tunnel has been dug through and they have started excavating the tomb."

"Shall we go over?" The Evil Cultivator stood up and asked.

Zhang Xian said, "No rush, there’s another group yet to go in. We’ll play a mantis stalking the cicada while the oriole is behind."

The Evil Cultivator nodded, continuing to wait.

As expected, a little while later, another group appeared on the hill slope, each one of them quickly jumping into the tunnel.

"Let’s go..." Zhang Xian stood up, striding quickly towards them.

The Evil Cultivator didn’t think twice, following him with his two undead.

The youngster and Lai Zi hesitated. The main reason was their lack of capabilities; they couldn’t guarantee whether they would encounter undead or not—even though they had two of them standing right next to them.

Especially the latter, having had a horrifying experience before, he had developed a phobia of tombs.

"If you don’t want to go in, you can wait here." Zhang Xian turned to tell them.

Lai Zi and the youngster gritted their teeth and quickly followed.

On the slope there was no one left. However, in a relatively flat area, there was a small hole less than a meter in diameter extending diagonally down.

"Wow, this hole is quite deep." Zhang Xian laughed and hopped in first.

Followed by the Evil Cultivator with his two undead.

The youngster and Lai Zi pursed their lips and jumped in as well. The tomb was indeed deep, credit to those who had dug it. Without an entire day, it wouldn’t have been possible.

"Thump..."

Soon, Zhang Xian landed. He expanded his spiritual senses and swiftly processed the surroundings in his mind.

This was a stone chamber, roughly hewn walls decorated with vague patterns, reminiscent of primitive tribal warfare scenes with various exotic beasts among humans. However, possibly due to age, many have crumbled and one can only guess their original form, unable to extract much information from them.

"Thump... Thump... Thump..."

The Evil Cultivator, the two undead, the youngster, and Lai Zi landed one after the other.

The moment they entered, both the young man and Lai Zi shivered. The latter even exclaimed in alarm, "This graveyard is impure, there’s something inside."

Zhang Xian asked with a smile, "Really? What makes you say that?"

"The reason I learned grave-robbing years ago was precisely because of my sensitivity to these special feelings. I’m particularly attuned to them," Lai Zi reminisced. "When I first entered the tomb in Pingjiang, I had this feeling. It was eerie, as if I had stepped into the gates of hell. This tomb is the second one that has given me such a feeling."

"Don’t be afraid of these things," said the Evil Cultivator. "My two zombies are certainly not vegetarians; they’re more than capable of ripping them apart."

The young man quickly distanced himself from the zombies upon hearing this. Although these two zombie-like creatures were under someone’s control, he could still feel a chilling presence. It was very unnatural.

"Let’s go in first!" Zhang Xian didn’t seem to care. Ghosts and such couldn’t put up much of a fight in front of him.

The Evil Cultivator nodded in agreement and followed Zhang Xian. Meanwhile, one zombie walked in front and the other behind, providing a protective shield.

If there was any emergency, the two zombies would charge forward without hesitation.

"Your performance was very good, it shows that my previous decision was not wrong." Seeing this, Zhang Xian nodded approvingly.

The Evil Cultivator was taken aback and remained silent.

Although he was an Evil Cultivator, he wasn’t a selfish person. Since he chose to cooperate with Zhang Xian and Zhang Xian had no intention of plotting against him, he would treat him as one of his own.

"Roar..."

Suddenly, the zombie in front came to a halt and emitted a low growl.

The Evil Cultivator gave a cold smile and said, "It seems the brother was right. There is indeed something unclean here. The only question is, a zombie or a spirit."

"I knew my instinct was right," Lai Zi gulped and asked, "are you confident in dealing with those things?"

The Evil Cultivator smiled and said, "You can relax, we’re professionals in this line of work, and we understand it better than you. The spirits or zombies in the tomb, even the powerful ones, are merely rough diamonds. Their power is not great. If I were to refine them for a while, their strength would increase several times in less than a month."

"That’s good then!" Upon hearing these words, Lai Zi heaved a sigh of relief.

He had no doubt about the Evil Cultivator’s words. After all, the guy was currently being accompanied by two zombies.

"Roar..."

Suddenly, a deafening roar came from inside, exuding tremendous power.

"Damn, it’s a zombie..." said Lai Zi, "From the sound of it, this zombie is no ordinary one. It must have been formidable while alive."

The eyes of the Evil Cultivator lit up, "Great item, this is definitely a great item. Brother, I claim this zombie."

"No problem," Zhang Xian nodded in agreement.

The young man trembled and asked, "Are they... are they fighting inside?"

"It seems so, let’s go take a look." The Evil Cultivator was eager to meet this formidable zombie whose roar had left an imprint on his heart.

Zhang Xian laughed and prepared to enter.

Suddenly, the Evil Cultivator frowned, "Damn, the zombie inside is stronger than we thought. My two zombies don’t dare to enter. They’re actually afraid."

Zhang Xian asked in surprise, "These things can feel fear?"

The Evil Cultivator said, "I’m also puzzled. By nature, they don’t know what fear is, so why won’t they enter? Could it be because of their kind?"

Zhang Xian suggested, "Perhaps. Kindred forms have some inexplicable connections."

The Evil Cultivator asked, "What should we do? If these two objects refuse to go in, I will be completely defenseless. We Evil Cultivators depend on these external forces."

"Are you serious?" Lai Zi asked, "These two ghostly things are useless now? Then how are we going to fight?"

Zhang Xian said, "Don’t worry. I’ll deal with that zombie."

The young man and Lai Zi glanced at each other, feeling a good deal more at ease. They didn’t know how strong Zhang Xian was, but rumor has it he was very powerful. Everyone in Lingxiao Manor idolized Zhang Xian. Seeing Zhang Xian’s confident demeanor, they instinctively believed that he must have a grasp of the situation.

"Let’s go..." The Evil Cultivator said hoarsely, "If I could control the zombies inside, I might be able to fight against the Innate."

After a glance at the two zombies, Zhang Xian walked forward.

"You two, be careful," the Evil Cultivator warned, "Without my zombies, I can’t protect you. Don’t enter when the fight starts. Watch out for zombies, and don’t forget to watch out for others as well. We’re not the only ones in this tomb, there are two other groups of people in here. They all possess skills far beyond ordinary people and are not opponents you can handle."

"Damn..." the young man trembled, "This is like being caught between a rock and a hard place!"

Zhang Xian said, "Don’t worry, I got this. Besides, with everything in such chaos, who’s going to pay attention to you two? You’re not exactly knockout beauties or anything."

Hearing these words, the young man and Lai Zi both burst out laughing. However, their laughter held a bitter tang. At this very moment, they couldn’t muster up the will to laugh. They felt like their heads were in their hands.

"We’re getting close, be careful. There are people up ahead," warned Zhang Xian.

Lai Zi cast a glance from left to right and said, "These fellows must be skilled, their digging so close to the main tomb saves a lot of detours. However, the tomb doesn’t seem very big."

"Ah..."

Suddenly, a heart-rending scream echoed from inside.

Upon hearing that sound, the young man and Lai Zi instantly felt the hair on their body stand on end, and they couldn’t help but shiver.