The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 173: Severed Arm_1

Chapter 173: Chapter 173: Severed Arm_1

"Mr. Ning, there should be quite a few good things inside this coffin; shouldn’t we open it to take a look? Since we’re already here..."

Ge Tiangang did not dare to covet the Blood Lingzhi but eyed the black coffin, his gaze gleaming with greed.

Given the scale of this Underground Palace, as well as the protection levels of the outer and inner halls, let alone those resentful spirits... The person buried in this black coffin was certainly no ordinary human.

The burial artifacts inside the coffin might include many treasures of inestimable value!

But Ning Fan shook his head and said, "I advise you not to touch this coffin. I can feel that there might be something inside that I am currently unable to deal with."

Ning Fan was speaking the truth. Just standing beside this coffin, he could feel a chill and danger that was ten times more intense than all the resentful spirits they had encountered before!

"If we disturb the contents of this coffin..."

Ning Fan was still trying to persuade Ge Tiangang, but Ge Tiangang’s hand had already touched the surface of the black coffin.

Rumble rumble rumble...

The black coffin suddenly began to tremble, and then countless black vapors burst rapidly from the cracks, the quantity and the deadly aura contained within exceeding those of the outer hall’s resentful spirits by more than tenfold!

Hiss hiss hiss...

As the black vapors poured out, they immediately engulfed Ge Tiangang’s left hand. In a turmoil, the flesh and blood of Ge Tiangang’s left hand vanished in an instant, leaving it dried up like a piece of bamboo.

"Aaaaah!!! My hand! My hand aaaaah!!!"

Ge Tiangang raised his hand, looking at his left hand that had become like a shriveled chicken claw, and immediately erupted in a terrified scream!

In the next moment, the black vapors climbed from his palm, up his arm, spreading towards his body, threatening to turn Ge Tiangang into a mummified corpse!

Ge Tiangang was terrified, his hair standing on end, as he desperately formed hand seals with his intact right hand while frantically struggling to break free from the black vapors.

But he couldn’t shake them off, no matter what.

"Help! Mr. Ning, save me!!!"

With the black vapors having reached his shoulder, his entire left arm drained, Ge Tiangang yelled in desperation.

Smack!

At that moment, Ning Fan, with the jade ring on his right hand, grabbed the black vapors on Ge Tiangang’s shoulder.

But the black vapors did not shatter like the resentful spirits outside. They recoiled, as if pained like a wild beast, but then attacked again.

It seemed they were somewhat injured, but it was not fatal.

Even the ring on Ning Fan’s hand couldn’t completely restrain these bizarre black vapors!

Seeing the black vapors about to rush back onto Ge Tiangang’s left shoulder, Ning Fan made a split-second decision. With the little remaining Spiritual Power forming a blade in his hand, he severed Ge Tiangang’s left arm at the shoulder with a swift cut.

Thump!

Ge Tiangang’s left arm, dried into a bamboo-like state, fell to the ground and was swarmed by several tufts of black vapor, turning into a pile of dust within a few breaths.

"Aaaaah!"

Ge Tiangang screamed but successfully rid himself of the black vapors, his face a mixture of fright and pain.

Ning Fan’s heart also sank.

His Spiritual Power was already exhausted, and it was only because of the ring that he had been able to destroy the resentful spirits. Now that the black vapors could not even be eliminated by the ring... they had to escape quickly.

"Miss Xu, let’s get out of here!"

Ning Fan shouted lowly, grabbed Xu Yourong, and flung her outward.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

Countless black vapors instantly lunged at Ning Fan and Ge Tiangang.

"Go!"

Ning Fan shouted again, and Ge Tiangang ran for his life in fear.

Ning Fan kept striking at the black vapors with his palms. Although he temporarily repelled them, he knew he wouldn’t last for long.

By the time Xu Yourong and Ge Tiangang reached the edge of the inner hall, Ning Fan could no longer hold out. He stomped on the ground and ran out like the wind.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

The three of them burst out of the inner hall and were about to continue their escape when, upon turning back, they saw the black vapors suddenly stop at the threshold between the inner and outer halls, rolling reluctantly as if they could not leave the inner hall.

The three of them finally breathed a sigh of relief, stopped in their tracks, and were filled with lingering fear.

"Mr. Ning... I’m sorry... I almost ruined your efforts..." Ge Tiangang said with a sob in his voice.

Ning Fan glanced at the Blood Lingzhi in his hand and replied, "Luckily, I got this Blood Lingzhi; otherwise, you really would have ruined things."

Ge Tiangang hadn’t messed up Ning Fan’s plans, but he had lost an arm and become one-armed.

Ning Fan stopped the bleeding for him and said, "You led me here to find this Blood Lingzhi and even lost an arm. I can’t let you suffer for nothing. I’ll give you a few elixirs after I make them from this Blood Lingzhi."

"Thank you, Mr. Ning, thank you." Ge Tiangang repeatedly thanked him, filled with regret. Why didn’t he listen to Ning Fan and insist on touching the coffin, now resulting in the loss of his hand for nothing?

Thinking back to the black coffin in the inner hall, even Ning Fan felt a chill.

There was definitely something extraordinary in that coffin, but it was beyond his current strength to meddle with.

He couldn’t help but feel an even more urgent desire to increase his strength.

Only after receiving his mother’s inheritance did he realize that this world held much more than what ordinary people knew. To touch those things beyond the reach of ordinary people, one must have sufficient strength.

"Mr. Ning, you found that Blood Lingzhi? Can you share half of it with me?"

Just then, a woman’s voice interrupted Ning Fan’s thoughts.

He looked up and saw Shen Bingying, the woman from before, approaching with two bodyguards.