Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor
Chapter 462: Tomb of the Innate Expert

Chapter 462: Chapter 462: Tomb of the Innate Expert

"Come back!"

Fang Bai extended his hand and patted Ghost Hand on the back, saying in a displeased voice, "You’re crawling in without knowing anything about the situation inside? What if there’s danger? Do you have a death wish?"

Ghost Hand smiled sheepishly and said, "It’s just a cave, what danger could there be..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Fang Bai’s brows suddenly furrowed, and then he grabbed Ghost Hand’s arm, whispering sharply, "Someone’s coming! Let’s go!"

Ghost Hand, having no choice, was quickly whisked away by Fang Bai to a patch of grass three hundred meters to the east side of the mound, where they crouched and concealed themselves.

"Try your best to conceal your aura, and don’t you dare speak!"

Fang Bai said to Ghost Hand using the Thread Condensation Sound Transmission Technique.

Seeing how unusually serious Fang Bai looked, Ghost Hand didn’t dare to make a sound, he just nodded silently and concealed his aura, not letting even a trace leak out.

The "Buddha’s Fury Golden Staff Technique" he cultivated was a technique taught by Fang Bai and was of extremely high rank; as long as he deliberately concealed his Martial Artist Aura, even those whose Cultivation Level was much higher wouldn’t be able to detect him.

More than ten minutes later, a slovenly fat Taoist crawled out from the cave on the mound. After brushing off the weeds, dead leaves, and dirt from his clothes and looking around to make sure no one was there, he began to turn and pull on a rope attached to his wrist.

"Who would’ve thought that Fat Taoist was actually a High Rank Earth Level Martial Artist! Could such a powerful figure really exist in the Secular Ancient Martial World of Huaxia?"

Fang Bai was inwardly shocked as he sensed the Martial Artist Aura emanating from the Fat Taoist.

Previously, the strongest opponent Fang Bai had encountered was Nangong Ming, a core disciple from the Hidden Sect’s Ghost Doctor Valley, but Nangong Ming was merely an Early Stage Earth Level Martial Artist, far inferior to the Fat Taoist in front of him.

Although Ghost Hand couldn’t sense the strength of the Fat Taoist, seeing Fang Bai’s expression and demeanor, he guessed that the man was an important figure and became even more cautious, barely daring to breathe.

The Fat Taoist kept pulling on the rope in his hands, and after a short while, the end of the rope revealed a large sack as tall as a man.

"Haha, I’m rich... I’m rich..."

The Fat Taoist mumbled to himself with a gleeful face as he dragged the large sack to the ground,

Then he squatted in front of the sack, untied the ropes sealing it, and fished out several colorful objects, playing with them in his hands.

"Essence Stones!"

When Fang Bai and Ghost Hand saw the colorful objects in the Fat Taoist’s hands, they exchanged a silent look, their spirits suddenly lifted.

In the sunlight, the Essence Stones in the Fat Taoist’s hands shone brilliantly, sending out dazzling light. Despite the distance, Fang Bai and Ghost Hand could feel the Essence Energy fluctuations emanating from the Essence Stones.

If that big sack was filled with Essence Stones, then a rough estimate meant there were at least a few hundred of them.

For Martial Artists, Essence Stones are an incredibly scarce Cultivation Resource. Fang Bai previously had some but had given some away over time. Coupled with his own Cultivation needs, his Spatial Ring was now almost empty.

If they could snatch that big sack at the Fat Taoist’s feet, the several hundred Essence Stones inside would be enough for the Master and disciple to use for their Cultivation for some time.

The mere thought made Ghost Hand’s eyes practically glow green with envy; he was dying to leap forward, smack the Fat Taoist unconscious, and claim his large bag for himself.

Fang Bai raised his hand to Ghost Hand’s shoulder, giving him a look that clearly said, "Don’t act rashly." Ghost Hand nodded in understanding.

"The number of Essence Stones in the tomb of this Innate Expert must be around a hundred thousand, if not eighty thousand. It’s such a pity I can only take this much with me... By my predecessors, at this rate, when will all the Essence Stones inside be fully extracted?"

After stuffing the few Essence Stones he had into the large bag and securely fastening it with a rope, the Fat Taoist muttered to himself with a face full of regret.

Upon hearing that this mound was indeed the tomb of an Innate Expert and that it contained as many as a hundred thousand or eighty thousand Essence Stones, Ghost Hand felt his blood boiling, and even the usually composed Fang Bai’s eyes lit up.

According to legends in the Secular Ancient Martial World of Huaxia, once Martial Artists ascend to the realm of an Innate Expert, they’d be able to break through the void and enter the mysterious and magnificent Cultivation World filled with grandeur and majesty.

It was said that the Shaolin’s Dharma Grandmaster, the Reverend of Eternal Spring from Zhongnan, and the Real Man of the Three Purity from Wudang, among others, had successively ascended to the realm of Innate Experts and ultimately broke through the void, ascending to the higher plane.

But after all, these are matters of legend, and whether they are true or not is subject to individual interpretation.

If the tomb really belonged to an Innate Expert, then the burial goods would certainly include many Cultivation Resources that would drive the warriors of this world into a frenzy.

Not to mention anything else, if the tomb really contained the hundred thousand or eighty thousand Essence Stones the Fat Taoist mentioned, just that alone would be enough to cause an unprecedented upheaval in the Secular Ancient Martial World of Huaxia. Perhaps even Martial Artists from the Hidden Sect World, upon hearing the news, would not be content to stay in the background and would come out of the mountains to join in the fierce scramble to snatch and loot.

For Fang Bai and Ghost Hand, having tens of thousands of Essence Stones would be enough to support their Cultivation for a long period.

Since his resurrection through possession, Fang Bai was in no short supply of various Cultivation Techniques and martial skills, what he lacked were Cultivation Resources. Whether it be Spiritual Medicine, Elixirs, Spiritual Artifacts, or Essence Stones, he needed them all, and the more, the better.

As his realm and Cultivation Level rose, Fang Bai’s consumption of Cultivation Resources with each session of Cultivation was several times more than that of Ghost Hand and others. Without a substantial amount of Cultivation Resources to support him, Fang Bai’s progress in strength would become extremely slow, or even come to a complete halt.

The road of Martial Dao is like rowing upstream, not advancing means falling behind. Therefore, for a Martial Artist, lacking the support of Cultivation Resources would be a very vexing matter.

Simple physical training, though it can help one to tap into the body’s ultimate potential time and time again to condense True Yuan, enhance physical strength, or even break through bottlenecks and advance in rank, is undoubtedly much more difficult compared to using Cultivation Resources to boost one’s strength.

Therefore, acquiring Cultivation Resources and using them to assist in Cultivation is a shortcut to improving a Martial Artist’s strength.

If there is a shortcut available, who would want to go through a hundred or a thousand times more hardship by physically training to advance in rank?

Even Fang Bai himself was not too keen on spending too much time on physical training.

"Let’s go!"

Seeing the Fat Taoist about to leave, dragging the huge bag full of Essence Stones with him, a flash of determination appeared in Fang Bai’s eyes. He leapt out from the bushes and dashed toward the Fat Taoist.

Ghost Hand knew his master must have had the intention to "rob the riches" and excitedly howled, following closely behind using his movement technique.

The two moved as swift as lightning, crossing the three hundred meters distance in the blink of an eye, trapping the Fat Taoist’s path from front and back.

The Fat Taoist had not expected someone to be lurking nearby and, considering his power, he was even more surprised that he had failed to detect the presence of the two before him. His face changed color slightly.

(PS: Vote for recommendations! Monthly tickets!)