The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

#701 - treasure house

“Not bad, that’s the way it should be.” The musician, a man surnamed Lu, said, “Since none of us have the ability to seize that treasure trove with our own strength alone, then cooperation is the only option left. Besides, there are plenty of things in that treasure trove, enough for the five of us to share.”

“Senior Brother Lu is right.” The youngest of the group, a girl with a crow’s-wing hairstyle, was the first to agree.

She appeared innocent and naive, without any hint of cunning.

The oldest man pondered for a moment, then nodded, “If the few of us join forces, we might even stand a chance against the Wanmo Palace.”

His words brought smiles to everyone at the table, and they raised their cups for a toast, not forgetting to flatter each other.

After listening for a while, Lu Jing realized that the five people clamoring to join forces were not from the same demonic sect, but from five different sects, and they couldn’t even be considered familiar with each other.

Apart from the handsome and suave man with a wicked glint in his eyes who was pursuing the woman with ink-drawn eyebrows, the remaining three had only met a few times, and some didn’t even know each other’s full names.

For such a group to come together, let alone sincere cooperation, it would be a miracle if they didn’t stab each other in the back.

In fact, the reason they didn’t seek out their own sect members to team up, but chose each other, was because they harbored ill intentions from the start, clearly intending to exploit each other, and then discard their allies after they served their purpose.

However, this was quite in line with the consistent style of people in the demonic path.

From the words of these five people, Lu Jing roughly understood the reason why so many demonic experts had come to Xia Yi County.

—They were here to find a treasure trove.

This treasure trove originally belonged to a sect called the Zhongmiao Gate.

This name might seem distant to the martial artists of today, but three hundred years ago, it was a terrifying demonic sect that would make everyone in the martial world pale in fear.

Legend has it that at its peak, the Zhongmiao Gate had as many as sixty-nine first-rate experts, and its disciples numbered two hundred thousand. The sect leader, Miaozhen Daoren, was even hailed as the number one expert in the world.

He once challenged the entire orthodox martial world single-handedly, and in the end, no one could withstand a hundred moves from him. He even took down the signboard of the Yunshui Jingci Pavilion as a souvenir.

However, no matter how powerful a person was, they could not escape the natural laws of birth, aging, illness, and death. Not long after Miaozhen Daoren’s death, although the Zhongmiao Gate remained powerful, the new sect leader could not fully convince the masses.

In the end, the once-feared Zhongmiao Gate split into hundreds of large and small demonic sects.

Later generations racked their brains to try to complete them for cultivation, but their power was ultimately inferior to the original versions.

Perhaps the only lucky one was the Wanmo Palace. The sect’s supreme technique, the Tianmo Art, was a famous demonic art from the Zhongmiao Gate, and it was the complete version.

This also made the Wanmo Palace the leader of the demonic sects for a time.

However, the Tianmo Art was not the most powerful demonic art of the Zhongmiao Gate, so when they received news of the Zhongmiao Gate’s treasure trove, these demonic sects went crazy and their experts flocked to Xia Yi County.

Lu Jing had no interest in cultivating martial arts techniques.

Firstly, he was a member of the orthodox path, so it would definitely not be easy for him to cultivate demonic arts. Secondly, the Little Vajra Strength was already deadly enough. If he were to acquire some powerful supreme technique, how would Lu Jing live his life?

He had finally managed to barely replace the effect of Falling into the Mortal World with Soul-stirring and Bone-corroding, so he would definitely not create trouble for himself.

However, according to what the five people said, the treasure trove contained not only martial arts manuals, but also a large amount of gold, silver, and treasures, as well as divine weapons and armor.

Needless to say, no one would complain about having too much gold and silver, and although Lu Jing himself couldn’t use the divine weapons and armor, he could give them to Yan Jun and Xia Huai for self-defense.

With this in mind, Lu Jing became interested in the treasure trove as well.

However, these five people obviously didn’t know the exact location of the treasure trove. In fact, not only them, but none of the demonic cultivators who came to Xia Yi County knew the location of the treasure trove.

That’s why they had been searching all over the city these days, but they still hadn’t found any clues.

Lu Jing heard from the five people that they seemed to be planning to try their luck in the small mountains west of the city, so he decided to follow behind them.

However, these five people were second-rate experts after all, and Lu Jing’s lightness skill made too much noise, so it would definitely not be realistic to quietly tail them.

Lu Jing could only let the five people go ahead first, and after waiting for a while, he set off.

He left Xia Yi County before the city gates closed and headed west. As a result, he had only walked two miles when Lu Jing realized that he had company.

He heard footsteps behind him.

The footsteps were very light, almost like the sound of a leaf falling to the ground.

The person who came was obviously a master of lightness skill, approaching Lu Jing silently.

Then… he stood in Lu Jing’s shadow.

Without saying a word, he followed Lu Jing for a mile, like a ghost.

When Lu Jing took a step, he took a step. When Lu Jing stopped, he stopped, hiding his own footsteps.

Seeing that the person in front of him still looked ignorant, the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing a smug smile.

While smiling, he reached into his chest with his left hand, took out a small knife, and raised his hand to stab Lu Jing in the back.

But the next moment, his own neck was grabbed by someone.

There was a cracking sound!

This was the sound of a broken cervical vertebra.

“Amitabha, this benefactor, why are you traveling alone? This is too dangerous. Fortunately, this poor monk encountered you, otherwise you would have been killed by the Shadow Demon.”

The one who spoke was a monk, who looked kind and benevolent.

If it weren’t for the fact that he was holding a freshly made corpse in his hand, anyone would have thought he was a benevolent and virtuous monk.

“Thank you, Master, for your help.” Seeing that the monk was quite polite, Lu Jing also thanked him.

“Benefactor, you’re welcome. This is this poor monk’s duty.” The monk bowed to Lu Jing again, then reminded him, “Benefactor, this place hasn’t been very peaceful lately, especially after dark. If there’s nothing important, you should hurry back to the city.”

“Oh, I’ll wander around a bit more and then leave.”

Upon hearing this, the monk didn’t try to persuade him further. He nodded to Lu Jing, then simply sat down on the spot and began to chant scriptures for the corpse.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on his face and shoulders, outlining a golden edge for him, vaguely revealing a hint of holiness.