Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon!-Chapter 538: Deep in the Emperor Mausoleum

Dugu Qingfeng drew his sword, his aura capable of swallowing mountains and rivers. He faced two opponents alone, yet his energy remained majestic even after a fierce battle. Not only that, but he seemed to grow stronger as the fight went on.

Onlookers were stunned by the sight.

However, in Blackhead Duck’s eyes, he was burning himself out. Sound had yet to open his eyes, and the Alien Race’s genius had yet to use his Bloodline Power.

Given enough time, Dugu Qingfeng was bound to lose.

At that time, the focus of the various geniuses would probably return to the Emperor Mausoleum.

"Human Clan boy, think carefully about taking me as your master..." Blackhead Duck said. "Right now, there’s something else."

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"How about we pull off a big score together?" Blackhead Duck proposed.

Its expression was serious, and there seemed to be a sense of urgency in its tone.

Hm?

Chen Pingping’s heart skipped a beat when he heard this, and he became wary.

A big score? That kind of nonsense meant that there was something else in the Emperor Mausoleum worth Blackhead Duck’s effort. And the value of that thing might surpass the ancient scrolls.

He was hesitant.

"There’s no time left. If you hesitate any longer, the battle over there will end..." Blackhead Duck said. "What about you, daughter of the Demon Emperor?"

Yue Wuxia glared at it. "My name is Yue Wuxia." As she spoke, she glanced at Chen Pingping. Seeing he had no reaction, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Her judgment was correct; this boy didn’t dislike the Demon Race. The battle of the Wind Cloud List isn’t over yet, and I’m far from first place. There are still many areas where I’ll need Chen Pingping’s help.

"Emperor Daoyan’s mausoleum is right beneath our feet," Blackhead Duck said persuasively, glancing askance. "Inside, there is much more than that ancient scroll—there could be his Emperor Weapon, his legacy, or even his Taoist Robe."

Yue Wuxia, with wide-open eyes, asked, "You mean we join forces? Then divide the spoils inside?"

Blackhead Duck answered, "Of course."

Yue Wuxia was skeptical. "What if you go back on your word? What if you betray us?"

Blackhead Duck replied, "Impossible, absolutely impossible! As everyone knows, I am the most loyal and would never stoop to such petty actions."

"Fine, I’ll trust you this once," Yue Wuxia huffed. "If you dare to deceive me, I’ll tell my mother to suppress you with an Emperor Weapon!"

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Blackhead Duck was internally shaken. Was this decision wrong, or definitely wrong? Yue Wuxia’s mother, that woman... she’s truly a bit frightening, with her fierce demeanor. Of course, I have no other options now. I’ve been trapped here for many years. If I miss this opportunity, I might have to wait another thousand years.

"Once I use my Taoist Skills, each of you stand in different positions. Then... the Emperor Mausoleum will draw upon your power. Do not resist," Blackhead Duck instructed.

Chen Pingping had intended to refuse, but since Yue Wuxia had already agreed, he simply remained silent.

However, upon hearing Blackhead Duck mention "Taoist Skills," he instantly became alert.

I’ve cultivated for decades and have never heard such terms! That lineage... those are words from my world!

BANG!

Blackhead Duck performed its Taoist Skills, and the entire Emperor Mausoleum shook violently. A powerful drawing force surged towards them, voraciously consuming the power within the three of them.

At this moment, Emperor Daoyan’s Dharma became ever more divine, shining with boundless light. Within its pupils, a great world evolved.

Not long after, deafening thunderous sounds came from deep beneath their feet.

Then, the ground collapsed, and the three figures plunged into the abyss.

Many geniuses turned their gaze here.

The Emperor Mausoleum is opening!

They were stirred and followed suit, jumping in.

But deeper within, black flames burned. Once touched, it was nearly impossible to break free.

For a moment, screams rose and fell.

The geniuses who had been stirring in the background calmed down considerably.

「Deeper still...」

"Pingping, where are you?"

"Pingping, I can’t see! It’s so dark here!"

"SOB... Pingping, save me." Yue Wuxia was lost.

She was panic-stricken.

All she could see was pitch-black darkness, the kind where you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face.

She then took out her Demon Core and circulated its power slightly. It emitted a glow that helped stabilize her fearful emotions.

Still, she was very panicked.

「On the other side.」

Chen Pingping found an exit and groped his way into a passage. He took a look around and proceeded cautiously.

The passage was very narrow, making one feel somewhat oppressed while walking through it.

Not only that, but it was also very dark and permeated with an eerie, fluctuating aura.

He didn’t know how long he had walked when a faint glimmer of light appeared in his vision. He furrowed his brows, becoming secretly alert.

It was only after getting closer that he saw clearly: they were a few lines of writing.

"Daoyan, where are you?"

"Daoyan, my home is gone."

"Daoyan, you promised you would protect me."

"Daoyan..."

Chen Pingping was stunned, feeling that the handwriting was somehow familiar.

Could it be? Could it be?

He scanned below, and sure enough... he saw a familiar character.

Wen!

Master? Damn...

Chen Pingping suddenly felt a pang of jealousy.

Master has been here. She came here to ask Daoyan for help! And judging by the messages, they were on good terms! How could this be?

Chen Pingping’s jealousy flared. He drew his sword, intending to cut away the writing.

It took him about ten minutes to deal with it all.

He huffed and muttered, "My Master, of course, will be protected by me!"

He continued onward.

However, the passage remained very dark, and the eerie fluctuations grew even more intense, as if he were walking on an endless road to death.

It was becoming more and more oppressive.

Chen Pingping suddenly stopped, his brows knitted tightly.

I know that the Emperor Mausoleums of the world are no ordinary places. There must be arrangements in place, inaccessible to ordinary cultivators. Even though I have some strength... in front of a Great Emperor, I’m probably just an ordinary cultivator. Continuing this way isn’t the solution. Hmm... I got separated from that duck. Otherwise, I might have really had a chance to enter the depths.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him. He realized something: Daoyan and Master knew each other, and their relationship must have been very good.

Thinking of this, he quickly took out a Paper Talisman.

He let the aura from the Paper Talisman spread freely, then waited quietly.

About an hour or so later, a soft sigh came from the depths.

Chen Pingping’s heart trembled. He’s here! My guess was right. Daoyan and Master had a good relationship. Therefore, using the Paper Talisman could draw out Daoyan’s lingering will.

BANG!

In the pitch-dark passage, light suddenly blazed. A young man in a Taoist Robe came walking towards him.

When Chen Pingping saw him, his scalp instantly went numb.

A living person? This Emperor Daoyan... he’s still alive?

He wanted to put away the Paper Talisman, but alas, his body and hands were frozen stiff.

Daoyan came to stand before him, and a handsome face entered Chen Pingping’s sight.

He stammered for a good while before finally managing to say, "Greetings, Senior."

Daoyan didn’t speak. His gaze remained fixed on the Paper Talisman in Chen Pingping’s hand, as if reminiscing about something.