The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine-Chapter 844 - Discovery of Dongying Forces
Chapter 844: Chapter 844: Discovery of Dongying Forces!
Chapter 844 -844: Discovery of Dongying Forces!
Originally, it was almost a sure thing for Meng Zhuang to open this stone door; for thousands of years, there had never been a hiccup.
But at this moment, someone had tampered with the stone door. Not only did the secret door fail to open, but a myriad of arrows were also simultaneously released, aiming to kill everyone in the stone chamber!
This sudden turn of events caught everyone off guard, and together with the trap of poisoned arrows with immense force piercing through the air, they reached the group in the blink of an eye. There was no time to react, no place to dodge!
Moreover, the arrow tips were coated with deadly poison, a touch meant instant death. Even if anyone miraculously dodged a few arrows, they were not likely to escape the poison unscathed.
In that split second, a yellow talisman flew out from Huang Xiaolong’s canvas bag, instantly exploding into powder, filling the stone chamber with dense symbols that formed a Formation in midair. In a fraction of a blink, the air in the stone chamber solidified!
Even time within the chamber seemed to slow down.
All the poisoned arrows hung suspended in midair as if frozen in place. The next second, they even began to retract backward a few inches, giving the impression of a slow-motion replay.
“Damn it!” Huang Xiaolong cursed, and with a wave of his hand, boundless Dao fire spread out from his body, incinerating the suspended poisoned arrows into nothingness in an instant.
“Phew~~~~~~” Ma Chuxia and the others went limp, collapsing on the ground, panting heavily with cold sweat streaming down their faces, the scent of a narrow escape from death hanging in their chests.
Even Meng Zhuang’s face was filled with lingering fear.
Just now, life and death had hung by a thread.
“Master, you’re incredible. If it weren’t for your intervention, we’d all be dead now,” Shirley Bai stuck out her tongue and looked at Huang Xiaolong with even more admiration.
“Your magic is truly exceptional. If you had lived during our era, the great king would have definitely relied on you as his right-hand man!” Meng Zhuang gave Huang Xiaolong a deep bow.
“Little Long, what is that talisman?” Ma Chuxia stood up and recovered her wits.
“Well… ‘Little Temporal Talisman.’ It is capable of slowing down, or even reversing, time within a certain area to a certain extent. It can only reverse time by a second or two, but that’s enough to save lives. I am the only one in the world who can draw this talisman. Even Xu Fu probably doesn’t know it,” Huang Xiaolong said with a smile.
Then he walked up to the stone door.
On closer inspection, he saw that the control of the stone door was a Formation carved on the stone wall.
“These stone door mechanisms must have been personally crafted by the Magicians of the Qin Dynasty. They are all controlled by Formations,” Huang Xiaolong said, with a glint in his eyes. “It must have been those Dongying Onmyoji who altered the Formation, turning the door opening into a trap… It seems Xu Fu had an excellent grasp of the underground imperial city’s mechanisms and various Formations…”
“Yes, sir, in those days, Grand Tutor Xu was responsible for all the mechanisms and traps in the underground imperial city, and all the magicians followed Grand Tutor Xu’s commands,” Meng Zhuang said somberly.
“These Dongying Onmyoji are courting death!” Huang Xiaolong studied the Formation on the stone door briefly, understood its principle, then took out a cinnabar brush, modified a few strokes on the Formation, pressed his hand against it, and with a click, a secret door opened.
“Sir, we must hurry and find the descendant of Grand Tutor Xu. My brothers have probably gone after them…” Meng Zhuang held a corpse in his arms, his eyes filled with rage. “I’m afraid my brothers might be in danger!”
As the secret door opened, the sound of water came from ahead.
Meng Zhuang explained, “There’s a large lake ahead with a swift current. Everyone, be careful.”
The group passed through the stone door, and an immense space opened up before their eyes, making it hard to believe that such a vast void existed under the ground.
Looking up, the ceiling was too high to see, adorned with numerous gemstones gleaming like stars in the night sky.
There was a lake on the ground, with its clear waters flowing gently over colorful pebbles.
Beyond the lake was a grassy field rich with water grass.
“It’s so beautiful. It’s really like a fantasy world,” Ma Chuxia exclaimed in admiration.
Shirley Bai issued a dreamy murmur, “This is… this is Journey to the Center of the Earth…”
Meng Zhuang, grief-stricken, buried the corpse in his arms on the spot, and together with Ying Qiulian, paid his respects several times.
Ma Chuxia and the others followed suit, paying respects to the new grave.
“Sir, there are bloodstains on the ground…” Meng Zhuang was seething with killing intent.
Huang Xiaolong had long noticed that along this grassy area, there were scattered specks of blood, evidently the result of people fighting each other along the way.
The group quickened their pace, heading forward.
Before long, the terrain ahead became increasingly narrow, and ultimately a stone door blocked the path.
“Sir, this is the limit of what we know. In over two thousand years, we have never passed through this stone door underground… We have no idea how to open the mechanism on the stone, or how to avoid triggering any traps,” Meng Zhuang said with a troubled expression.
Huang Xiaolong looked at the Formation carved into the stone door and frowned slightly. “This Formation is different from the one on the previous stone door, it seems to be from the hand of a different magician. Heh, the defenses of Emperor Qin’s tomb are indeed extremely strict; the mechanisms of each door are all different…”
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After a pause, Huang Xiaolong smiled. “To break this Formation, I’d need several minutes, and if we were to stop and take the time to break each one we encounter, we’d waste too much time and energy…”
Having said that, Huang Xiaolong took out a large bundle of yellow talisman papers from his canvas bag and distributed them to everyone.
“Here, these are Wall-Piercing Talismans, all empowered by me. Just stick them on your forehead and they’ll work,” Huang Xiaolong said, no longer bothered to study the Formation on the stone door. Instead, he directly used the Wall-Piercing Talismans to forcefully pass through!
In this way, they would not trigger any mechanism on the stone door—it was as if, with a whoosh, they passed through the door, both magical and efficient.
After passing through the stone door, they entered a huge pit chamber, filled entirely with clay soldiers.
Each clay soldier, dressed in armor, wielding a spear, was arranged in rows, their expressions solemn, giving off a somewhat eerie appearance.
“These are Terracotta Warriors,” Shirley exclaimed.
These Terracotta Warriors were colored and remarkably well-preserved. The ones discovered in the world today, once excavated and exposed to the air, their paint oxidizes within 15 seconds and dehydrates within four minutes, curling and then quickly flaking off, turning into dust. As a result, visitors today can only see rows of grey clay figures.
But Huang Xiaolong was not interested in admiring them and led the group to continue moving forward.
Every time they encountered a stone door, they went through it with the Wall-Piercing Talismans without a second word, as if entering an uninhabited domain!
After an hour, Huang Xiaolong and his companions lost count of how many chambers they had passed through, but they still had not found the Dongying forces, nor Meng Zhuang’s brothers, although they occasionally found fresh bloodstains and signs of struggle in some chambers.
At this moment, the group found themselves in an extremely large tomb chamber, where entire rows of stone bookshelves were filled with rolls of bamboo scrolls.
These were books from the Qin Dynasty, most likely many had perished in the long river of history, and the content on these books had never been discovered by later generations.
“This is a library,” Ma Chuxia said, her eyes shining. “The sheer number of these bamboo slips is incalculable; just taking a few rolls back could create an academic uproar in the field of Qin history!”
As she spoke, Ma Chuxia and Feng Hanyan couldn’t help but move forward to take some bamboo slips from the shelves to look at them.
Just at that moment!
“Buzz~~~ Buzz~~~ Buzz~~~”
In Huang Xiaolong’s arms, two black daggers simultaneously began to emanate a subtle vibration!
“The accompanying burial black dagger is getting closer and closer to me!” Huang Xiaolong’s eyes lit up!
At the same time, his ears moved slightly!
At the end of the library, outside the stone door, vague sounds of combat, shouting, and heavy impacts could be heard!
Huang Xiaolong, with his sharp ears and eyes, naturally heard everything clearly.
“Oh?” Huang Xiaolong paused for a moment, then recited a Clairvoyance Spell. The thick stone door rippled for a few moments in Huang Xiaolong’s vision, like ripples on water, before becoming as transparent as glass.
With just one glance, Huang Xiaolong, filled with murderous intent, said, “Damn it! We’ve finally found those Dongying bastards!”
No sooner had he spoken than Huang Xiaolong, brimming with a killing aura, headed straight for the stone door!
At this moment, in Huang Xiaolong’s heart, there was only one thought—kill!!!!
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