Tomb Raiding: My Family's Last Clan Chief is Little Brother

Chapter 132 Fetal Cave Spirit Palace
The deliveryman carried the burning smokeless stove over and placed it on the ice. "This should work."

The scorching hot furnace body sizzles and emits heat as soon as it touches the ice surface, and a piece of the ice surface quickly melts in, while the melted ice water continues to evaporate in the smokeless furnace.

The fat man chuckled, "Little brother is so clever. My brain's frozen solid."

As he spoke, he moved the smokeless stove aside, took a short hammer, and tapped the heated area, knocking off a large chunk.

Seeing that this method was effective, everyone lit all the smokeless stoves, and the combined heat made the ice soften even faster.

In this way, they took turns working, and they carved a well out of the ice wall that was half a meter wide and more than seven meters deep.

The fat man, with a rope tied around his waist, spread his legs and braced himself against the sides of the ice well, delivering the final blow with a short hammer.

With a "crack," the ice dome split open, and a rush of cold air poured out, causing the surrounding temperature to plummet.

The fat man felt a sudden gust of cold wind in his crotch, making him immediately clench his legs together. After being pulled out, he approached Zhang Wuxun with a mournful expression and muttered under his breath, "Damn it, this ice hole ambushed me!"

Zhang Wuxun chuckled and pushed him towards the smokeless stove, saying, "Warm yourself up quickly, or you'll freeze."

"What are you two talking about?" Wu Xiaoxie asked as he walked over, shining his flashlight into the ice hole. "How are we supposed to get down here?"

Seven or eight flashlights rushed in, revealing a vast, dark space inside the ice well. The entire ice dome resembled a huge crystal bowl overturned on the cliff face. Countless wooden beams, covered in icicles, rose from the cliff rocks, crisscrossing and resembling a chaotic scaffold, supporting the "ice bowl." This was the black thorn that everyone had seen around the so-called "Kunlun Embryo."

Below the cliff is a dark, bottomless abyss. The light shining into it is swallowed up by the darkness before it goes very far, like a bottomless black hole, which makes people feel cold for no reason.

"Look here!" The fat man shone his light over the cliff, and something seemed to be hidden in the darkness.

Squinting to look closely, I discovered that a magnificent palace had been built on the steep cliff, with its sloping eaves soaring across the sky, like a pavilion suspended above the abyss.

Everyone was overjoyed; they had actually found the burial palace for them!

Hua the monk couldn't wait to go down and take a look. He had just brought his grappling hook to the mouth of the ice well when someone grabbed him by the collar. Startled, he turned to look at Zhang Wuxun and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Wuxun sneered, "Why should only your people go down? I want to go down and see for myself."

Since things had already pretty much fallen out, Zhang Wuxun made no attempt to hide his disgust for Chen Pi Asi and his gang. With Xiao Ge helping to keep the old man in check, the others were nothing but trash in Zhang Wuxun's eyes, and he could take them out in no time.

Chen Pi Asi stared at Zhang Wuxun with a sinister look, and gave a forced smile. "Alright, then send one down from each side. Monk, you go."

Monk Hua smiled and agreed, then turned to Zhang Wuxun and snorted coldly.

Wu Xiaoxie was a little worried, fearing that the bald monk might do something bad in secret, so he grabbed Zhang Wuxun and said with concern, "You still have injuries."

Zhang Wuxun waved his hand, stretched his waist from side to side, and laughed, "Don't worry, it's just a minor injury, it's almost fully recovered."

Remembering Zhang Wuxun's abnormal regenerative abilities that he had witnessed in the underwater tomb, Wu Xiaoxie felt slightly relieved. "Who goes first?"

Zhang Wuxun's eyes held a hint of provocation, and his upturned eyebrows gave him an air of menacing menace.

After consulting with Chen Pi Asi, Monk Hua climbed straight into the ice well, ignoring Zhang Wuxun completely.

He carefully crouched at the edge of the ice dome's crack, poked his body out a little, swung his grappling hook around the wooden corridor, took a deep breath, gripped the rope tightly with both hands, swung in the air, and landed steadily on the wooden corridor pillar two seconds later.

The moment he stepped onto solid ground, a series of teeth-grinding cracking sounds of ice popping erupted beneath his feet, startling the monk Hua so much that he stumbled forward and fell. This caused the wooden pillars to crackle and pop even louder, as if they were about to disintegrate at any moment.

Hua the monk's face was deathly pale, and he held his breath for a long while before finally letting out a soft breath.

Chen Pi Asi and his companions also stood guard nervously at the entrance. They were relieved to see that there was only a constant noise from below, but nothing unusual.

Wu Xiaoxie watched with trepidation, then turned to Zhang Wuxun and said, "Be very careful when you go down."

Zhang Wuxun smiled and agreed. He took some light equipment, climbed into the ice well, and with his back to them, took out a wristband from his spatial storage and put it on his left wrist. He spotted his target, pressed the mechanism on the wristband with his right hand, and with a "whoosh," a silver light pierced the darkness and went straight into the wooden beam opposite.

Then, Zhang Wuxun exerted his strength and leaped out of the ice well, falling headfirst at high speed. After falling a certain distance, he moved his left arm, and the small mechanism in his wrist buckle began to operate. Zhang Wuxun, suspended in the air, did a somersault in mid-air and flew upward along the force of the mechanism's contraction. As he approached the pillar, he kicked off the pillar next to Monk Hua and bounced back, landing lightly on the wooden beam.

He stood up easily, turned around and unsurprisingly saw Monk Hua looking terrified. He smiled mischievously and licked his tiger teeth.

A series of flashy moves left the group above dumbfounded.

The sound of ice shattering on the wooden corridor continued. Zhang Wuxun ignored the screams around him, retrieved the small silver dart that had been launched from his wrist, waved to Wu Xiaoxie and the others above, and then, with his flashlight in hand, began to walk towards the cliff at the end of the corridor.

He had just taken a step when a snowball flew towards Zhang Wuxun's head. He reflexively tilted his head slightly to dodge it, and looked up in confusion. Two more snowballs flew towards him in succession. He exclaimed "Holy crap!" and quickly ducked down. The snowballs passed over his head and shattered with two loud cracks.

Zhang Wuxun looked up at the person who had ambushed him, completely bewildered. "What happened?"

"You fucking hold on tight!" Wu Xiaoxie and Fatty occupied the entrance to the ice well, craning their necks as if they wanted to stick their whole bodies in, but afraid of startling something, they shouted in suppressed voices, "Don't talk, wait until the wooden corridor is balanced before you move."

The fat man also shouted, "Wooden Fish, take it easy, bend over, no rush, let's take it slow."

Zhang Wuxun raised his hand and gave them an "OK" sign. Although he was confident in his skills, he obediently refrained from taking any further action.

After waiting for a while, the sounds gradually subsided.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the monk Hua on the other side carefully get up, walk a few steps on tiptoe like walking a tightrope, and then seem to breathe a sigh of relief, his movements becoming much more relaxed.

(My stomach was a little upset today, so I'm updating a bit late. There's one more chapter to be updated before midnight.)
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