Infiltrating the world of cultivation

"Brother Chao, this is Li San. Do you think we can get out of here alive? I have a feeling something's off about this Qin King's Tomb."

Li San was a middle-aged man nearing forty, almost the same age as Wang Chao's father. Hearing Li San call him "brother" made Wang Chao feel very uncomfortable.

"Don't talk nonsense! I, Zhang Hufu, am incredibly lucky. I survived falling into a wolf's den. It's just a grave. I've dug up graves before when I was a kid."

Li Hu was a burly man with bulging muscles that resembled a block of black iron. The veins on his arms were bulging, exuding a sense of power.

With such a sturdy physique, it would be a shame if he didn't go into blacksmithing.

The remaining six people all looked at Wang Chao. Although what Wang Chao said might not be true, everyone wanted to hear a good answer.

"can!"

Wang Chao sighed; these hundred spirit stones weren't so easy to obtain.

The cultivator surnamed Ma gradually slowed down, and the others followed, only to find that a fork in the road appeared ahead, with two doors on the left and right.

The word "life" is written on the left door, and the word "death" is written on the right door. The two doors represent life and death.

"Two doors, which one to take?"

Li San looked at the two doors and muttered to himself.

The dynasty itself was at a loss, unsure of which path to choose. One was the path to life, the other to death. Life didn't guarantee survival, and death didn't guarantee death. This was a difficult choice.

However, this was not something he needed to worry about. The cultivator surnamed Ma was the team leader, and the final decision was made by the cultivator surnamed Ma.

The monk surnamed Ma paced back and forth around the two doors.

These are two iron doors, but I don't know what kind of iron they are. Both doors are a single, solid piece, and I can't open them by pushing or pulling.

Judging from its texture, it must be very heavy; it's probably a sliding door.

"Clap!"

The horse-faced cultivator suddenly made a move. He didn't touch the two doors, but instead groped around in the middle of them. As if he had found something, the horse-faced cultivator slapped it hard.

"Boom!"

The entire passageway began to vibrate, with a buzzing sound echoing through it.

"Swish!"

A large amount of dust and sand fell down the passageway. Everyone circulated their spiritual energy to shield themselves from the sand.

However, their footsteps began to move closer to the cultivator surnamed Ma. Clearly, that cultivator surnamed Ma must have triggered some mechanism, causing a chain reaction.

Now that a problem has arisen, he probably wants to use the Earth Boat to escape. The reason why everyone is staying close together is to prevent him from escaping alone and being abandoned by him.

Everyone saw that the cultivator surnamed Ma simply used the Vajra Technique and stood still, no longer moving.

He showed no sign of panic; clearly, he was confident.

Who exactly is this monk surnamed Ma? And why does he know so much about the Qin King's tomb?

"Kaka!"

Others might not know what the sound was, but Wang Chao recognized it as the sound of gears turning!

"Kaka!"

This time, the sound was exceptionally clear, as if it had suddenly stopped, like a cassette tape.

Clearly, the tremors just now were not a sign of impending collapse, but rather the machinery behind it being in operation.

This Qin King's tomb is truly amazing; with such violent shaking, the machinery behind it must be incredibly massive.

How much manpower and resources would it take to complete such a project? He truly deserves his reputation as one of the greatest emperors of all time; even in death, he doesn't let anyone rest in peace.

All eyes were focused on the two iron doors. Which door led to the real life?

"Kaka!"

The sound of gears turning never stopped, like a rusty sewing machine suddenly starting to work, its aged parts organizing the machine's operation.

"Boom!"

Moved!

"Kaka!"

The two iron gates remained still, but the earthen wall between them began to shake.

Next, to everyone's surprise, a small bulge suddenly appeared on the originally smooth earthen wall.

Gradually, the protrusion became more and more obvious, until eventually, an iron gate was exposed.

Behind the iron gate, a large amount of soil had fallen, revealing a narrow passageway behind it.

Everyone watched this scene in shock. Clearly, if it weren't for the cultivator surnamed Ma, their conventional thinking would have been to open one of the two iron doors, and what kind of danger they would have faced then would have been unknown.

The group followed the cultivator surnamed Ma into the narrow passageway, where the air was still very thin.

Clearly, this door only blocked the two spaces; it did not take them to other locations.

This passageway looks very simple. Unlike the original brick and stone structures, the walls here are just simple adobe bricks.

Clearly, this is not a formal tomb.

Walking through the simple passageway, Wang Chao could see a silvery substance seeping out from the wall on the left.

Clearly, behind that iron door lies a large amount of this silvery substance, and once the door is opened, this substance will likely surge out instantly.

At that time, even if they are cultivators, their lives will likely be in danger.

Wang Chao remembered that the door on the left had the word "life" written on it. This King of Qin was also a cunning and ruthless man, mixing truth and falsehood.

The dynasty suspected that this passageway might not be part of the Qin King's tomb, but rather a tunnel dug by later tomb raiders.

Or perhaps, when the tomb was originally built, it wasn't filled in, leaving a space.

But why is there a metal door mechanism in this passageway? And how did the monk surnamed Ma know that there was a mechanism here?

Wang Chao had just scanned the area with his spiritual sense, and the situation here was very strange; his spiritual sense couldn't penetrate it.

Moreover, judging from the behavior of the monk surnamed Ma, he didn't seem to have discovered the mechanism on a whim.

Clearly, the cultivator surnamed Ma possessed an extraordinary understanding of the Qin King's tomb.

It is likely that he has a deep connection with this Qin King's tomb.

"Brother Chao, I feel like he's very familiar with this place. Opening this secret passage is like opening his own backyard."

Li San couldn't help but mutter behind Wang Chao's back.

"Speak less, do more. The more you know, the faster you die. We are just hired to do things for people. Don't worry about anything else."

Wang Chao warned Li San, signaling him not to talk too much. Anyone with eyes could see that this cultivator surnamed Ma was extremely familiar with the Qin King's tomb.

He could have easily entered the Qin King's tomb alone, so why did he go to such lengths to bring them in?

The answer is obvious: they're likely to be used as human punching bags or some kind of blood sacrifice.

Thinking about this, Wang Chao felt a chill run down his spine. He had really gotten himself on a pirate ship. Life is like a play, but he had been led by the nose the whole time.