Infiltrating the world of cultivation

"Don't worry, I won't discard you after I've served my purpose. I will leave the Three Thousand Kingdoms in a few days."

The cultivator surnamed Ma stopped pretending and actually said those words bluntly. Clearly, he had also noticed the abnormality of the crowd.

"Brother Ma, we're just ordinary people. We might stay at the fifth stage of Qi Refining our whole lives and never be able to advance further."

To be honest, we're not sure what's going on with you doing this. Just tell us directly how many people are needed to clear the landmines.

We brothers discussed it and decided to make arrangements for the funerals of our family members.

Li San had a long face. The cultivator surnamed Ma had been walking silently ever since he came in, and the atmosphere was really too oppressive.

Instead of engaging in endless speculation, it's better to be straightforward, clarify things, and also tell your family where you've buried your treasures, and make a will.

"Shh!"

The cultivator surnamed Ma stopped, suddenly turned around, and stared at the crowd for a long time. The crowd felt uneasy under his gaze and unconsciously took a few steps back.

"Hey, Little Ma, can you just pretend I didn't say anything? It's just stepping on a landmine, okay? I'll do it."

Li San looked miserable, as if he had eaten a pile of shit. At least there was a chance of survival if he stepped on a landmine, but if he was killed directly, then he would really be finished.

Wang Chao also looked serious. He was ready to take out his assault rifle and launch a surprise attack. Although the assault rifle wasn't very effective at this stage, it could still serve as a distraction.

In an instant, Wang Chao made a decision: once the fighting started, he would do everything in his power to smash the left-side tunnel wall.

When the large amount of silver liquid is poured out, he will then find a way to escape.

The horse-faced monk drew closer, his face devoid of any emotion, like a zombie.

Strangely enough, the dynasty had never seen the horse-faced monk change his expression.

Could it be that he's a thousand-year-old zombie who has cultivated into a spirit? Wang Chao was startled by his own wild imagination.

"Senior Brother Ma, stop scaring them. To tell you the truth, Senior Brother Ma has cultivated a method of severing emotions and desires. In the beginning, you have to cut off the seven emotions and six desires. Before you have mastered it, you will have this dead face."

Within the sect, Senior Brother Ma is very popular.

A disciple from the Northern Region Sword Sect offered an explanation, which left everyone feeling as if they had swallowed a bitter melon—such a ridiculous reason!

"Gentlemen, before entering the Qin King's tomb, I was worried that you would reveal the information, so I did not tell you explicitly. However, after these few days, I will leave the Three Thousand Kingdoms and go to a wider world."

Therefore, it doesn't hurt to tell you.

As is well known, the King of Qin did not possess any innate spiritual talent, but he was also a man of great talent and ambition, and naturally he would not be content to be a mere mortal emperor.

Therefore, after he was crowned king, he called on the world to search for the elixir of immortality. But even cultivators did not have the elixir of immortality, so where could ordinary people search for it?

The King of Qin was unwilling to give up. Later, he came into contact with cultivators and gathered all the cultivators he could find within the Qin territory to open up new methods for them.

The entire nation mobilized to study cultivation methods, but as everyone knows, he lacked innate spiritual roots and relied solely on his own abilities to achieve the combat power of the Foundation Establishment stage.

Although his combat strength reached the Foundation Establishment stage, his lifespan did not increase substantially.

Therefore, when his lifespan reached its limit, my father contributed an ancient method to find an extremely yin place and build a natural spirit-nurturing array.

Perhaps, centuries from now, there is a possibility of resurrection.

This tomb was built by my father. Unexpectedly, when the tomb was about to be completed, the King of Qin killed all those who participated in the construction of the mausoleum.

I found part of the blueprints for this mausoleum in my father's letters. Therefore, I will tear the Qin King's body apart with five horses to avenge my father's death!

I invited you all because there is a mechanism ahead that requires the combined efforts of twelve people to solve; I cannot accomplish it alone.

Upon hearing what the horse-faced monk said, everyone suddenly realized that their worries were just them scaring themselves.

No wonder people say that 80% of tomb raiders die because they scare themselves.

"Brother Ma, we misunderstood you. Who told you to have such a blank face? It made us think you were asking us to step on landmines."

Li San suddenly realized what was going on and breathed a sigh of relief.

Upon hearing this, everyone felt much more relaxed. The previous atmosphere had been too oppressive, and they had been silently moving forward without saying a word.

This place is already gloomy, and with this kind of atmosphere, it's no wonder that psychological problems arise.

Wang Chao smiled knowingly at the others.

"Brother Ma, who spread the word about the location of the Qin King's tomb? Is there anyone else besides you who knows?"

When the dynasty suddenly asked the question, the cultivator surnamed Ma paused, clearly taken aback.

"My father wasn't the only one who built the mausoleum; perhaps someone else leaked the information?"

Wang Chao revealed an "I see" expression, and then the group continued forward along the passageway.

"What a well-crafted story," Wang Chao thought with a cold laugh. Only a naive person like Li San would believe such a flawed lie.

If the King of Qin really intended to kill someone, would he leave any evidence? How could the wisdom of a great emperor throughout history make such a mistake?

What kind of formation requires twelve people? If one person dies halfway through, how can the formation be broken?

A series of inconsistencies made it hard for Wang Chao to believe the story. Moreover, Wang Chao had just asked him who had leaked the location of the Qin King's tomb.

A normal person would simply not know, so how could they so quickly shift the focus of the conflict to someone else? What is he trying to hide?

In the heart of the dynasty, there was already a sense of wariness towards this cultivator surnamed Ma.

The other disciples of the Northern Region Sword Sect are likely truly unaware of the situation, so the greatest danger on this trip is probably still this cultivator surnamed Ma.

Of course, it's also possible that Wang Chao is overthinking things. After all, he tends to magnify the negative aspects, which is a habit of his when he thinks about problems.

Only by preparing for the worst can we avoid finding the outcome so unbearable when it comes.

Wang Chao looked down and saw that Li San had given him a subtle glance. There was no hint in that glance, but Wang Chao seemed to understand.

Was he just playing dumb too? Did he also sense something was wrong?

Previously, Li San's relieved expression was so convincing that even Wang Chao believed it.

He once thought that he was the only one who was sober while everyone else was drunk, and that he was the only one who remained vigilant. But now it seems that there are quite a few smart people out there.

Life is like a play; whoever plays the fool becomes the best actor.