Tomb raiding: Intercepting Yin Xinyue and building a family of immortals

In remote villages like Miao villages, salt is always more useful than ocean oil.

In ancient times, salt was monopolized. Even during the Republic of China era, private individuals who wanted to mine salt were committing a capital offense.

Salt is a hard currency.

The old herbalist became interested after seeing Su Chen hand over several pieces of salt to Su Yitian.

With the addition of wine, the old herbalist became even happier.

Suddenly, a loud, booming rooster crowed.

Partridge Whistle quickly noticed the anomaly and looked at the Angry Phoenix breed of chicken, immediately recognizing its extraordinary nature.

He then realized why Su Chen had come here, and looked at Su Chen with a puzzled expression.

"It was divined. The divination indicated that to safely enter the Ping Mountain ancient tomb, one must go to the east."

"We kept walking east, and finally I found this chicken."

Su Chen offered an explanation.

Partridge Whistle nodded, agreeing with Su Chen's statement.

Seeing that the group was interested, the old herb farmer began to explain, "I used to have a hen that laid a lot of eggs, but they were all empty. Only one egg hatched into a chick."

"I felt this chicken was something special, so I fed it the best herbs. And guess what? All the poisonous insects would stay far away from this chicken."

The old herbalist always brought this rooster with him when he went to Ping Mountain to collect herbs, and he never encountered any danger.

For veteran herbalists, Ping Mountain, teeming with miasma and poisonous insects, was like flat ground.

"Can you sell it to me for one hundred silver dollars?"

Partridge Whistle couldn't help but ask.

With this Angry Phoenix breed chicken, we can avoid a lot of trouble when going to the tomb in Ping Mountain.

"No way! This is my treasure, how could I possibly sell it?"

The old herbalist flatly refused.

Let alone one hundred silver dollars, even one thousand silver dollars wouldn't be enough for the old herbalist to agree.

"Brother Chen, I've bought the wine and food."

Su Yitian carried four or five dishes on a tray and a jar of old wine into the courtyard.

"Master, it's fate that we met, let's have a drink."

Su Chen smiled.

“You’re not a bad person, unlike this guy who comes up here wanting to buy a chicken. So what if it’s a hundred dollars? If you make me unhappy, I’ll slaughter this chicken in a minute.”

The old herbalist brought out a table, and after Su Yitian put down the wine and dishes, the old herbalist, Su Chen, Partridge Whistle, and others started drinking.

When Partridge Whistle drinks, he only takes a small sip each time, just like licking the wine.

This made the old herb farmer even more dissatisfied.

"Red Girl!"

Su Chen looked at the girl in red and gestured for her to have a drinking contest with the old herbalist.

Hong Guniang exchanged a glance and realized that the two men in front of her couldn't drink as much as she could.

So they had no choice but to pick up a bowl of wine and drink together.

About half an hour later, the old herbalist was clearly a bit drunk.

Su Chen then spoke up, “Master, your chicken is quite extraordinary. How about we make a bet? If you can get this chicken out of its cage, I’ll give you twenty catties of salt.”

"But if you can't get this chicken out, how about you give it to me?"

The old herbalist shook his head. "I'm not betting with you."

"These are your chickens, don't you even have that much confidence?" Su Chen used reverse psychology.

"How could that be? This is my chicken, it listens to me the most."

The old herbalist staggered to the chicken coop and lured the chickens out with the Ganoderma lucidum that the Angry Phoenix breed chickens loved to eat.

But after waiting for a long time, the chicken still didn't leave the coop, which meant he had failed.

Partridge Whistle was skilled in ventriloquism, and immediately decided to use another method: to imitate the crowing of a rooster to provoke the anger of this Angry Phoenix breeder and lure it out of its cage.

Just as Partridge Whistle was about to take action, Su Chen walked behind the chicken coop.

He mustered all his strength, activating his phoenix bloodline.

This Angry Phoenix breed chicken possesses a trace of phoenix blood, which is why it appears so incredibly brave and powerful.

Under the suppression of Su Chen's phoenix bloodline, the rooster, which had been so proud and spirited, immediately fell silent, lay on the ground, and became listless.

Su Chen took a step forward, and the Angry Phoenix breeder chicken immediately became restless, jumping up and down in the cage, and finally flew out of the cage.

Su Yitian, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately put the Nuqingfeng breeding chickens into a bamboo basket.

The old herbalist realized he had been tricked when he saw what was happening before him.

Just as he was about to back out, Su Chen took out forty catties of salt.

“I won’t take this chicken for free. Here are forty catties of salt,” Su Chen said. “In exchange for this chicken.”

Looking at the forty pounds of salt, the old herbalist nodded helplessly.

……

After obtaining the Angry Phoenix breeding chicken, the group began their return journey.

Hong Guniang was already drunk, so Su Chen had Partridge Whistle carry her to the mortuary.

"Brother Chen, this chicken is just an ordinary one. Why would you trade it for forty catties of salt? There are countless roosters like this in our village."

Su Yitian asked curiously.

"This is no ordinary chicken."

Partridge Whistle rushed to explain to Su Chen, "Other chickens have their eyelids below their eyes, but this chicken's eyelids are above its eyes. This means that this chicken is definitely not an ordinary chicken, but a chicken with phoenix blood."

“Since ancient times, there has been a legend of the phoenix in western Hunan. Some tribes even use the phoenix as a totem.”

“Take Nuqing County here as an example. Nuqing is an omen of the phoenix’s cry.”

"This chicken has its eyelids on the top and its wings are covered in colorful gold. It is the local breed of chicken, the Angry Phoenix."

"It can subdue all evil and dispel all illusions."

Ping Mountain is so dangerous, yet the old herbalist was able to gather herbs there safely with his Angry Phoenix breed, which is enough to prove the extraordinary nature of this chicken.

"So that's how it is," everyone suddenly realized.

……

At this time, the mortuary was filled with wounded people.

While Su Chen and his group went to the Miao village to find a solution, General Manager Chen led Commander Luo to survey the terrain again, and they wanted to excavate the Ping Mountain ancient tomb. However, they encountered many dangers during the excavation.

Some of the Unloading Ridge Warriors and soldiers suddenly disappeared, and a northern melon was unearthed in the geography.

The so-called "northern gourds" are actually a collection of resentful energy, and these gourds are controlled by poisonous centipedes, resulting in numerous deaths and injuries.

After entering the underground palace passage, they encountered many more dangers.

The traps inside the barbican were triggered, resulting in the loss of many skilled soldiers.

Luo Laowai also lost an eye during this tomb raiding trip, becoming a one-eyed dragon.

A group of people suffered heavy injuries and many brothers died, but in the end they still failed to enter the tomb of the Yuan Dynasty general.

Even some of General Manager Chen's most loyal subordinates perished in the attack.

If it weren't for Hua Maguai, who stayed outside to provide backup and blast open the passage, Chief Chen and his men would probably all be dead inside today.

Dozens of wounded lay in the mortuary, their cries of agony filling the air.

Mr. Chen, who is quite competitive, suffered another big loss this time.

His two tomb raiding expeditions resulted in the loss of at least several hundred of his Xieling brothers, leaving him somewhat depressed.