Start with everyday skills and grind your way to immortality.

Although Zhao Feng was anxious, he also knew the saying "the nail that sticks out gets hammered down."

Instead of taking risks now, let's stir things up and get others involved to share the risk.

Xuan Yin was somewhat unwilling to accept this.

"But if there are too many people, what about the treasures in the tomb..."

Chen Qian glanced at him coldly: "No matter how good the treasure is, you still need to be alive to get it."

"If you can't wait, you are welcome to go down first. I will not stop you."

Xuan Yin smiled awkwardly and said nothing more.

With the agreement reached, Zhao Feng walked back to Wang Tong.

His face still wore his usual hearty smile, but his eyes had become much more profound.

"Master Wang, your suggestion is excellent, but I still have some minor issues to resolve."

Zhao Feng chuckled and began to change the subject:

"My brothers were slightly injured and need to be bandaged up first. Also, we're running low on flammable oil; we need to send someone to prepare more. Perhaps, Second Master, we could wait a little longer?"

Wang Tong's expression changed, and a sinister glint flashed in his eyes.

He could clearly see that Zhao Feng was stalling for time!

"Officer Zhao, speed is of the essence in war!" Wang Tong said urgently.

"No rush, no rush. Sharpening your axe won't delay your woodcutting." Zhao Feng waved his hand with a smile, looking completely unyielding.

Just as the two were at an impasse...

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves came from the direction of the village entrance in the distance.

Immediately afterwards, a rough and hearty laugh echoed throughout Niushou Village.

"Hahaha! Looks like I've arrived just in time! How could we miss such a lively scene?"

Amidst the raucous, hearty laughter and billowing dust...

A group of burly men on tall horses charged aggressively into the ruins.

There were more than twenty people, all of them burly and with prominent temples, clearly skilled in martial arts.

They were not wearing uniform clothing; some were dressed in tight-fitting clothes, some were shirtless, some carried large knives, and some had two axes at their waists.

However, several people were also covered in blood and injured, clearly indicating that the red-clothed demons left behind earlier had taken effect.

"They're from various martial arts schools!"

Zhao Feng explained to Chen Qian in a low voice, "This is a joint effort formed by the best fighters specially selected from various martial arts schools in Linjiang County for this event. The one in charge..."

His gaze pointed to the front of the group, where a middle-aged, burly man was riding a black horse and carrying a thick-backed machete.

This man had a resolute face, with a hideous scar running from the corner of his eye down to his jaw, and he exuded a bloodthirsty aura.

"That's Lei Zhen, the 'Mountain-Slaying Saber,' the vice-master of the Weizhen Martial Arts Academy, and also the leader this time. His Mountain-Slaying Saber technique is already highly mastered, and he has one foot in the Double Lamp Realm. His strength should not be underestimated."

Wang Tong's face instantly turned extremely ugly, and he almost crushed the folding fan in his hand.

His worst fears came true.

Chen Qian and Zhao Feng exchanged a glance, and a meaningful smile appeared on their lips at the same time.

The water finally became muddy.

Chen Qian's gaze swept over the martial artists.

Iron Fist Martial Arts School, Mighty Martial Arts School, White Crane Martial Arts School...

Almost every well-known martial arts school in Linjiang County sent people over.

Suddenly his gaze sharpened and landed on the end of the line.

There was a familiar figure there.

"Wang Datou?"

Chen Qian sneered inwardly.

The Iron Fist Martial Arts School's outer instructor, who had once been arrogant and dismissive towards him and his brother, had actually come.

But in such a gathering of masters, even with his skills, he could only be ranked at the bottom.

"What a small world!"

Chen Qian touched the machete at his waist, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

I wonder if this Instructor Wang will still be as imposing as he was back then once he's inside the tomb?

"Master Lei, how have you been?"

Zhao Feng stepped forward, clasped his hands in a fist and smiled, "I didn't expect to alarm even you."

Lei Zhen dismounted, his gaze sweeping over Zhao Feng and Wang Tong, and laughed loudly:

"Young Master Zhao, Second Master Wang, now that the great tomb in Niushou Village has been unearthed, it is a momentous event for the martial arts world of Linjiang. It seems rather unfair of you two to try and monopolize it all, doesn't it?"

The group of warriors behind him rose up in protest, their shouts deafening.

Wang Tong's face was gloomy, and he was about to say something when Zhao Feng spoke first.

"What are you saying, Master Lei!"

Zhao Feng said with a hearty laugh, "This tomb is extremely dangerous, and Master Wang and I were just worried about not having enough manpower. Now that all of you heroes have arrived, that's perfect! With the three of us joining forces, how can we not break through this tomb?"

"Excellent! Young Master Zhao is so straightforward!"

Lei Zhen didn't stand on ceremony, waving his hand dismissively: "Brothers, dismount! Get ready to work!"

The three forces converged, but the atmosphere was not as tense as expected. Instead, it was like old acquaintances meeting, with a fake warmth about it.

At Lei Zhen's command, the men of the martial arts school dismounted and began to prepare their equipment.

Wang Datou, carrying a staff that reached his eyebrows, mingled in the crowd.

He had put in a lot of effort to squeeze into this team, hoping to get some playing time or at least become a familiar face.

He looked up and bumped into Chen Qian standing next to Zhao Feng.

He rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

A strange smile immediately appeared on that face.

"Hey, isn't this Chen Erlang? What's wrong? Instead of staying home and studying for the imperial examinations, what are you doing here among this pile of dead bodies?"

He looked Chen Qian up and down again, and sneered:

"Look at this outfit! He's changed into new clothes, he does look somewhat presentable now. What, did you borrow money again, or did you sell those two laying hens?"

Upon hearing this, the men from the surrounding martial arts schools burst into laughter.

Chen Qian remained calm, not even lifting his eyelids, as if he hadn't heard the buzzing of the fly at all.

Zhao Feng frowned, gave Wang Datou a cold look, and said in a deep voice:

"This is my worthy younger brother, Zhao, and also a disciple of a highly skilled master of divination and numerology. Master Lei, your subordinate is far too unruly."

"A disciple of a master? My worthy brother?"

Wang Datou was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter as if he had heard the funniest joke:

"Young Master Zhao, don't be fooled by this kid! What disciple of a master? He's just a poor scholar living in the slums of the west of the city!"

"His family is dirt poor. Just two days ago, he brought two jars of cheap liquor to the martial arts school begging me to take him in! How could someone who can't even afford to eat know anything about magic or divination?"

"In my opinion, he's just a charlatan! Young Master Zhao, you'd better keep your eyes open!"

Wang Datou became more and more excited as he spoke, spitting as he spoke, feeling that he was ridding the people of a scourge and helping Young Master Zhao recover his losses.

The laughter around them gradually subsided.

Wang Tong and the others from the martial arts school glanced back and forth between Chen Qian and Zhao Feng, their expressions becoming strange.

If it's true, then this is going to be really funny.

Zhao Feng's face instantly darkened, and a hint of killing intent flashed in his eyes.

He doesn't care what Chen Qian was like before; he cares about what Chen Qian is like now.

More importantly, slapping Chen Qian in the face now is slapping Zhao Feng in the face!

"Shut up!"

Zhao Feng suddenly took a step forward, his blood and qi erupting, and pressed directly towards Wang Datou.

"A hero's origins are irrelevant! My worthy brother possesses extraordinary skills, yet he lives in seclusion in the city! How could someone as short-sighted as you possibly understand?"

"You drove away my worthy brother because your Iron Fist Martial Arts School was blind! And now you dare to spout nonsense and slander my distinguished guest?"

"If you dare utter another word, I'll cut out your tongue!"

Wang Datou was intimidated by Zhao Feng's imposing manner, and swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

"Master Lei."

Zhao Feng turned to look at Lei Zhen, his tone unfriendly:

"These are the people you brought along? If they can't be disciplined properly, I, Zhao, wouldn't mind disciplining them for you."

Lei Zhen feigned anger and said:

"Get to the back now!"

Chen Qian smiled slightly, seemingly not taking the matter to heart at all.

"Teacher Wang, it's been a long time, I've missed you dearly."