High Martial Arts: Slay enemies to become stronger, forge invincibility from billions of corpses.

The five-person team that entered the Cangmang Mountain stopped a hundred meters away from Song Chen, forming a circle as if they were discussing something.

The voice was very low, but with Song Chen's current mental strength, he could still vaguely catch a few words.

"...The map is correct, it should be around here..."

"...Be careful, it's said that the person back then was at the peak of the fourth tier..."

"...Once we find it, we'll be rich..."

Peak of the fourth tier?

Song Chen's pupils contracted slightly.

A fourth-tier expert is already the most powerful in Anning City. The head of the Shenlong Martial Arts Academy is a fourth-tier expert and has a say in the Garrison Commander's Mansion.

Are these people searching for the relics of a fourth-tier powerhouse?

He held his breath and continued listening.

The leader pulled a map from his pocket, unfolded it, and pointed to the markings on it with the others.

"Ye Tiejian perished in this very area years ago. During the beast tide in Changqing City, he single-handedly held off the horde of beasts coming from the Cangmang Mountains, and his whereabouts became unknown..."

"We finally got a clue, we have to find it."

Ye Tiejian.

Song Chen had heard of this name.

It is recorded in the history textbooks of Anning City.

That was a hero of Anning City. These people are looking for his belongings.

Song Chen frowned.

If these are relics of a hero, they should logically be handed over to the garrison commander's office or left for future generations to worship.

This group of people went into the mountains furtively, clearly not on any legitimate path.

He decided to continue observing.

After the five finished discussing their plan, they put away the map and continued walking into the mountains.

Song Chen followed silently; the jungle was his home turf.

The life-or-death struggle of the past two days has given him an intimate knowledge of this mountain forest.

He knew how to walk silently, how to use the shadows of trees to hide his figure, and how to freeze instantly when the other person turned around.

Although those five people were strong, they were far inferior to him in terms of stealth skills in the jungle.

They walked deeper into the mountains.

The deeper they went, the stronger the aura of the strange beasts became. Several times, Song Chen sensed powerful beings ahead, at least at the third rank.

But those five people seemed to have a special way of avoiding the beasts, and they were able to get around them every time.

After walking for about two hours, they stopped in front of a cliff.

Below the cliff, clouds and mist swirl, obscuring the bottom.

The cliff face is covered with vines and moss, and looks very old.

The captain pulled out a map, compared it with the map, and pointed to a spot on the cliff: "That's right, according to the memories we read from that monster's brain, it should be down there."

The vice-captain frowned: "So deep? There might be monsters down there."

The captain put away the map: "What are you afraid of? There are five of us, can't we handle a few monsters?"

"Prepare the ropes, let's go down."

Several people began taking ropes and securing devices out of their backpacks.

Song Chen lay in ambush in the bushes thirty meters away, watching their movements.

under?

Is this the place where Senior Ye Tiejian fell, below this cliff?

He hesitated for a moment, wondering whether he should go with her.

If we continue, we might be discovered, or we might encounter danger.

But if you don't follow along, you might miss out on something really good.

He gritted his teeth and followed.

Fortune favors the bold.

He is now a second-tier martial artist and a second-tier ability user. His strength is no less than anyone in that team. Even if he is discovered, he can still run away even if he can't win.

He touched the hilt of his knife, adjusted his breathing, and began to slowly move towards the cliff.

The five people had already secured the ropes and were sliding down one after another.

Once the last person disappeared into the clouds, Song Chen rushed to the edge of the cliff.

The rope was still hanging there, but clearly they wouldn't leave it for him to use.

He glanced down; the clouds and mist obscured the bottom.

He took a deep breath, grabbed the vines on the cliff face with both hands, and began to climb down.

The vines were slippery, and the cliff face was steep.

Song Chen gripped the vines tightly with both hands, placed his feet on the protruding rocks, and slid down little by little.

He was shrouded in mist, his vision obstructed, and he could only rely on his mental perception to judge the distance below.

Fifty meters.

Eighty meters.

One hundred meters.

Two hundred meters.

Faint sounds of fighting came from below: the roars of strange beasts, the clash of weapons, and shouts of cursing.

Song Chen sped up.

After descending another twenty meters, the clouds and fog gradually thinned, and the view opened up.

At the bottom of the cliff is a narrow valley with steep cliffs on both sides and a dry stream in the middle.

At that moment, the five people were being attacked by a group of strange beasts.

The strange beast is a mutated mandrill, a giant ape covered in gray fur, with arms that reach past its knees and exposed fangs.

There were seven or eight of them, with the leader being particularly large, standing over two meters tall at the shoulder, and exuding the aura of a peak second-tier being.

The five people stood back to back in a circle, fighting back fiercely.

The captain and vice-captain stood at the forefront, their blades flashing, barely managing to block the charge of the mandrill horde. However, their expressions were not good; these mandrills had thick skin and were fast, making it difficult to kill them with a single blow.

Song Chen landed silently behind a boulder, concealed his presence, and peered out.

Let them fight, the more intense the better.

He waited patiently.

The battle lasted for half an hour. The five of them finally killed several mountain demons. The leader of the demons was also hit in a vital spot by the captain's sword and fled with a scream.

The remaining mandrills scattered and disappeared into the depths of the valley.

The five men were panting heavily and had bruises all over their bodies.

A short man cursed and popped a healing pill into his mouth: "Damn it, these beasts..."

The captain looked around and his gaze fell on the entrance of a hidden cave deep in the valley.

"That should be it."

The group perked up and, without taking a break, headed towards the cave.

Song Chen waited until they were far away, then quietly followed them.

The cave was very deep and pitch black inside. The five people turned on their portable lighting devices, and the beams of light flickered on the cave walls.

Song Chen followed at a distance, using his mental perception to maintain a safe distance.

After walking about two hundred meters, the view suddenly opened up ahead.

A huge cave appeared before us, with countless stalactites hanging upside down from the ceiling, and an underground river flowing gently beneath.

In the center of the cave, there is a naturally formed stone platform.

On the stone platform, a skeleton lay lying.

The skeleton was wearing a suit of armor, with a sword lying across its lap and a rusty iron box beside it.

The five people stood in front of the stone platform, their eyes lighting up.

"Found it!" the short man exclaimed excitedly.

The captain stepped forward, carefully examining the skeleton, a greedy smile spreading across his face.

"Ye Tiejian... a peak fourth-tier expert, his relics must be priceless."

The vice-captain leaned in: "I heard that his sword back then was an A-grade weapon, and his armor was a B-grade defensive set..."

"Enough with the nonsense." The captain reached for the battle sword.

His movements were rude and casual, showing no respect for his seniors whatsoever.

Song Chen hid behind a stalactite, his brows furrowed.

These people didn't come to pay homage to the heroes; they came to dig up graves.

The captain picked up his sword and drew it from its sheath.

The blade was gleaming, radiating a faint, cold light, and even after many years, it remained as sharp as new.

"What a fine knife!" he exclaimed.

The vice-captain then went to remove the suit of armor. Although the armor was somewhat damaged, the main body was intact and still emitted a faint spiritual energy fluctuation.

The other three people surrounded the stone platform, searching around, and one of them even reached out to grab the iron box.

"Don't move!" the captain suddenly shouted.

Everyone stopped. The captain sheathed his sword and looked at the iron box.

"This box... might contain his cultivation techniques or treasures."