269: Temporary underground, go to Japan

There aren't many rare treasures in the underground world, only two in total.

One is a purple crystal parasitic vine, parasitic within other plants.

The other is a gem shrimp, hidden in a rock crevice at the bottom of the river, looking like it's carved from a ruby and only the size of a fingernail.

After collecting the two rare treasures, Yang Dian followed the guidance and flew towards his final objective.

After flying for a while, while still quite far, Yang Dian saw a dim yellow light appear abruptly in his vision.

At the same time, the surrounding temperature also began to gradually rise.

If Yang Dian wasn't mistaken, the oxygen content, which was already higher underground than on the surface, began to increase again.

'What kind of treasure can change the weather and environment on such a large scale?'

'What powerful creature would be guarding such a treasure?'

'The Tyrannosaurus Rex I killed?'

As he pondered, the distance quickly disappeared beneath Yang Dian's feet.

In a short while, Yang Dian, having flown closer, finally saw what the dim yellow light was.

It was a desert.

A golden-yellow desert that wriggled, glowed, and constantly emitted light and heat into its surroundings.

The desert was about 5 kilometers in diameter.

In the center, a hundred meters above the ground, floated a fist-sized, brown stone.

Yang Dian just glanced at it from afar and sensed a heavy feeling emanating from the stone.

'Fire-starting stones transmit fire, image-retaining stones preserve images. This stone can serve as the earth's pulse for the territory map...'

'Speaking of which, if the territory map is truly built according to the deductions, it seems like I'm building a world?'

As these thoughts flashed through his mind, he stepped into the desert.

Then, the yellow sand rolled and surged, instantly forming a figure identical to Yang Dian, which then launched a punch at Yang Dian, leaving afterimages.

“Bang~”

Amidst the impact, Yang Dian parried the sand man's fist and flicked his short sleeve, which had been shattered by the sand man:

“Didn't eat, did you? You have no strength at all?”

Beneath the broken short sleeve was Yang Dian's body, unchanged as always, unaffected by the sand man's fist.

He took a solid punch, but let alone injuries, there wasn't even a red mark.

This was the fourth characteristic of Iron Shirt: Indestructible.

In short, after cultivating this characteristic, Yang Dian's body became both strong and hard.

Once attacked, his body would instinctively defend itself.

Although he still couldn't withstand the particle breath of a giant chameleon with just his body.

However, ordinary City-Level attack strength, such as the sand man's attack in front of him, could no longer cause him any harm.

“If I cultivate one more characteristic, I can probably withstand the particle breath of a giant chameleon.”

“At that time, all City-Level attack strengths should not be able to harm me.”

“I just don't know when I'll be able to block the particle beam from a geostationary satellite.”

“And that charged attack, worth 800 billion Daxia coins, how many characteristics will I need to cultivate to withstand it...”

As he murmured, whirlwinds appeared in the sand sea, stirring up sand and pebbles that pelted Yang Dian with a crackling sound.

More sand men condensed, appearing and disappearing within the storm, constantly attacking Yang Dian.

Yang Dian merely channeled his Qi and blood to protect his shorts, preventing the sand men from tearing them and making him run naked.

As for the sand men's heavy punches?

A technician's gentle hands are just for a soft touch.

For a real massage, you still need to find the sand man brothers.

He endured the sand men's massage as he flew to the brown stone suspended in the air.

Just as Yang Dian's finger was about to touch the stone, the entire sand sea began to shake.

Yang Dian clicked his tongue, reached out, and scooped the stone into his arms, then suddenly accelerated out of the sand sea, entering the Unity of Man and Nature state, completely concealing his aura.

The restless sand sea paused, then surged out in a wilder manner towards the direction Yang Dian had left.

Yang Dian, who had already changed his position, smiled.

“Do you really think I'm some brain-dead protagonist who has to wait for you to wake up, beat you into submission or death, and then snatch the treasure?”

He tossed the unknown rare treasure in his hand, and Yang Dian remained hidden nearby, waiting for the desert, which had given birth to consciousness, to vent its anger and calm down before turning to leave.

Could he fight the desert that had given birth to consciousness?

Yes, he could.

Yang Dian had enough resources; if he really wanted to wear it down, he could grind it to death even by eroding it grain by grain.

But there was no need.

He could use this time to find two more rare treasures outside to improve his strength, or read two more Martial Arts and Daoist scriptures, integrating all his learning and practice to create his own Cultivation Technique.

'Speaking of which, Night Battle in All Directions is said to be a sword technique, but it actually cultivates consciousness, so perhaps it can be fused with the Star Gazing Art...'

Time flew by, and in a blink of an eye, it was early morning the next day.

The blue-light eggplant, which had stopped glowing when the sun set, began to emit its eerie blue light again as the sun rose.

Yang Dian and the others, who had regrouped, exchanged stories of their gains and prepared to return to the surface.

Everyone had things to do and couldn't stay in the underground world for long.

Just as they were about to depart, Old Daoist Qingfeng suddenly spoke:

“How about we dig a hole upwards from this spot and fly directly to the surface?”

At first, Yang Dian thought it was a good idea.

But after thinking it over carefully, he still shook his head:

“Although digging a hole up from here would indeed tell us where the corresponding location on the surface is, it also easily leads to complications.”

“Let's still exit from where we entered...”

As Yang Dian finished speaking, the group followed the path they came from and returned to the surface.

Then everyone went their separate ways.

Old Daoist Qingfeng returned to Qingcheng Mountain to cultivate the Dao, continuing to ponder how to cultivate immortality.

Old Master Tang returned to Zhongnan Mountain for reclusive cultivation; he was also searching for a way to enter Martial Dao Level 7.

Lei Ming had to go to the capital to report on his mission.

Other Awakened had their own matters to attend to.

Only Yang Dian seemed somewhat idle.

Well, actually, Yang Dian wasn't idle either.

On the fighter jet, facing Liu Wei's question, “What are you going to do in Little Japan?”, Yang Dian honestly replied:

“That giant octopus hasn't moved, so it was probably captured by Little Japan.”

“It's an old friend after all; I'm going to check on it. I can't let Little Japan abuse it.”

“Besides that, I'm also planning to wander around Little Japan to see if I can pick up any rare treasures, strange items, Spirit Medicine, or Spirit Fruits.”

“Oh, and I also have to follow our martial artists' old tradition and take a tour of their Ghost Toilet.”

Hearing the old tradition in Yang Dian's mouth, Liu Wei couldn't help but smile.

It was indeed an old tradition.

The first person in the country to Break through Martial Dao Level 6 and achieve Martial Arts Grandmaster was Old Daoist Qingfeng.

On the day the Daoist Master broke through, the Ghost Toilet was hit by a hundred or so swords.

The second to break through was Mo Yuntao, Director of the Martial Security Bureau, the director of the Martial Security Bureau.

On the day Mo Yuntao, Director of the Martial Security Bureau broke through, the Ghost Toilet took a divine punch from outside the heavens.

In addition, when Old Master Tang and Yue Shan broke through, the Ghost Toilet was rebuilt once each.

“Speaking of which, I seem to have lowered the efficiency of martial artists?”

Muttering, Yang Dian pondered how to make up for it.

'Should I blow up the Ghost Toilet every time it's rebuilt?'

'Or simply slaughter the remaining City-Level Japanese?'

'No, as a man, you should grasp both hands and make both hands hard...'