Chapter 92 - 90: The Miserable Eldest Young Master Cong

Zhao Ming prided himself on being quite accurate in judging people.Hang Yu was a person who adhered to principles and had a strong sense of integrity.

Since he had previously agreed not to split the spoils, he wouldn’t easily give Young Master Cong a share, as it was both a rule and a promise.

Why change for no reason? There must be something fishy!

Young Master Cong wasn’t actually a fool; he had been overwhelmed by the constant stimulation of large quantities of Crystal Stones and White Equipment along the way, causing his brain to overheat, inevitably lowering his reasoning and even intelligence.

The loot they acquired this time was beyond imagination.

If all the gains from this Spirit Realm adventure were auctioned in the real world, considering the current inflation and Spirit Realm asset trends, even if Young Master Cong put forth all his cash, it wouldn’t be enough to buy them.

One day!

A few people spent only one day!

The value they created nearly surpassed the personal assets of Eldest Young Master Cong.

For the first time, Young Master Cong deeply felt the powerlessness of reality and wealth authority, as well as the Spirit Realm’s mad subversion of worldly order.

Such a large amount of Spirit Realm assets.

He could only covet them without having the right to share the spoils.

The anxiety and frustration in his heart were imaginable!

How could he not seize this rare opportunity?

There were many legends circulating in the real world about Spirit Realm Treasure Chests, with many tales of discovering valuable items like Skill Stones, hence treasure chests equated to fortuitous encounters.

"You did right to ask me to open the chest."

"My luck has always been extraordinary."

"I guarantee a surprise for everyone this time!"

Young Master Cong said while pushing open a Treasure Coffin.

The next second

Young Master Cong’s ecstatic expression froze on his face.

A powerful cold wave was released from the Treasure Coffin, instantly enveloping the entire corridor, turning him into a natural ice sculpture on the spot.

He received ten points of damage at once.

Then continued to suffer from persistent frost damage.

"Holy crap, what’s happening?" Xiaoqiang was shocked: "Young Master Cong, Young Master Cong, are you okay?"

Young Master Cong was frozen into an icicle for a full five minutes; if Jiang Nan hadn’t been healing him against the frost damage during this process, he would have died ten times over!

There really was a trap!

Old Zhao wiped a sweat drop from his forehead.

Hang is quite a black-hearted guy.

The instant the Treasure Coffin was opened, the cold wave engulfed the entire corridor.

If they had been in the corridor at the time of opening, they would have all been turned into ice sculptures, unable to use skills or consume potions; apart from Hang Yu with extremely high resistance, nine out of ten others would have fallen!

"Hiss, damn, it’s freezing me to death!"

Wang Cong shivered uncontrollably, staring in bewilderment at the empty coffin still emitting cold air, "Empty? How could it be empty?"

Hang Yu remarked, "As expected, there are traps here indeed."

Wang Cong was furious: "Since you thought of it, why didn’t you say so earlier!"

"Since entering the temple, have we encountered few traps?!" Hang Yu appeared innocent: "Even if I used my little brain to think, I could figure out that multiple treasure chests appearing in one place are problematic!"

This was a jab implying Young Master Cong’s brain isn’t as good as even his little brain!

Xiaoqiang patted his head and quickly agreed: "Right, how could such a cheap thing happen? Could this be the legendary random reward and punishment chest? I often encountered them while gaming."

"There are still three more, maybe one will yield treasure. Young Master Cong, do you want to persist? If not, just forget it."

"Who says I can’t? I refuse to believe this bad luck!"

After a moment’s hesitation, Wang Cong couldn’t resist the temptation and decided to try once more. He stepped in front of the second Treasure Coffin, "I have a feeling this time will definitely yield treasure!"

Young Master Cong had mostly had smooth sailing since childhood.

In terms of luck, he was quite confident.

Resolutely opened the second Treasure Coffin.

With a boom!

Hot flames erupted

Young Master Cong’s icy shards hadn’t even melted when he was instantly ignited by the flames; the fierce shockwave flung him high, sticking him against the corridor wall like a large letter, immediately entering a near-death state again.

"It’s truly ice and fire heaven."

Hang Yu joked.

Having the air of delighting in others’ misfortune.

Jiang Nan’s eyes widened: "I never thought Treasure Coffins would be so dangerous, no wonder the Great God didn’t let me go; he’s actually secretly looking out for me!"

She suddenly felt delighted.

It showed the Great God was being nice to her after all!

Jiang Nan immediately began rescuing, pulling Young Master Cong back from the brink of death.

Young Master Cong was blown away, with a look of hopelessness on his face.

"These coffins are too dangerous." Xiaoqiang chimed in now: "Young Master Cong, forget it, given your status, it’s not worth suffering like this."

Young Master Cong was stubborn.

Had Xiaoqiang not said these words.

He might have found a way to back down.

But Xiaoqiang’s words inadvertently stirred his discontent.

If he chose to give up now, wouldn’t all the suffering have been in vain?

No, no, there’s a saying that bad things come in threes, so let’s try one last time!

"I don’t believe in this bad luck!"

"This time, we must get something for sure!"

After resting for a few minutes, Young Master Cong braced himself and opened the third coffin.

The next second.

A blue and white light flooded in front of him.

Countless powerful blue arcs of electricity filled the passageway.

They were like thousands of ants climbing all over Young Master Cong’s body in an instant, making him shake uncontrollably for several tens of seconds, and then he fell to the ground stiffly.

Jiang Nan couldn’t bear to look at it anymore.

She quickly rescued Young Master Cong.

Hang Yu said, "Young Master Cong, your electric boogie dance is not bad!"

Although Young Master Cong’s life had recovered, he looked extremely disheveled, with an afro, a face covered in soot, resembling a coal miner coming back from work, and smoke coming out of his mouth and nose as he spoke, looking as pitiful as one could imagine.

The three treasure chests didn’t yield a single thing.

So, Young Master Cong completely flipped out!

"Damn, played for a fool."

"This damn thing is a trap entirely!"

"These lousy coffins have no treasures at all!"

Wang Cong was now seriously suspecting that Hang Yu had tricked him.

If this were in the real world, he would thoroughly teach the other a lesson, but the circumstances were mightier than him. As strong as Young Master Cong was, he didn’t dare speak up now, having no choice but to vent his anger on the treasure coffins themselves.

"It’s too early to jump to conclusions; there’s still one more, isn’t there?" Hang Yu pointed at the last treasure coffin, "Do you want to give it another try? I feel like there has to be one with a treasure!"

Young Master Cong no longer believed Hang Yu: "Do you think I’m stupid? Go ahead, open it yourself, I’m not opening any more!"

"Are you sure?"

"Of course!"

"I think you should stick it out to the end; haven’t you ever heard of ’after bitterness comes sweetness’?"

Young Master Cong couldn’t contain his anger anymore: "Ever since we stepped into this temple, this ghostly place is filled with traps. Whose treasure chests are made to look like coffins anyway? It’s completely unreasonable, so these things are definitely set up to trick people — whoever opens them is unlucky!"

"Alright then, this is your decision. I hope you don’t regret it."

Hang Yu kindly reminded him, but he didn’t appreciate it. So he turned to Jiang Nan and said, "Beauty Jiang, do you want to try your luck?"

"Me?"

Jiang Nan looked at the three empty coffins.

Then she looked at the disheveled Eldest Young Master Cong.

To be honest, School Beauty Jiang was a bit nervous at the moment.

She noticed Hang Yu winking his left eye while speaking, as if indicating something.

Trusting in the Great God.

"Okay, I’ll give it a try!"

Jiang Nan summoned her courage and walked into the passageway.

"Hah, not afraid of death, waiting for misfortune!"

Wang Cong thought that he couldn’t be the only one having bad luck.

Letting this beauty suffer with him wasn’t so bad either.

Only the last treasure coffin remained.

When Jiang Nan hesitantly placed her hand on the coffin lid, her heart was pounding wildly, almost jumping out of her throat.

"Here goes nothing!"

Jiang Nan shut her eyes and pushed with all her might.

The treasure coffin opened.

This time, the disaster didn’t repeat.

The instant the treasure coffin was pushed open, several bright white light spheres flew out directly from inside.

One, two, three, four.

Four light spheres, all bright white!

Jiang Nan opened her eyes to look inside the coffin.

She found a large pile of crystal stones inside the coffin.

Jiang Nan turned around joyfully, "Great God, look, so many treasures, so many crystal stones!"

Zhao Ming showed an unsurprised expression.

Zhang Xiaoqiang, on the other hand, looked shocked and incredulous.

As for Wang Cong, he was already petrified on the spot. It seemed like millions of alpacas had trampled over him, turned back to trample again, and yet again once more.

Why?!

This is so unfair!

The three treasure chests I opened were all traps!

This guy opens just one and gets treasures!

"Young Master Cong, condolences, I suppose this is a matter of luck." Hang Yu patted Young Master Cong’s shoulder, and said with a comforting look, "I’m truly sorry, really!"

Old Zhao and Xiaoqiang both showed sympathetic looks towards Young Master Cong.

He brushed past the opportunity for wealth and endured three hardships for nothing.

PS: It really wasn’t to portray them negatively, because personally, I really love goofy characters, so I mistakenly thought such characters would be well-liked... Well, in the end, it’s the fault of the author for being lazy. If I had spent some time to originally create a second-generation rich character, the effect would be very different... Learning lessons and criticism, after wrapping up this storyline, there will basically be no further Young Master Cong storyline, nor will any elements that might hint at current real-life individuals be included.