142: Chapter 142 Divine Weapons Everywhere? Sorry, I only accept scrap!

Bidding farewell to the ghost examiner who was still struggling with elementary school math olympiad problems, the group continued to venture deeper along the passage.

Perhaps it was because the "straight-A student" Aura Su Yang had just displayed was too dazzling.

At this moment, the look in Wang Kai's eyes as he followed behind had shifted from initial fear to near-blind worship.

"Big Boss Su, that move where you set X as the chicken was simply a stroke of genius!"

Wang Kai leaned in close to Su Yang, his face full of sycophancy.

"Although I didn't understand it, I was deeply shocked! Is this the legendary Daoist calculation manual? Can you teach me?"

"Teach you?" Su Yang glanced at him and flicked away the walnut shell he had finished eating.

"Sure, go enroll in an elementary school night class when we get back, start memorizing the multiplication table, and in three or five years, you should be able to get started."

"Uh..." Wang Kai's smile froze; he felt his intelligence had been insulted for the second time.

Just then, Mary, who was walking in front, suddenly stopped.

"Boss, there's no path ahead. But... this door is huge."

Everyone looked up.

At the end of the passage stood two bronze doors, dozens of meters high.

There were no complex runes on the doors, only countless engraved weapons—sabers, spears, swords, halberds, axes, battle-axes, hooks, forks...

Each weapon was carved vividly, even exuding a chilling Aura of slaughter.

Above the doors hung a mottled plaque, with three large characters written in ancient Seal script: [Collection of Weapons Pavilion].

"Collection of Weapons Pavilion?!" Master Zhang, who hadn't spoken much, suddenly exclaimed, his eyes lighting up instantly.

"Ancient records state that the Thunder God Temple is not only a place for worship but also where ancient Cultivators stored their Sharp Weapons!"

"Could it be that inside here... it's all treasure?!"

Hearing the word "treasure," Wang Kai's breathing became rapid.

"Sharp Weapons? Wouldn't that be even more valuable than the antiques I bought at the auction?"

The two exchanged a glance, both seeing the greed in the other's eyes.

"Open it!" Wang Kai rushed forward impatiently to push the doors.

Rumble—! Unexpectedly, these seemingly heavy bronze doors were not locked at all; they opened with a light push from Wang Kai.

As the doors slowly opened, an ancient and sharp Aura rushed towards them.

Following that was a dazzling golden light!

"Holy..." When they saw the scene behind the doors, everyone gasped.

This was a massive hall capable of holding thousands of people.

Inside the hall, hundreds of weapon racks were neatly arranged.

Every rack was filled with all kinds of weapons.

There were cold-glinting longswords, domineering giant axes, and radiant long spears...

Although a thousand years had passed, these weapons had not rusted; instead, they still emitted heart-palpitating fluctuations of Spiritual Artifact power.

Even on the high platform in the very center, a set of golden battle armor was suspended, with the faint sound of a Dragon roaring emanating from around it.

"I'm rich! I'm rich!" Wang Kai rushed in like a madman, heading straight for that set of golden battle armor.

"This must be the legendary Jade Burial Suit... no, it's the Heavenly God battle armor! It's mine!"

Master Zhang was not to be outdone, pouncing on a nearby rack and grabbing a whisk that emitted purple Qi.

"This is... the Zixiao Whisk? Good heavens! This is a Magical Artifact of the Ancestral Master level!"

The remaining mercenaries were also red-eyed and eager, rushing up to snatch the weapons that looked the most valuable.

The entire hall instantly turned into chaos.

Only Su Yang and his group stood at the entrance, not moving a muscle.

"Boss, aren't we going to grab any?" Reba looked at the room full of glitz and glamour; although she was a celebrity and had seen many big scenes, the visual impact of treasures everywhere was still too strong.

"Grab?" Su Yang stuffed his hands into his pockets, the corners of his mouth curling into a mocking arc.

"Fighting to be reincarnated?"

He activated his [Eye of Investigation].

In his vision, these seemingly shiny and bright "Sharp Weapons" were all wrapped in a layer of thick black Qi on their surface.

It was not Spiritual Qi.

It was resentment!

It was formed by the countless intruders who had died here over the past millennium, as well as the remnant souls of the original owners of the weapons!

"Ah—!!!" Sure enough, less than three seconds later, a shrill scream shattered the group's revelry.

The mercenary who had been the first to grab a long saber suddenly had bloodshot eyes, bulging eyeballs, and veins popping all over his body, wriggling like earthworms under his skin.

"Kill! Kill you all!" His voice became hoarse and berserk, not sounding like human speech at all.

Splat! He swung his blade violently, directly severing an arm from his companion nearby.

"What are you doing?! Have you gone mad?!"

"Hehehe... blood... I want blood..."

Following that, Master Zhang changed too. He clutched the whisk tightly, the expression on his face shifting from ecstasy to ferocity, with copious white foam flowing from the corners of his mouth.

"Audacious Prodigy! I am the incarnation of Taishang Laojun! Don't you dare hurry to your death!"

He brandished the whisk, unleashing sharp wind blades, attacking everything around him indiscriminately.

And the most miserable one was Wang Kai. As soon as he touched the golden battle armor, the armor seemed to have a life of its own, "clicking" and automatically fitting itself onto him.

"I am... General Meng Tian of the Great Qin! How can I have a home when the Xiongnu are not yet destroyed! Kill!!!"

Wang Kai let out a roar, pulled a hundred-pound greatsword from a nearby rack, and charged toward Su Yang at the entrance like an out-of-control tank!

"What... what is happening?!" Reba was terrified, her face turning pale as she hid behind Su Yang.

"Weapon malice entering the body, ghost Possession." Su Yang commented calmly.

"These weapons have been here for too long and have long since become ominous weapons."

"These idiots have weak willpower; the moment they touched them, they were controlled by the remnant souls within the weapons."

"Simply put... they've been possessed by ghosts."

While speaking, Wang Kai, wearing the golden armor, had already charged in front of him. That sword strike, carrying an Aura capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, slashed down fiercely!

"Boss, watch out!" Mary was about to make a move.

"No need." Su Yang waved his hand. He stood on the spot, neither dodging nor evading.

Just at the moment the greatsword was about to strike his forehead. Slap! Su Yang suddenly raised his hand. A crisp and loud slap!

For this slap, Su Yang used thirty percent of his strength, and his hand was also imbued with the golden light of the [Soul Suppression Incantation].

Boom! Wang Kai, along with the armor, spun in the air like a top for three and a half turns, then slammed heavily onto the ground.

His helmet flew off, revealing a face swollen like a pig's head.

"Are you awake?" Su Yang walked over and stepped on his chest.

"Uh... who am I? Where am I?" Wang Kai's eyes were unfocused; he was clearly stunned by the blow, but that frantic killing intent had dissipated quite a bit.

"Seems you're not fully awake yet." Slap! Su Yang backhanded him with another slap.

"How about now?"

"Awake... I'm awake! Stop hitting me! My teeth have fallen out!" Wang Kai spat out two bloodied molars and cried out, begging for mercy.

Whatever General of the Great Qin, whatever Xiongnu not yet destroyed—in the face of this beating, it was all just floating clouds!

After dealing with Wang Kai, Su Yang followed suit. His figure moved like lightning, weaving through the hall. Slap! Slap! Slap! The crisp sounds of slapping rose and fell, extremely rhythmic.

In less than a minute, the entire hall fell silent.

Everyone lay on the ground, holding their faces and groaning; although their faces were swollen, their eyes were clear.

This kind of "physical exorcism," while brutal, was superior in its efficiency.

"Alright, stop playing dead." Su Yang clapped his hands.

"Now, throw away all the junk in your hands."

"Junk?" Master Zhang held his face, looking at the whisk broken in two in his hand, his heart bleeding. "This is an ancient treasure..."

"Ancient treasure my ass." Su Yang walked over and kicked the pile of weapons to the center of the hall.

"System, get to work."

"Ding! Detected a large amount of low-level Spiritual Artifacts (damaged/cursed), recycle them?"

"Recycle."

Hum—! A white light flashed. The mountain-like pile of weapons instantly disappeared.

"Ding! Recycling successful! Obtained 1000 points!"

As expected, collecting scrap is the fastest way to get rich.

"My divine armor! My precious sword! How are they all gone?!" Looking at the empty hall, Wang Kai and the others were dumbfounded.

Is this Big Boss Su a magician? A moment ago there was such a huge pile of things, and in a swoosh, they were gone?

"I told you, I'm here to collect scrap." Su Yang was in a great mood, his gaze scanning the corners of the hall.

Finally, his gaze fixed beneath an inconspicuous weapon rack.

There, a pitch-black iron rod, looking like a fire poker, was tossed aside; it was covered in rust and even had a piece missing.

"That is..." Su Yang walked over and picked up the iron rod. It was extremely heavy in his hand, at least a thousand catties!

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for discovering a hidden treasure: [thunder-guiding divine needle] (Seal state)!"

"Description: The treasure of the ancient Thunder God Temple, can summon Nine Heavens profound thunder, break all techniques! Currently in a Seal state, requires lightning Spiritual Qi to activate."

"This is the real treasure." Su Yang wiped off the rust, revealing the dark golden patterns inside.

"These blind fools, ignoring the gold-inlaid jade to go snatch a pile of broken copper and iron."

Su Yang put away the [thunder-guiding divine needle] and turned to look at the end of the passage.

There, faint, dull heartbeats could be heard. Thump! Thump! Thump! It was as if some terrifying existence was awakening.

"The real big guy is right ahead." Su Yang's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Stay alert. What's coming next won't be solved by just slapping."