88: Treasures are endless, everyone is greedy

“What a great place!”

The Liu Zhuan Legacy holder’s eyes lit up. He laughed greedily, his entire body’s spiritual power boiling. Suddenly accelerating, he shot towards a pavilion like a meteor.

The Green Grass Legacy holder also exclaimed, “We three families agreed to share. How can we let you take all the treasures yourself?”

With that, he also activated his movement technique, leaving a long trail of fire, like a streaking light, instantly vanishing.

“How are they so fast?”

Jie Liuhang watched the two, a sense of unease in his heart. Their speed was too great, not like Qi Refining Cultivators. Could it be that this place boosted Legacy holders?

Before he could think further, people from the three clubs all crowded through the main gate, but as soon as they stepped inside, their expressions changed.

“This place suppresses us!”

Someone exclaimed, their spiritual power blocked, even their body movements slowed. Their voice also slowed, as if they had become a dying person, old and frail.

Originally, the three families had agreed to search for treasures together and then distribute them afterward. But now, in this situation, Jie Liuhang and Zong Zishui were both surprised and delighted. Then, Jie Liuhang shouted,

“Since the treasury is open, let’s each rely on our own abilities to seize treasures. Each family gets whatever they can!”

“Damn you, you’re breaking your word!”

Shao Kaitian cursed. Their Red Rain group didn’t have a Legacy holder, and their Foundation Establishment Cultivators were suppressed, making them far inferior to those two Qi Refining Cultivators. If it truly came down to individual treasure hunting, his family would get very little.

Before he could curse more, he saw the last Legacy holder, the sudden outsider, also begin to move.

Terrifyingly, his entire body emitted dazzling Buddhist light. He ascended on light, his practice clothes blending with the brilliance, as if he had donned a kasaya. The entire person shot towards the depths.

“He’s actually a Foundation Establishment Cultivator!”

Seeing this scene, everyone exclaimed in unison, all shocked by the power displayed by the Mage.

Only the Mage himself secretly groaned. This was not his own strength; it was clearly the method the monk had placed on him.

This method was brilliant, mobilizing the spiritual power within him, and with Bai Chan (White Cicada)’s activation, it allowed the monk to remain uninvolved while also allowing the Mage to overpower the crowd here and seize treasures without hindrance.

At this moment, a series of Buddhist lights appeared before the Mage’s eyes. A bright, dazzling light hung in the depths. Without a doubt, this was the treasure the monk wanted him to obtain.

‘I wonder if I’ll still be alive after this wave. If so, will I get any treasures?’

As the Mage flew deeper, he pondered in his heart, his inner greed stirred.

Normally, with his strength and information, he would absolutely have no way to enter this secret realm to seize treasures. He could only watch as the three major clubs divided the treasures, then snowballing into greater power. Eventually, he himself would probably have to join a guild under a club, just like in other online games.

But now he found that neither the club players nor professional players like Jie Liuhang, Zong Zishui, and Shao Kaitian were the protagonists of this secret realm.

The apparent protagonists were the three Legacy holders, who were not suppressed and even received some kind of boost, becoming faster and stronger here. They could subtly resonate with the surrounding Legacy, clearly destined to seize treasures and gain Opportunities.

But the true protagonists were actually the high-level Cultivators hidden in the shadows. They possessed heaven-defying methods, closely observing everything, merely needing the Legacy holders below to seize the treasures.

‘That monk must be one of them, but the other two Legacy holders definitely have people watching over them too. Everyone is just a chess piece for the high-level Cultivators, everyone is a chess piece…’

As a chess piece, he should have been angry. The Mage was indeed initially terrified and angry, even wanting to log off immediately and curse the Huan Meng on the forums.

But very quickly, he thought of the key point:

If he didn’t become a chess piece for a big shot, if he didn’t use the power of these native NPCs, how could he possibly compete with those professional players, those rich magnates?

‘Perhaps I’ll be killed after I leave, perhaps I’ll lose my value after obtaining the Legacy, but no matter what, this is my Opportunity…’

The Mage’s entire body flickered with Buddhist light as he rapidly flew deeper.

The other two Legacy holders, however, did not go directly into the depths. Instead, they both rushed into a cluster of pavilions, smashing through the thresholds and tumbling inside, only managing to rein in their power with great difficulty.

Inside the pavilion, thirty-two bronze lamps were arranged, their flames burning with a bubbling aura. In the center was a piece of broken black slag, perhaps the residue of a failed Artifact Refining attempt.

“Good stuff!”

The Liu Zhuan Legacy holder’s eyes lit up. He went directly to a bronze lamp, waved his hand, pulled it out, and directly stuffed it into his storage ring, the greed on his face becoming increasingly obvious.

“Mine! All mine!”

The Green Grass Legacy holder was equally excited, vying for the bronze lamps with him.

Both of them knew very well that this secret realm must have existed for a long time, but the brilliance on the bronze lamps had lingered for ages, so they were definitely not ordinary items.

Coupled with the slag in the center and the layout of the pavilion resembling a fire chamber, it wasn’t hard to guess that these bronze lamps were beneficial for Artifact Refining. Their grade should not be low, perhaps even good treasures used by Golden Core Cultivators.

Thus, without any suspense, the two Qi Refining Cultivators began to fight fiercely here. Flames rose, colliding and exploding, sending out earth-shattering sounds.

The other Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment Cultivators around them also dispersed, rushing into other pavilions.

“A Pill Furnace! There’s a Pill Furnace here!”

“I found the warehouse! It’s protected by a Formation, and there are Spirit Medicines for Alchemy inside!”

“Heh, these are refined artifacts! They’re all mine, Liu Zhuan!”

Within the secret realm, everyone was in chaos.

There were simply too many good things. Almost every room had treasures, perhaps unrefined spirit ores, or perfectly preserved Spirit Medicines, or even Medicinal Pills and artifacts of unknown grade.

“Cultivation Technique Jade Slip!”

Suddenly, someone exclaimed.

Everyone present turned their gaze towards it, even professional players like Zong Zishui.

Soon, they saw it. It was a pavilion distinctly different from the others, imbued with Immortal Qi, with multiple levels. Each level had sealed Jade Slips, neatly arranged, like a Scripture Pavilion.

At this point, the people from the three clubs could no longer hold back. They all surged towards the Scripture Pavilion, attacking each other. Spiritual lights flickered, flames rose, water currents surged, and earth Dragons flew. Almost everyone was unleashing their techniques, and a chaotic battle was on the verge of breaking out.

‘That monk doesn’t even want a Cultivation Technique Legacy?’

On the other side, the Mage was suddenly surprised to see this scene. The Buddhist light did not guide him to the most obviously important Scripture Pavilion, but was still leading him deeper.

As he slowly descended, he finally saw clearly: it was an Artifact Refining Room where flames had lingered for a long time. In the center was a golden vajra, about three people tall, carved with Auspicious Beast patterns, with golden lotuses adorning both ends, its luster extraordinary.

The Mage looked closely. Although he didn’t know much about the various Dao Lineages, he had specifically collected Buddhist information after his soul-transmigration death. He immediately realized:

‘The owner of this tomb, that Golden Core Cultivator, probably had connections with Buddhist practitioners long ago!’