Xu Mu Unexpectedly Obtains a Treasure

"I have no idea!"

Miao He looked up with an innocent expression, her silver hair that usually covered her eyes falling away, revealing them.

However, in the dim space, no one noticed her crimson pupils.

"Stop acting cute in front of me! I'll give you one more chance to choose your words carefully."

Xu Mu crossed his arms, looking calmly at Miao He. "Are you so sure there's no more danger ahead?"

"Sigh, who saved my life, after all."

Miao He had been struggling with whether or not to tell Xu Mu.

After all, this treasure came from the Jiuli tribe, and deep down, she didn't want other races to obtain it.

But upon reflection, if it weren't for Xu Mu, she might be dead.

Moreover, Xu Mu was right—who knew if there were more dangers ahead?

Miao He took a deep breath and continued, "The stele says 'Jiuli Tian Yuan Year,' which should correspond to the Tang dynasty."

Hearing this, Xu Mu was inwardly shocked. It seemed the Jiuli tribe had indeed continued from the era of Yan and Huang until today.

"According to records, there was internal conflict within the Jiuli tribe at that time. Both sides fought to the death. This one here was a commander who died in battle during that period."

As Miao He spoke, she pointed to the top of this spacious area. "The entrance is up high."

Xu Mu looked up, then stepped on Cloud Steps to reach the high point, reaching out to touch the ceiling.

Sure enough, he discovered traces of an array formation.

"Come down. Even if you know the exit is up there, you can't open it..."

Before Miao He could finish, her eyes widened in disbelief.

Because light suddenly appeared on the ceiling, followed by a black hole opening up.

"Impossible! You... are you from the Jiuli tribe?"

Miao He couldn't believe it. This array formation came from their Jiuli tribe.

It was never taught to outsiders, so how could Xu Mu solve it?

Xu Mu landed back on the ground and said to the others, "Let's go first!"

He wrapped his arms around Dai Xingluo's and Meng Wanyue's waists, took two steps, and entered the formation.

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Chen Xuan leaped up and followed.

Four butterflies appeared around Miao He, each grabbing her collar, slowly carrying her up to the high point.

Finally, she too entered the hole in the ceiling.

Upon arriving here, Miao He immediately walked over to Xu Mu. "Tell me, how did you know?"

"I have some knowledge of array formations."

Xu Mu had discovered something: his title of 'Primary Array Master' was a conceptual-level existence.

As long as an array formation was primary-level, the solution would automatically appear in his mind.

No matter what kind of array it was, or who set it up.

The feeling was like arithmetic—addition, subtraction, multiplication, division—which is elementary school knowledge.

But a continuous series of a hundred numbers of arithmetic, theoretically solvable by an elementary student, would take a very long time.

Xu Mu, however, was like a calculator, knowing the answer instantly.

Miao He gave Xu Mu a deep look. Just who was this person?

It felt like he knew everything.

"Brother, look!"

Dai Xingluo pointed ahead and said.

Xu Mu looked into the distance and saw a massive square stone platform ahead.

At the four corners of the platform were stone pillars over ten meters tall.

From each pillar, a chain extended, and in the very center, a cube-shaped black box was suspended in mid-air by the chains.

Miao He walked over and said, "This is a Jiuli tradition, commonly called 'sky burial.' Birds are one of the Jiuli totems, so they are not buried in the earth."

"Why is the coffin cube-shaped?"

Chen Xuan asked curiously.

"The Jiuli are all brave warriors. Even in death, they do not lie down."

As Miao He spoke, she leaped up onto the high coffin.

At that moment, a silver-haired man in black armor dropped down from the distance.

He held a greatsword and thrust it towards Miao He's head.

"Watch out!"

Xu Mu immediately used Cloud Steps, charging over and throwing out a phantom sword.

Bang!

The silver-haired man shattered Xu Mu's phantom sword with one swing of his sword.

Miao He seized the chance to jump down from the coffin, her heart pounding with fear. Luckily, Xu Mu had come along.

Meanwhile, Chen Xuan, holding his firewood knife, also leaped high into the air.

"Firewood Chopping First Form: Mountain Splitter!"

Boom!

Golden arcs of electricity burst from Chen Xuan's firewood knife.

The silver-haired man gripped his greatsword, and a black aura surfaced on it.

Swish!

He likewise swung his sword towards Chen Xuan.

Boom!

Their attacks collided, creating a shockwave right beside the coffin, causing it to sway dangerously before finally crashing down onto the stone platform.

Crack!

A flash of sword light. Xu Mu, stepping on Cloud Steps, flashed behind the silver-haired man and beheaded him with one sword stroke.

"Brother Mu, nice teamwork!"

Chen Xuan smiled, but his smile froze.

Because the silver-haired man's attack didn't cease; he turned and slashed at Xu Mu.

"He was already dead, driven by a gu inside his body."

Miao He spread her arms. "Leave the rest to me!"

Over a dozen butterflies flew from her body, all entering the man's body through the severed neck.

The silver-haired man suddenly stopped, his body trembling violently before finally rolling on the ground.

Miao He's eyes widened now. "What a powerful gu!"

She pressed her palms together, circulating the power within her.

Two blood-red butterflies flew out from her body.

The butterflies turned into light, entering the silver-haired man's body. Within seconds, the man stopped moving.

Miao He now bowed to the coffin, then stepped forward and opened it.

A foul stench instantly wafted out.

When the smell dissipated, they all looked inside.

A skeleton sat on a chair, propping its cheek with one hand.

Beside it was a weapon rack, filled with swords, knives, and daggers—everything one could need.

On the other side was a stone table holding a wine jar. Underneath the jar were several metal plates.

Xu Mu and Chen Xuan were the first to walk over.

Just as the two stepped inside the coffin, a light shot from the ring on the skeleton's thumb, streaking towards Chen Xuan.

After the light flew out, the ring shattered with a crisp sound.

"Careful!"

Xu Mu immediately stepped in front of Chen Xuan, swinging down hard with his black longsword.

But the red light passed through his sword and entered Xu Mu's brow.

"Brother Mu! Are you okay?"

Chen Xuan immediately pulled Xu Mu back out, asking with concern.

Xu Mu frowned slightly. Not only was he fine, he felt a new cultivation technique had appeared in his mind.

He glanced at Chen Xuan, feeling a bit embarrassed inside.

Under normal circumstances, this technique should have been Chen Xuan's, the protagonist's, opportunity.

Who would have thought that by blocking it, it ended up with him instead.

"Director Xu!"

Meng Wanyue immediately came over, her face full of worry.

"I'm fine. I don't know what that was just now."

Xu Mu shook his head slightly, then said, "There are far fewer treasures here than I imagined."

"I told you earlier, he died during internal strife. It was a time when they needed all hands on deck. Using treasures as burial goods would have been suicidal."

Miao He walked in, first taking the wine jar and examining the metal plates underneath. Her face showed great surprise. "Three Xuan-grade techniques! So there are treasures after all!"

The others also nodded inwardly. Xuan-grade techniques—once you knew the words, you could cultivate them.

Perhaps these few manuals were merely copies. As for cultivation techniques above the Earth rank, he likely intended to leave them for future generations and thus did not bring them into the tomb.

Xu Mu, observing the expressions of the others, revealed a smile. Profound rank techniques were indeed decent, but he personally couldn't bring himself to care for them.

"What the hell?"

Miao He opened the wine jar and suddenly exclaimed.