readease Chapter 1285: The Corpse in the Corpse Coffin
Chapter 1285: The Corpse in the Corpse Coffin
Translator: CinderTL
Song Wen, overhearing the conversation between Jian Xiao and Heng Ziping, finally realized that the anomaly in the Gang Qi Waterfall hadn’t been caused by him and Heng Ziping’s group. Instead, it was Jian Xiao and his three companions who had disturbed the Xun Heaven Divine Ox.
"Thank you for your assistance, senior," Song Wen said, clasping his hands in a gesture of gratitude toward Wang Qiuyue. He was thanking her for intervening earlier to save him.
"Don’t thank me. Thank Bai Wei instead. Sigh! I don’t know what she’s thinking, always falling for demonic cultivators like you. With her strength and status, she could have any man she wanted, yet she insists on getting emotionally involved!"
Wang Qiuyue didn’t speak aloud but transmitted her thoughts telepathically, her gaze sweeping across the tomb chamber.
Song Wen didn’t bother to explain further. Before entering the Turbid Spirit Realm, Wang Qiuyue had already misunderstood his relationship with Bai Wei.
Song Wen began to examine the tomb chamber more closely.
The four Body Integration Stage cultivators inside each held a ball of flame in their palms, raised above their heads, which barely illuminated the entire chamber.
They stood on a flat area with a half-zhang-tall Stone Platform in front of them. The platform was about three zhang wide, and in its center sat a Bronze Corpse Coffin, presumably containing the tomb master’s remains.
On either side of the tomb chamber, there were doorways, but no stone doors. The light from the flames couldn’t penetrate beyond them, making them appear like Black Holes, their contents unknown. They were likely side chambers for storing the master’s personal belongings or treasures from their lifetime.
Everyone’s gaze was fixed on the corpse coffin atop the Stone Platform, yet no one dared to open it rashly.
Divine sense couldn’t leave their bodies here. To open the coffin without causing damage, someone would have to climb the platform and do it by hand. But the coffin’s contents were unknown, and the person opening it could face danger.
"The master of this tomb used a Divine Beast to guard it. Their power must have been extraordinary. Within this corpse coffin, there must be treasures and cultivation techniques left behind. Which fellow daoist is willing to open the coffin and seize this opportunity?"
After Jian Xiao spoke, he scanned the crowd, but no one responded. His gaze then fell on Song Wen.
"Junior Gou Jun, why don’t you open the corpse coffin?"
"This junior’s cultivation is too weak to covet such treasures," Song Wen replied respectfully, clasping his hands in a bow.
Jian Xiao’s expression darkened, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.
"Junior Gou Jun, if heaven offers you a chance and you refuse it, you’ll surely suffer for it. I advise you to open the coffin obediently."
Before Song Wen could respond, Wang Qiuyue spoke first.
"Jian Xiao, you’re a sword cultivator who’s been famous for many years. Isn’t it inappropriate to pressure a junior like this?"
Jian Xiao replied, "Fellow Daoist Wang, though I don’t know the nature of your relationship that makes you so protective of Junior Gou Jun, you can protect him for a moment, but not for a lifetime. Once his identity is revealed, he’ll be besieged by the three great sects when he leaves the Turbid Spirit Realm. Especially Fellow Daoist Fan Kang of your sect—he despises demonic cultivators with a burning hatred. At that point, I wonder if you’ll still be able to protect him?"
Wang Qiuyue asked, "Jian Xiao, what do you mean by this?"
Jian Xiao said, "If Junior Gou Jun is willing to open the coffin, I can promise that the three of us from the Myriad Swords Pavilion present here will never reveal his identity. And Fellow Daoist Tang He will surely keep his secret as well."
Wang Qiuyue didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she turned to Song Wen.
Having intervened twice to help ’Gou Jun’, she had already fulfilled her promise to Bai Wei.
Moreover, this matter concerned Song Wen’s life and death, so he had to make the decision himself.
Song Wen’s expression remained calm, but in his heart, he felt a flicker of resentment toward Jian Xiao—and even the entire Myriad Swords Pavilion.
First, Heng Ziping had tried to kill him to seize his treasure. Then, Gu Huang had sought to kill him to avenge Wang Qiuyue. Now, Jian Xiao wanted him to risk his life to open the Corpse Coffin.
It seemed he was cursed to clash with the Myriad Swords Pavilion. Whenever he crossed paths with someone from the Pavilion, nothing good ever came of it.
"Since Senior Jian Xiao has extended such a gracious invitation, this junior naturally cannot be ungrateful. I shall venture forth to see what opportunities lie within this Corpse Coffin."
As he spoke, Song Wen stepped toward the Stone Platform.
There were no stairs, but fortunately, the platform was only half a zhang high. When he reached the platform’s edge, Song Wen flipped over and leaped onto it.
Simultaneously, the finger on his hand bearing the storage ring twitched slightly, and a silver talisman silently appeared in his sleeve.
Furthermore, he had prepared to activate the life-substitution art.
His divine sense couldn’t leave his body, meaning the life-substitution art couldn’t teleport him elsewhere. However, the Minor Teleportation Talisman could. If any danger truly lurked within this tomb chamber, he would certainly not be the first to die.
Song Wen landed on the Stone Platform and didn’t rush forward. He stood still for a moment, observing for any signs of change. Only after confirming that nothing unusual was happening did he slowly take a step toward the Bronze Corpse Coffin at the platform’s center.
The five cultivators below the Stone Platform held their breath, their eyes fixed on Song Wen.
Jian Xiao and the other three Body Integration Stage cultivators in particular wore expressions of both intense vigilance and barely suppressed eagerness.
Under their gaze, Song Wen spent over a dozen breaths, finally taking five steps to cover the ten-foot distance and reach the Bronze Corpse Coffin.
His eyes sharp as an eagle’s, Song Wen carefully examined the coffin.
It was remarkably ordinary, devoid of any Spiritual Qi fluctuations, resembling nothing more than a common coffin from the mortal world.
The carvings on its surface were not arcane runes or formation patterns, but simple, crude illustrations.
On the coffin lid, two scenes were depicted.
One showed a man ascending to the heavens, bathed in celestial light; the other depicted the same man surrounded by numerous female attendants, indulging in a life of pleasure.
These illustrations seemed somewhat vulgar, entirely unlike what one would expect on the coffin of a high-level cultivator. They resembled more the coffins of emperors and generals from the mortal world.
Song Wen’s gaze shifted to the seam between the lid and the coffin body.
He reached out, his fingers hooking into the gap, and then pulled with all his might.
With a sudden crash, the lid flew off, revealing a mangled corpse.
The mangled corpse had only half a skull remaining, missing its right arm and left leg, with a gaping hole in its chest.
Moreover, its entire body was charred black, as if struck by heavenly thunder.
The corpse suddenly opened its eyes, its crimson pupils fixed on Song Wen.
(End of the Chapter)
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