Wen Li wasn’t worried at all. She stood up, looked at Wangquan Sheng, and waved her hand.
“Fellow Daoist Mo, this is clearly a choice between Life and Death Gates. You pick.”
Wangquan Sheng frowned. “Are we each picking a door to enter separately?”
She clearly wanted him to be the guinea pig, testing the one-in-three probability of death.
“No, I never said that. It’s mainly because my luck is abysmal—zero for ten whenever I gamble. My disciple has the same unlucky constitution; she steps in dog poop just by walking out the door. I believe your chances of picking the Life Gate with your eyes closed and your feet are better than mine,” Wen Li said, sounding aggrieved.
She didn’t believe it for a second. According to her vast experience reading novels in her past life, could a door chosen by the protagonist actually lead to death?
With someone possessing such powerful Providence around, who else would she use? That evil fleeceball on his shoulder that was currently baring its teeth at her?
Wangquan Sheng remained half-skeptical after hearing her words, but letting him choose would also prevent the two of them from pulling any tricks.
“Fine. Since Fellow Daoist Yin trusts me so, I shall take the risk.”
Wen Li made a “please” gesture and pulled Zongzheng Huangyue to the side, preparing to rely on him for a cheat code.
Wangquan Sheng stepped forward and reached out to touch the stone walls of the three doors, his slender fingertips carefully tracing the strange inscriptions upon them. These were...
The Immortal Ancestor Inheritance Inscriptions he had seen once in the Wangquan Ancestral Temple before he became a cripple?
【Master, which door should I choose?】
The old man in the bone ring replied in his mind, 【Trust your intuition, because I don’t know either.】
Back then, he was only responsible for the burying; he wasn’t involved in the construction of the tomb.
Stupid old man.
Wangquan Sheng’s temple throbbed. He couldn't count on him. He looked at the other two doors and saw they also had bronze inscriptions. How was he supposed to choose? Emotion surged within him; he took a deep breath and reached out to touch the inscriptions again.
This time, Wangquan Sheng noticed that on the door to the left, some of the inscriptions were actually missing a piece—not a physical piece of the character, but a piece of the semantic meaning.
His expression tightened. He simply closed his eyes and cautiously released his divine sense to probe inside.
“Who dares trespass into the cave dwelling of Wangquan Wuho!”
Suddenly, a residual attack from the divine sense on the inscriptions instantly charged at his sea of consciousness, accompanied by the abrupt, deep, and overbearing voice of a man.
Not good!
Wangquan Sheng snapped his eyes open and immediately retreated, raising his sword to block!
But he had forgotten that this was a divine sense attack; an ordinary magical artifact couldn't block it at all. To others, it looked like a beam of cold light aiming straight for his brow. Wangquan Sheng’s soul trembled violently, nearly sent flying by the shock of that divine sense attack.
“Pfft!”
His body was slammed directly against the wall, and blood immediately gushed from the corner of his mouth.
“Eek!”
Wen Li quickly pulled Zongzheng Huangyue into a smooth crouch to avoid the shockwave of the divine sense attack. They stayed far away so the blood wouldn't splash on them.
How could Wangquan Wuho even hit his own descendant?
Then again, this descendant had come to dig up his grave and steal his arrow; it was only natural for him to vent a bit.
As for the black fluffball on Wangquan Sheng’s shoulder, it had already hidden far away before either of the two women could move.
The world where only Wangquan Sheng got hurt in the entire temporary team was achieved.
Wangquan Sheng supported himself with his sword and spoke coldly toward the door on the left.
“This is the one.”
As for why, he didn't give a reason.
He had been busy reacting just now and hadn't noticed the others scrambling to stay out of the way.
Wen Li stood up with Zongzheng Huangyue and stepped forward with an expression of deep concern and gratitude. “Oh my, Fellow Daoist Mo, are you alright? I don’t have any medicine on me, otherwise, I would definitely give it all to you. You’ve really gone through so much trouble. What would this team do without you?”
“Big Brother Mo, you’re so amazing. I have a handkerchief here; please wipe the blood.” Zongzheng Huangyue also spoke up “delicately,” her brow furrowed in her disguised form of a delicate white flower.
She pulled out the handkerchief Wen Li had used to wipe her shoes while crawling through the hole.
Wangquan Sheng was suspicious. Why had these two suddenly changed their attitudes? He remained wary of them and rejected the handkerchief Zongzheng Huangyue offered.
“Thank you, Fellow Daoists, but that won't be necessary. Let's enter the door quickly.”
He raised his sleeve and casually wiped the blood from his mouth.
Zongzheng Huangyue lowered her head in disappointment. “...Alright then.”
Wangquan Sheng found this even more bizarre. He wasn't so self-absorbed as to think he could make a female cultivator develop feelings for him after just one meeting, yet the disappointment in her eyes was genuine.
It reminded him of someone. She had looked at him the same way when she left back then.
But he didn't have time to overthink it. He lifted his sword and grabbed the waddling black fluffball from the ground, placing it back on his shoulder. “Fellow Daoist Yin, I’ll go in first.”
“Right. Let’s use the Immortal-Binding Rope to bind us all together, lest we encounter some weirdness behind the door and get separated.” Wen Li pulled something out from her storage bag.
Zongzheng Huangyue: “...” She could tell that her master really wanted to ride on Wangquan Sheng’s coattails.
Although Wangquan Sheng was somewhat wary of the two, traveling as a trio was the best option in this place.
“Fine.”
The three of them quickly tied the same Immortal-Binding Rope around their waists, while the black fluffball was stuffed into Wangquan Sheng’s robe. They entered the large door on the left simultaneously.
Boom—
The moment their feet landed, the ground rippled like lake water. The three of them rapidly plunged downward, disappearing into the gateway.
Silence returned to the area.
Wen Li wasn’t wrong. Following Wangquan Sheng meant they wouldn't die even if they picked a Death Gate, and furthermore, Wangquan Sheng had chosen the Life Gate correctly. Unfortunately, she had forgotten another law regarding protagonists: they fight ghosts, they fight monsters, and once the monsters are dead, they weep for their teammates.
The teammates are sacrificed to the heavens so the protagonist can ascend to immortality.
In another space beneath the tomb, the sky was dim and filled with a crimson hue. The surroundings looked like a battlefield forgotten for centuries. Corpses were everywhere; there were no trees, only occasional patches of green grass, and mostly sand and wind filled the air.
Opening one’s mouth meant a mouthful of sand; one swallow of spit later, and you’ve had a bowl of grit-porridge without even trying.
On the vast, dry earth.
Three figures were fleeing in a pathetic state. This space was strange; they actually couldn't fly on their swords. They could only sprint on their own two legs. Behind them was a dense, teeming mass of thousands upon thousands of skeletons with no flesh, nothing but bone, chasing them frantically like a zombie siege.
Wen Li ran so hard her legs were nearly knotting. “Ahhh!!! No one told me that even teammates with a bad relationship have to be sacrificed too! Help!”
That brat Wangquan Sheng had reacted the moment they entered and saw those motionless skeletons sitting on the ground, immediately untying the Immortal-Binding Rope. Now he was running in the lead!
Not only could they not fly here, but they couldn’t even channel their spiritual energy. It was as if they had returned to a mortal world devoid of spiritual energy’s nourishment.
Those skeletons could only give chase using their bare bone feet.
It wasn't that they hadn't thought about fighting them bare-handed, but those skeletons seemed to regenerate infinitely. It would only be a matter of time before their stamina was depleted, so running was better.
Zongzheng Huangyue said nothing, simply snatching up loose skeleton heads embedded in the ground and hurling them at the thousands of skeleton zombies behind them.
She was so focused on running while picking things up from the ground that she didn’t have a chance to look. The next item she picked up felt wrong; it had fur.
She looked down.
“Hiss!”
It was the black fluffball brought by Wangquan Sheng. At some point, it had run up beside her to watch the show. The little red horn on its head twitched as it immediately bared its teeth and hissed at her. Its jagged, sharp teeth glinted faintly, and its eyes held a malicious smile as if it were gloating over their misfortune.
It looked infuriating.
Just as annoying as its owner.
Zongzheng Huangyue narrowed her eyes and smiled. Her running feet came to a sudden halt, kicking up tomb dust as she braked hard. She turned around, her right hand firmly winding up the black fluffball and spinning it rapidly like a washing machine on high speed.
“Get lost!”
Shoom!
In the next second, the black fluffball flew like a projectile, hurtling toward the relentlessly pursuing skeleton zombies.
“Ah! Ow!”
Roar!
It instantly knocked the skull caps off dozens of skeleton zombies.
Zongzheng Huangyue immediately spun around and resumed her non-stop sprint forward.
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