Chapter 270 - 114: Corpse Hair Wind! Secret Treasure of a Qi Cultivator Sect

Chapter 270: Chapter 114: Corpse Hair Wind! Secret Treasure of a Qi Cultivator Sect

A blessing? Or a curse?

Countless questions churned in their minds, and the atmosphere suddenly grew heavy and oppressive.

"Enough! What’s the point of dwelling on it?" Zhou Tiankuo suddenly barked, his voice like a clap of thunder that yanked everyone from their tangled thoughts and back to reality.

His gaze, as sharp as a hawk’s, swept across the dead-silent, blood-red land. "Our priority is to stay on high alert! The Zhou family has explored the first and second levels of this tomb many times before. Anything of value was plundered long ago. Let’s not waste any more time here. We need to get to the third level!"

His words jolted them, and they instantly pushed those distant, grand questions to the back of their minds.

’Zhou Tiankuo is right,’ they thought. ’We’re in a dangerous place. Our priority is to find treasure and stay alive. Who has the time to anxiously debate vague legends?’

"Let’s go!" Zhou Tiankuo ordered, picking a direction and striding forward.

The others immediately followed suit.

After decades of repeated clearings by the Zhou family, the zombies that once infested the first level of the ancient tomb had been all but annihilated, and most of the known traps had been disarmed.

However, safety also meant barrenness.

Any opportunities or treasures had long since been picked clean by their predecessors.

’This place is truly a godforsaken wasteland where not even a blade of grass will grow!’

As he walked, Lin Yi quietly activated his Mosquito Avatar’s tracking map.

An area with a forty-kilometer radius materialized clearly in his mind’s eye.

However, the map was completely dead—not a single point of energy flickered within it.

The first level, just as Zhou Tiankuo had said, had been picked completely clean.

’We have to get to the third level as quickly as possible!’

Lin Yi wasn’t the only one with this thought.

The others in the group were just as anxious.

They had all come for the treasures hidden in the tomb’s depths.

Naturally, they were eager to reach the third level, which was rumored to be the richest in resources.

Despite their eagerness, the group did not move quickly.

Du Qi led the way, taking each step with extreme caution.

The zombies on the first level might have been cleared, but who could guarantee that no ancient traps still lurked in the shadows?

In this bizarre, blood-red world, it was better to be safe than sorry.

WHOOSH!!

Just then, a bizarre whirlwind whipped up ahead without any warning!

The whirlwind kicked up scarlet dust and carried with it countless fine, dark-red hairs that squirmed faintly as if they were alive. It let out a strange wailing sound as it hurtled toward the group!

"Move! It’s a ’Corpse Hair Wind’!"

Zhou Tiankuo’s pupils constricted as he roared, his body flashing backward and to the side like a bolt of lightning!

The others reacted in a flash.

A golden light flared around Lei Gang’s body, Liu Mei moved like a phantom using her Body Technique, and Du Qi and Zhao Zhuo each unleashed their own Divine Abilities. Lin Yi pushed his Thunder Light Step to its absolute limit, avoiding the whirlwind’s direct path by a hair’s breadth.

The whirlwind, filled with countless red hairs, howled past where they had just been standing, its foul stench making them want to gag.

Only after the whirlwind vanished over the horizon did the shaken group cautiously reconvene.

"That ’Corpse Hair Wind’ is a bizarre phenomenon unique to this ancient tomb!"

Zhou Tiankuo’s expression was grave. His gaze fell on Lin Yi, the only newcomer, as he explained in a low voice,

"Although the Zhou family has mostly cleared out the zombies on the first two levels, these winds, which are saturated with the tomb’s deathly aura and malevolence, can’t be eliminated."

"The red corpse hair in the wind is incredibly sinister. It carries a potent toxin and a strange parasitic power! If it so much as touches a Martial Artist, the hairs will burrow into their flesh like living creatures, devour their Qi and Blood, and eventually transform them into a mindless, red-furred monster!"

"Remember, if you encounter this wind, do not try to withstand it. You must do everything in your power to evade it immediately!"

Lin Yi’s scalp tingled as he listened. Watching the spot where the whirlwind had vanished, he nodded gravely, a cold sweat breaking out on his back.

’If I had been even a split second slower...’

He was now getting a true taste of the ancient tomb’s danger and strangeness. This was no game.

On the path that followed, the group was attacked by the "Corpse Hair Wind" four more times.

Each time, it was like the Grim Reaper’s scythe grazing past them.

The group was on maximum alert, sensing the winds from a distance and evading them in advance, but they still had one close call after another.

Other than the unpredictable Corpse Hair Wind, they encountered no other substantial dangers along the way.

「Over half an hour later.」

An ancient altar built from dark-red Giant Stones appeared on the horizon.

Its surface was covered in profound, inscrutable runes, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura.

"We’re here!" Zhou Tiankuo’s spirits lifted. He was the first to step onto the altar’s mottled stone steps. "Let’s go. To the second level!"

Lei Gang, Du Qi, Liu Mei, and Zhao Zhuo followed without hesitation.

Lin Yi also took a deep breath and stepped onto the altar, his Mosquito Avatar landing silently on his shoulder.

Standing in the center of the altar, Zhou Tiankuo once again channeled his Qi and Blood, pressing his palm into a runic groove at its core.

VMM!

The runes carved on the altar lit up one by one, erupting with a blinding light!

A thick pillar of white light shot toward the sky.

It instantly swallowed the six figures on the altar!

The light was blinding.

The pulling sensation of spatial transference returned.

But the feeling was much briefer than when they had entered the first level.

The light faded.

The scene before Lin Yi’s eyes changed once more.

The sky was still red, but here the red was deeper, more viscous than on the first level—like congealed blood, radiating a heart-stopping oppressiveness.

The air had also grown thicker, making every breath feel laborious and heavy with a stronger stench of blood and rot.