Chapter 125: A Peerless Treasure

  "It's out... it's out!" Yang Tian exclaimed in a low, excited voice as he pulled out a bloodstone the size of a human head. His face was filled with ecstasy. The energy contained within was astonishing, with divine patterns soaring into the sky and a sea of blood-like energy surging endlessly, an awe-inspiring sight.

  "So big... so big!" Qing Yuan's eyes gleamed as he stared at the bloodstone in Yang Tian's arms. He couldn't help but let out a loud exclamation. This single stone was worth all their previous finds combined. It was a rare treasure, something even a peak Dao artifact couldn't compare to.

  "Not good, someone's coming!" Just as they stored the bloodstone, several figures appeared in the distance, rushing toward them. Shan Qu instantly cried out in alarm.

  The aura of the newcomers was overwhelming. Yang Tian could faintly sense that several of them had locked onto their group with their spiritual senses.

  "Damn it, there's another big one down there. What do we do?" Qing Yuan scratched his head, his face a mix of frustration and anxiety, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

  "Let them have it. Let those old guys fight over it. We'll head deeper inside," Xing Hao said with a vicious grin. The group quickly picked up their pace, moving much faster than before.

  As the newcomers arrived, they were immediately drawn to the energy emanating from the ground. One of the old men roared, "A huge supreme bloodstone! This is a supreme bloodstone! I've struck gold!"

  "A supreme bloodstone the size of a human head! This place is a treasure trove!"

  The old men went wild, completely forgetting about the youngsters they had been chasing. They began fighting among themselves, their roars echoing through the cave as violent energy waves spread.

  The bloodstone, the size of a human head, became the center of a fierce struggle. Such a treasure had incredible effects on breaking through cultivation bottlenecks.

  "Those old guys are really going at it," Yang Tian said with a smile, sensing the chaotic energy fluctuations behind them.

  "Let's move quickly. There's a door up ahead," Yang Tian urged. The group rushed forward, passing by several more supreme bloodstones without stopping to collect them. If they were discovered, it would draw unwanted attention.

  When they reached the large stone door, they tried to push it open, but it was impossibly heavy. Even with all his strength, Yang Tian couldn't budge it an inch.

  "What kind of material is this door made of? It's ridiculously heavy."

  "Even with the three of us working together, we can't move it. What do we do?"

  *Clang!* After a moment of thought, Yang Tian took out the broken sword and began cutting into the stone door.

  He wanted to carve an opening, but the door was dozens of feet thick. Just as he broke through the last layer of stone, a surge of ancient energy burst forth.

  The dense, life-filled ancient energy gushed out like a fountain, accompanied by an incredibly rich medicinal fragrance.

  "Damn it, let's get inside! There are spirit herbs!" Sensing the medicinal aroma, the group was both excited and alarmed. The energy fluctuation was too strong, and the old monsters behind them would surely notice.

  Inside the palace, it was like a fairyland. Radiant light surrounded towering mountains, and the air was filled with an unimaginable energy. The medicinal fragrance was intoxicating.

  The palace was vast, spanning tens of thousands of feet. Mist drifted through the air, and the peaks were adorned with magnificent buildings, each exuding an aura of splendor.

  "Look... spirit herbs that are definitely beyond the seventh rank!" The group's eyes locked onto a medicinal field where seven spirit herbs grew together, surrounded by radiant light, dazzling and beautiful.

  As they approached, every pore in their bodies seemed to open. Their flesh and blood felt as if they were being refined, and their energy surged. The potency of these herbs was astounding, and their age was impossible to determine.

  One of the herbs was only the size of a palm, glowing with golden light. Its nine leaves shimmered, and golden dragons formed from the medicinal energy, spitting mist. It was a breathtaking sight.

  The medicinal field itself had become a treasure, covered in a five-colored glow and shrouded in mist. Every inch of it was a priceless treasure, having accumulated energy over countless years.

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  "How many years have these been growing? They've even manifested phenomena," Qing Yuan muttered, swallowing hard. Each of these herbs could extend one's lifespan.

  "The medicinal field... this is a treasure in itself..." Yang Tian's attention was completely captured by the five-colored field. Sensing the energy within, he couldn't help but lick his dry lips.

  This was a peerless treasure land. Planting spirit herbs here would cause them to grow rapidly. The energy contained within was far more valuable than the herbs themselves.

  "How many years have these been sealed here? These herbs must be over fifty thousand years old!" Shan Qu was beside himself with excitement, unable to contain his awe.

  "Arf!" Xiao Bai's eyes sparkled as drool dripped from his mouth. He circled the area, his little white tail wagging, but it was clear from his expression that he couldn't enter.

  Seeing Xiao Bai's behavior, the group immediately realized something was wrong. Their eyes quickly scanned the surroundings.

  "Damn it... there's a formation here! That old bastard set up a formation!" Xing Hao roared, his killing intent flaring. The formation was too complex for them to break through.

  "I want to know what's inside," Yang Tian murmured. Behind the spirit herbs was a dark cave, and the Ancestral Dragon Ring was pointing directly toward it.

  Just as they were marveling at the herbs, several powerful figures entered the cave. Their eyes were instantly drawn to the seven spirit herbs.

  "This... this is a peerless treasure!" one of the old men exclaimed, his eyes filled with a maddened greed, like a starving man seeing food for the first time.

  "We're really out of luck now. This has nothing to do with us anymore," Qing Yuan said, on the verge of tears as he watched the newcomers. These people were far more powerful than the previous group.

  One of them couldn't resist. He spat out a small cauldron, which glowed with a brilliant light and expanded to the size of a mountain, crashing down onto the formation.

  *Boom!* As the cauldron struck the formation, the entire array trembled. A dazzling light shot out, sending the cauldron flying. At the same time, a radiant beam of light erupted.

  "Thud! Thud!" The old man didn't even have time to react before his body was pierced and torn apart.

  The onlookers were stunned, their mouths agape. A War King had been killed by the formation in an instant, without any chance to resist.

  "That's terrifying. This is a killing formation. A War King was obliterated without a fight!" Yang Tian muttered, shocked. A powerful expert had been killed without even putting up a fight.

  The two men beside him trembled. One of them, a gloomy old man, gritted his teeth and turned his gaze toward Yang Tian's group. "You're the ones who dug up the supreme bloodstone earlier, aren't you?"

  Hearing this, Yang Tian and the others felt a chill. The old man's killing intent was clear. He wanted to eliminate them and take the treasures for himself.

  "Old man, are you really going to attack us?" Qing Yuan snorted coldly, pulling out a silver hammer. His energy surged, and a terrifying aura rose around him.

  The gloomy old man's eyes flickered when he saw the hammer, clearly trying to guess Qing Yuan's identity. But his tone remained menacing. "Brat, I've roamed the Eastern Continent for hundreds of years. Do you think you can threaten me?"

  "You old fossil!" Yang Tian's face darkened. His eyes flicked toward the cave ahead. He could feel the Ancestral Dragon Ring urging him to go there.

  "Threatening you? So what?" Suddenly, a bold voice echoed through the palace. Two figures walked in, their eyes fixed on the old man.

  Seeing them, Yang Tian and the others felt a surge of relief. They were familiar faces.

  *Boom!* Without wasting words, one of the newcomers threw a punch, tearing through the void. A purple-glowing fist descended upon the old man's head, releasing a terrifying wave of energy.

  "Let's talk this out! I am—" The old man didn't get to finish his sentence. The fist landed, and the overwhelming force crushed him into a pulp. The other man nearby trembled in fear.

  "He's dead..." Yang Tian was stunned for a moment before muttering, "That's Qing Rufeng and the big boss."

  "Big brother, what are you doing here?" Qing Yuan asked with a smile as he approached the newcomers.

  "Such a big event is happening here. Many experts are rushing over. I didn't expect you guys to make it this far," Qing Rufeng said with a smile, clearly impressed that they had navigated the outer caves and reached this point.

  "By the way, big brother, hurry and get those spirit herbs. More people will be here soon."

  Qing Rufeng nodded and turned his attention to the seven spirit herbs. His face showed a mix of awe and greed.

  "My goodness, how old are these herbs? They've even manifested phenomena," Heisha, standing beside Qing Rufeng, said, his eyes filled with desire.

  "This is..." Qing Rufeng frowned as he examined the herbs. A powerful spiritual force surged from him, but in the next moment, his face turned pale.

  "This is a killing formation, surrounded by divine patterns. I can't break it," Qing Rufeng said with a sigh, shaking his head helplessly.

  "Then... what do we do?" Qing Yuan asked, disheartened. The peerless treasure was right in front of them, but they couldn't reach it.

  Seeing Qing Yuan's disappointed face, Qing Rufeng shrugged and walked over to a plain-looking young man. "You're... Yang Tian?"

  "How did you know?" Yang Tian was startled. Qing Rufeng hadn't reached the War Emperor level, so how had he seen through his disguise?

  Qing Rufeng remained silent, his eyes fixed on the Golden Dragon Seal above Yang Tian's head.

  "Damn it, I forgot about that..." Yang Tian's heart tightened. He quickly stored the Golden Dragon Seal. If the ancient holy lands discovered it, Gu Lingyun would surely come after him.

  "Yang Tian, you've got some nerve coming here at a time like this. The ancient holy lands are right behind us. You'd better be careful," Heisha said, a hint of surprise in his eyes. He couldn't help but admire Yang Tian's boldness.

  "Who could have predicted something like this would happen here?" Yang Tian shook his head helplessly. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly turned his head, his eyes fixed on the entrance.

  "Tap! Tap!" This time, a large group of people arrived—nearly a dozen powerful experts, each far stronger than the old man Qing Rufeng had killed with a single punch.

  "A peerless treasure!" The newcomers went wild, the scene descending into chaos. Such a treasure, capable of manifesting phenomena, was something even the ancient families would struggle to find.