Chapter 486: Chapter 486

"Fellow Daoist Lin..."

Han Li saw that Fellow Daoist Lin and the others stood motionless, deeply puzzled. What were they thinking, standing there for so long? If there was something in this place that was most captivating,

it would undoubtedly be the sword stuck atop the grave mound.

Ordinary people faced with such a situation would certainly step forward to take the sword. There might be danger, sure, but it couldn’t be overly terrifying. Even if the one buried here was formidable during their lifetime, they must have been dead for countless years by now.

Even if they had set up some grand, awe-inspiring methods, after such a long time, even a trace of power remaining surely wouldn’t pose too much danger, right?

Lin Fan raised his hand to interrupt Han Li, "Wait..."

Right now, they were waiting.

The three-member "luck team" had suffered too much abuse from exploring secret realms in the past. The version of them that once couldn’t move an inch when seeing treasure was long gone. They wouldn’t repeat past mistakes knowingly anymore.

Han Li didn’t speak. Since Fellow Daoist Lin said to wait, they’d wait. He didn’t know exactly what they were waiting for, but he had no objections. After all, if it weren’t for Fellow Daoist Lin, he might not even be here.

Qin Yang muttered to himself, "Who knows how many innocent bystanders have died by this sword? None of these things are good; it’s just like that True Dragon Tree. Clearly, it’s not even a True Dragon Tree, but it’s still so devious, breaking people’s hearts."

"Better safe than sorry. Nobody here even uses a sword, so why not just give up?" Xiang Fei suggested.

He wasn’t too interested in whether this was a supreme treasure or not.

Lin Fan said, "Don’t rush; wait, observe the situation. There might be new developments."

Qin Yang and Xiang Fei didn’t hold out much hope for this.

They didn’t even harbor any expectations to begin with.

Han Li felt like an idiot, standing there with them, quietly waiting. Perhaps some changes would appear after all.

The area around the grave mound was deathly silent.

The withered grass growing on it swayed gently in the breeze. Occasionally, the sword protruding from the grave mound would be revealed, enticing the greedy. It seemed to whisper, "Look, I’m a sword, an extraordinary sword. You really have no interest at all?"

Who knows how much time passed.

There was a disturbance in the air above the abyss. A shadowy figure descended stealthily in the distance, staying hidden and observing the scene from the dark.

"What are these people doing?"

The man hiding in the shadows was dumbfounded at the sight before him, as if witnessing a ghost. This was not the kind of situation he was used to seeing.

He too had been through a lot.

For instance, whenever a group of gifted elites fought over treasure, it would be a chaotic, frenzied scene, like a pack of wild animals tearing at one another.

He never paid such scenes much heed.

It all seemed like a bunch of fools engaged in pointless struggles.

"Brother Lin, someone’s here."

"I’ve noticed. Their strength is formidable."

Lin Fan harbored no particular feelings toward this unknown elite hiding in the shadows. The fact that they had arrived here was proof that they had their own opportunities. Perhaps their presence would introduce some changes.

"Fellow Daoist in hiding, come out," Lin Fan said.

A faint sound echoed out.

A figure slowly emerged from the shadows.

When he first discovered the abyssal chasm in this location, he hadn’t intended to enter. He was convinced there wouldn’t be any treasures here. But for some reason, a peculiar feeling wouldn’t leave him alone, urging him that there was great treasure within the abyss.

So he decided to take a look.

Which was why he ended up here.

But what he hadn’t anticipated was this—people were already here, standing completely still, which he found baffling.

Lin Fan looked at him.

[Mie Sheng: Immortal Realm Fifth Level Daluo Golden Immortal.]

[Items potentially dropped: "Ten Steps One Kill," "Death Demon Eye," ...]

Summarized in a single word:

This was one of the two strongest individuals Lin Fan had encountered thus far. One had been the Young Emperor, and the other was the Mie Sheng standing before him now.

The sharp aura radiating from him was suffocating. Anyone standing near him would feel their flesh threatened, as if it were being torn apart.

"Why are you sneaking around? Do we look like villains to you?" Qin Yang eyed the newcomer, not recognizing who he was. But it didn’t matter; Qin Yang didn’t care anyway. There were so many elites in the world—how would he know all of them?

No matter how strong they were,

could they compare to Brother Lin?

Of course not. To Qin Yang, Brother Lin was the strongest. Everyone else was just trash, not worth mentioning.

Xiang Fei was wary of the newcomer. He had already noticed it.

The man was truly strong.

Not someone to be underestimated.

Mie Sheng radiated a cold aura, keeping everyone at arm’s length. His gaze held a frosty sharpness, as if staring at lifeless corpses. There was no trace of warmth in his eyes.

After glancing once over Lin Fan and his group, Mie Sheng’s gaze shifted forward. At first glance, he realized something was off about the scene ahead.

The aura from the sword was terrifying...

This was a supreme treasure.

It was obvious the moment he laid eyes on it.

Faced with such a coveted treasure, Mie Sheng couldn’t contain his excitement. He wanted to move immediately to claim it as his own.

Yet just as he was about to act,

The truth was, Lin Fan had intended for this newcomer to test the sword’s potential danger first, but unexpectedly, the man restrained his impulsive desire.

Something isn’t right.

His first instinct was danger. Though the treasure before him was extraordinary, it emanated a perilous aura that couldn’t be ignored.

He couldn’t act rashly.

Or disaster might follow.

Lin Fan said, "That’s a treasure."

He deliberately voiced this for Mie Sheng, making his intent clear:

"Hey buddy, the treasure’s right in front of you. You seriously have no thoughts about taking it? Just go for it; we’ll stay right here. No one’s going to do anything."

Mie Sheng remained silent, simply staring. Like Lin Fan and the others, he stood perfectly still, his eyes locked onto the sword.

Qin Yang spoke, "Fellow Daoist, you seem like a decent person. Perhaps you’re destined to claim this treasure. Why not give it a try? You never know—you might really get it."

Still, Mie Sheng remained unresponsive.

His complete indifference made Qin Yang want to jump up and bash his skull in. This guy was being far too dismissive!

Couldn’t he hear Qin Yang speaking?

And did he genuinely have no interest at all?

That was a real treasure, damn it!

Han Li couldn’t make sense of the situation anymore. Dear heavens, what was going on here? The newcomer was behaving just like them, standing stupidly in place, staring at the sword stuck in the grave mound.

If he wasn’t interested, he could just leave.

In the depths of the abyss, the five powerhouses stood frozen. No one spoke, no one moved. They all waited in silence. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel·fiɾe·net

Xiang Fei’s gaze remained fixed on the stranger.

He had no interest in the sword atop the grave mound.

The only thing unsettling him was this newly arrived individual.

He was no ordinary figure from some large faction.

Even the Immortal Venerable Families might struggle to produce someone like him. Despite the lack of action, Xiang Fei could sense it clearly.

a few more gifted elites passed by.

"Hey! Look over there—a sword stuck in that grave mound. Its aura is extraordinary and ancient. It has to be some rare, unparalleled treasure!"

"Huh? Why are there people standing there, frozen? What’s their deal—got mesmerized or something?"

"Ignore them; the one who grabs it is the one who owns it."

An exceptionally handsome young man sneered. Without hesitation, he turned into a streak of light and charged toward the grave mound, transmitting a message to his companions to keep an eye on the motionless group. If anything happened, they were to act immediately.

Both Lin Fan and Mie Sheng locked their gazes on the man who was rushing to claim the sword.

"Hahahaha... Such a supreme treasure is mine! I can’t believe others are just standing there dumbfounded. This is the Heavenly Secret Realm—when there’s a treasure, you take it."

As soon as he finished speaking,

his hand grasped the sword’s hilt, and with a strong pull, he drew it out completely.

The man laughed loudly.

Lin Fan and Mie Sheng both watched intently, anticipating the ensuing chaos. The sword was extraordinary; the danger was surely about to unfold.

something seemed off.

They watched as the man casually placed the sword into his storage ring, completely unscathed. It was baffling.

Lin Fan was dumbfounded. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go at all.

Wasn’t there supposed to be danger?

And you’re telling me he just walked away cleanly, without a single hitch?

Mie Sheng’s killing intent surged. He vanished on the spot, immediately employing his Divine Skills.

The other elites, who had been keeping a close watch on Lin Fan and Mie Sheng, exclaimed, "Watch out, they’re attacking!"

Seeing their companion claim the treasure only for the two of them to strike right away, how could they stand idly by?

Lin Fan also acted instantly. No matter what, he wouldn’t let the other party get away with it.

The elite who had claimed the treasure barely had time to react before a streak of light flashed by. Just as he was about to speak, he saw his body shatter, his consciousness dissipating.

Blood and flesh exploded everywhere.

The storage ring was shattered by the sharp aura, scattering its contents into the air, including that very sword.

"Chaotic Void Slash."

Lin Fan swung his arm, reversing space itself to counterattack. Mie Sheng, who was just about to grab the sword, suddenly sensed an impending danger. With a metallic clang, an Immortal Sword appeared, cutting through the air and slicing into the Void before him.

A thunderous roar erupted.

Mie Sheng had directly blocked the Divine Skill, Chaotic Void Slash.

The elites who had intended to assist their now-slain companion froze in place, let out startled cries, and fled towards the distance.

This was life-threatening.

The opponents were far too powerful.

The best course of action was to escape immediately.

As for their companion, all they could say was that his luck was terrible.

Lin Fan said, "Fellow Daoist, don’t you think there should be some sense of order here? You’ve already slain one elite; isn’t that enough? Must you really fight me for this sword?"

"Hmph! Elites are like ants. I don’t consider myself one—who dares to call themselves an elite in front of me?" Mie Sheng’s eyes were icy. He acknowledged Lin Fan’s strength, but so what? He’d fight regardless.

"Hahahaha... Bold words! Let’s see how strong you really are." Lin Fan was eager to engage the other.

He was curious to measure the opponent’s abilities.