Perfect: I am Shi An from Shicun, and I am Huang’s brother!

Chapter 239 A Rare Opportunity
"This... could this be a statue of an immortal? Is this really the place where the immortals pass on their legacy?"

Among the crowd, a cultivator from the Zhao family stared wide-eyed, his voice filled with disbelief and astonishment. His gaze was fixed on the statue, and a greedy look surged wildly in his eyes.

"Wow!"

His words were like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up ripples among the crowd.

The crowd, who were already restless, could no longer contain their excitement. They moved forward unconsciously, their breathing becoming more rapid, as if the immortal inheritance was within reach.

"Everyone, stop!"

But at that moment, Zhan Jingfeng suddenly shouted, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes. He swung his soft sword, and a sharp sword aura swept across the ground, scattering a cloud of gravel: "This mysterious place must be full of unknown dangers. Acting rashly will only lead to your own death!"

His shout caused everyone to pause, their faces showing hesitation, but their greedy desires grew wildly in their hearts like weeds, impossible to suppress.

Holding his battle axe, Leng Qianjun scanned the statue and the crowd with his eyes and said in a deep voice, "Jingfeng, that may be true, but the immortal inheritance is right in front of us. If we don't fight for it, wouldn't we be missing out on such a great opportunity?"

As soon as Leng Qianjun finished speaking, Yan Yuru frowned slightly and said softly, "What you said is true, but acting rashly will not only cause trouble, but may also endanger our lives. We should observe carefully and see how things go before we set off."

"Yu Rou is right."

Zhan Jingfeng agreed with Yan Yuru's words and added, "As the saying goes, haste makes waste. Now that the statue is right in front of us, why should we rush things?"

Just as the three first generation leaders were discussing this, a short cultivator suddenly darted out from the crowd. Taking advantage of everyone's inattention, he flashed and rushed towards the statue like a ghost.

This man, named Zhao Ji, was an opportunist in his clan. Seeing the crowd's hesitation, he suddenly had a brilliant idea.

If one can obtain the immortal's inheritance first, one will surely hold a respected position in the clan in the future, and will no longer need to depend on others.

That's why he disregarded the presence of the three original masters and resolutely took the risk.

This happened so fast that by the time Zhan Jingfeng reacted, Zhao Ji was already close to the stone platform.

"court death!"

This immediately changed his expression. He then let out an angry shout, and the soft sword in his hand instantly transformed into a streak of light, shooting towards him.

"call out!"

However, Zhao Ji, who knew there were three first generation members, would certainly have been on guard.

Just as the soft sword was about to touch him, Zhao Ji suddenly turned around and swiftly held his own magical artifact in front of him.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, Zhao Ji was not only unharmed by the soft sword that flew like a meteor, but also used its momentum to rush to the bottom of the stone platform.

"Thank you very much, Lord Jingfeng!"

Below the stone platform, Zhao Ji's lips curled up in a smug and arrogant smile. He shouted provocatively at Zhan Jingfeng, and then, ignoring the gasps and shouts of the crowd, he leaped up to climb the stone platform.

His eyes were fixed on the immortal statue that radiated a mysterious light, as if touching it would grant him unparalleled power and glory.

"Bastard!"

Upon seeing this, Zhan Jingfeng was consumed by rage. He never expected that there would be such a reckless and foolish person on this trip, daring to act so rashly in this mysterious palace full of dangers.

Zhan Jingfeng was so angry that his face turned ashen. The soft sword in his hand shone brightly, and he was about to make another move, but Yan Yuru stopped him in the end.

"Jingfeng, wait a minute, look!"

Yan Yuru's voice was clear and cold, yet carried a hint of solemnity. She lightly tapped the stone platform with her jade finger, signaling Zhan Jingfeng not to act impulsively.

Zhan Jingfeng looked in the direction she pointed, and his pupils instantly contracted. He saw Zhao Jigang climb onto the edge of the stone platform, and before he could even stand firmly, the runes that had been quietly emitting a faint light suddenly shone brightly. The entire stone platform seemed to be activated as a magic array, instantly bursting out with a powerful repulsive force.

"what!"

The force of this repulsion was so strong that Zhao Ji involuntarily screamed in terror, trying to retreat, but it was too late.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, Zhao Ji was struck as if by lightning. He was sent flying uncontrollably, arcing through the air before crashing heavily in front of everyone, coughing up blood and barely breathing.

Upon seeing this, everyone present gasped in shock, their hearts, which had been restless with greed, instantly filled with fear.

The scene just now was too terrifying. They suffered such a terrible backlash just by touching the stone platform. The danger of this place of immortal inheritance is indeed far beyond their imagination.

"Hmph, overestimating yourself. The inheritance of immortals is not so easy to obtain."

Looking at Zhao Ji, whose fate was unknown, Leng Qianjun couldn't help but smile coldly, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. At the same time, he was secretly glad that he hadn't acted impulsively.

Zhan Jingfeng stepped forward, glanced at Zhao Ji, whose fate was unknown, his brows furrowed, and his expression became solemn.

The secrets hidden within this palace are far more complex than they appear on the surface; a single misstep could lead to their utter destruction.

The atmosphere inside the stone chamber grew increasingly oppressive. The immortal statue stood silently on the stone platform, radiating a mysterious light, as if silently warning everyone not to act rashly.

After a long while, Zhan Jingfeng was the first to recover. He took a deep breath to calm himself down before looking around and saying in a deep voice, "As you all have seen, obtaining the inheritance of an immortal is not so simple. Acting rashly will only lead to your own destruction."

This time, no one said anything more about Zhan Jingfeng's words; everyone just nodded silently.

Leng Qianjun, holding a battle axe, said earnestly, "Jingfeng, tell me what we should do. I'll listen to you!"

Yan Yuru, standing to the side, echoed, "That's right, Jingfeng, you've always been meticulous and full of ideas. Tell me, what should we do?"

"That's right, Lord Jingfeng, what do you suggest we do?"

"Lord Jingfeng, we will all listen to you."

Following the statements of Leng Qianjun and Yan Yuru, the two first-generation members, the others immediately echoed and responded.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him and waiting for him to make a decision, Zhan Jingfeng also fell into deep thought.

After a while, he looked at everyone and said, "Everyone, in my opinion, these runes are the key."

"Let's split into three groups and study the runes on the stone gate, stone pillars, and stone platform respectively, to see if we can find any connections."

As he spoke, Zhan Jingfeng pointed to three locations.

"Alright, I'll do as Lord Jingfeng says."

Upon hearing this, everyone acted without hesitation and quickly split into groups.

A group led by Leng Qianjun headed towards the stone gate.

Led by Yan Yuru, a group of people weaved among the stone pillars, attempting to decipher the connection between the ferocious beast carvings and the runes.

As for the last group, Zhan Jingfeng personally led the team, slowly approaching the stone platform. Although they dared not touch it rashly, they observed and studied it from a distance without any problems.

Shi An and Yun Xi, hidden in the shadows, continued to follow quietly, observing from behind the group.

(End of this chapter)