Wuxia: Start with max-level Nine Yang Divine Skill

"Hahaha……"

Everyone was taken aback at first, then couldn't help but chuckle to themselves.

"No laughing! No one is allowed to laugh!"

The old man with the raging fire blew his beard and glared.

Previously, people were somewhat afraid and wary of the Old Man of Fiery Flame, a wicked master who was unpredictable and acted entirely on his own whim.

However, as they journeyed through the desert, they had all experienced hardships and life-or-death situations together.

Experiencing life and death together is the best way to enhance a relationship.

Moreover, after such a bizarre and extraordinary life-and-death experience, they developed a bond and no longer feared the kind-hearted Old Man of Fiery Flames.

This caused everyone to laugh for a while, and the joy of surviving the ordeal eased some of the shadows on the road ahead.

However, the laughter eventually comes to an end.

As the laughter subsided, a cold and serious question was presented to everyone.

The legendary treasure land of Jinloushaxu, which has led to the deaths of countless people, is not far ahead!

To advance or to retreat?

Along the way, some companions have perished in the desert, and others are critically injured. Ahead, there must be even more terrifying masters and demonic figures lurking!

Is there really a treasure or secret martial arts manual that can make someone incredibly wealthy and drive them mad, or is it all a trap?

Could it be that, as cursed by that blood-stained stone tablet, everyone who enters will never leave?

The atmosphere was somber.

Li Fu spoke first.

"That vixen just now referred to herself as 'Madam,' and spoke of Deng Huan in a superior tone."

She said her husband's supernatural powers were about to be fully realized, which must refer to the person behind the scenes.

His gaze drifted into the depths of the desert.

"The road ahead is fraught with danger and unpredictable."

If anyone no longer wishes to continue, it is still not too late to turn back now.

You all need to think this through carefully; perhaps... there is no treasure at all.

He has some vague guesses about the truth of the whole matter, but they need to be verified.

He must move forward, firstly to find Wu Bo's whereabouts, and secondly to uncover the truth about the treasure, find out the mastermind behind it, and obtain the Great Chengdu Qiankun Great Shift.

Li Fu had his own reasons for moving forward, but he felt that others didn't need to.

The old man with the raging fire snorted heavily, slapping his chest with his large palm-leaf fan.

Is it a treasure trove or a den of bandits?

"I've come this far, I absolutely must see it for myself. Turning back? Absolutely not."

The two eminent monks from Famen Temple, led by Zhitong, clasped their hands together with resolute expressions.

"Amitabha.

"We, two humble monks, have come together to investigate the whereabouts of a disciple who disappeared from the temple a year ago. We have yet to find anything; how can we give up halfway?"

With a clang, Daoist Chongling of the Laoshan Sect drew his longsword and said hatefully, "This humble Daoist will avenge my disciple who died tragically."

Another old Taoist priest from the Laoshan School held his dying, weak disciple, his face filled with grief and helplessness.

"Junior Brother Chongling, you should go to Jinlou Shaxu with them."

My disciple is critically injured and needs constant care... I must take him out of the desert; I am too weak to continue.

The leader of the Sichuan swordsmen, still recovering from his injuries, looked slightly pale. He opened his mouth and clasped his hands in greeting.

"I am aware that my martial arts skills are weak and I am seriously injured. The place ahead may be a den of dragons and tigers, so I will not be a burden to you heroes and benefactors any longer. I will take my leave now."

He began to consider retiring.

A group of four entered the desert, and he was the only one left dead. It was truly terrifying; wealth and glory were not as important as life.

Everyone nodded in agreement, understanding the situation.

Although Gao Yuanshan's remaining disciples were also seriously injured and their faces were solemn, they were extremely determined.

"Our master's remains have not been recovered, and our great revenge has not been avenged. We must enter the Golden Pavilion."

Li Fu turned his gaze to Gong Xiaoshang and Zhu Tongzhou.

The cousins ​​exchanged a smile, their youthful spirits brimming.

Zhu Tongzhou said loudly.

"My brother and I traveled together, wandering the world. What exactly is hidden behind this Golden Pavilion and Sand Ruins? We want to find out."

Gong Xiaoshang chimed in, "Exactly! I've always been most interested in these kinds of strange and unusual events, how could I miss it?"

The two ghosts, with their cold and sinister demeanor, remained as taciturn as ever, speaking in unison: "We will not rest until we obtain the secret manual!"

The woodcutter paused for a moment, then said, "I have... a reason I have to go."

The old man with the raging fire raised an eyebrow and stared at the woodcutter: "I remember that among the ten experts who joined forces to enter the desert a year ago, there was a woman named Pan Yingzhu, known as 'Single Palm Iron Saber'."

Her iron palms were like knives and axes; when she chopped down with her hands, they were heavy and fierce, capable of splitting stone tablets and shattering rocks!

Your approach is very similar to that of the Woodcutter from the Mountain!

What's your relationship with her?

The woodcutter trembled slightly and said in a hoarse voice, "She is my junior sister..."

That one sentence is enough. The bond between fellow students is already strong, and sometimes fellow students are just like real brothers and sisters.

Moreover, judging from the complex expression on the woodcutter's face, there was probably a past between the two.

When they became disciples of a master and diligently studied martial arts, they could only interact with fellow disciples, and they were young men and women at the time of their training.

Therefore, it is not uncommon for many senior brothers and sisters to develop feelings for each other.

Some people left, and some people stayed.

With their minds made up, the group braved the wind and sand and continued on their journey.

The next day, as the sun rose, everyone looked into the distance and finally spotted a magnificent golden building deep in the desert.

"Look, that's the Golden Pavilion!"

Bathed in the morning sun, the golden building reflected a dazzling light.

The area surrounding the Golden Tower is a vast sandcastle ruin, with most of the broken walls and remnants buried by yellow sand.

Only that tall golden building, like a huge golden monument, still stands in the vast sea!

"arrive!"

Li Fu stared intently.

"This is the Golden Tower Ruins? There really is a Golden Tower here."

The crowd was filled with mixed emotions of surprise and doubt, but they finally arrived after overcoming numerous difficulties.

At least part of the legend is true.

If there really is a golden building and ruins surrounding it deep in the desert, then are the treasures and secret manuals also real?

"Look, look over there!"

Gong Xiaoshang suddenly pointed to a low wall on the perimeter of the ruins.

The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw a tattered, desiccated corpse lying at the foot of a section of crumbling wall, its body partially revealing its bones.

Beside the corpse, on the crumbling wall, there was a large patch of dark red bloodstains that had long since dried and turned black.

Although the bloodstains were blurred, several shocking words could still be made out.

"Go! Go now, there's no escape ahead!!"

A chill instantly swept over me.

Li Fu pondered, "Before his death, this man seemed to want to use these blood-written words to warn those who would follow. I wonder how many people these words have startled or saved?"

It's estimated that there aren't many.

The treasure hunters have gone through countless hardships and tribulations, losing countless companions in the process. Now that they have arrived at the gates of the treasure, they are unlikely to leave so easily.

Just like them, they were determined to try, even if it meant facing mountains of knives and seas of fire, and they wouldn't give up until they figured it out.

"Is this the Golden Pavilion?"

I thought it was made of real gold!

So it was just painted with gold paint?

The old man with the raging fire looked closely and shook his head in disappointment.

Gong Xiaoshang said, "Senior Liehuo is joking. Even if all the gold in the world were put together, it probably wouldn't be able to build such a towering golden building."

The sun was higher now, and its rays shone on the gold-painted building, making it dazzlingly bright.

The group cautiously stepped into the ruins.