Chapter 102: Chapter 102 Zhang Yida’s Historical Anecdote
Lin Feng has been found; he’s in the tomb.
The passageway is dark, with no lights on either side.
The ground beneath their feet is rough and uneven, making it quite uncomfortable to walk on. Some scattered fragments of utensils litter the passage.
Zhang Ze follows behind Lin Feng and Wang Lin, holding what looks like a flashlight, which is actually a Bright Light Tube, a Thousand Mechanism Tool, as he scans the wall paintings.
The murals are faded, with most of them already damaged. From the remaining traces, one can barely make out the scene of an important person traveling.
"Senior brother, you really didn’t know."
Lin Feng’s voice reaches Zhang Ze’s ears through the Sound Transmission.
"I really didn’t know. How could I have known there was a real tomb beneath the fake one I dug up?"
Zhang Ze was a bit speechless; he hadn’t expected to encounter something like this.
Previously, beneath the fake tomb that Daxiong and Hong Sen were messing with, a hundred meters down, there was a real tomb. When Fuji was digging her tunnel, she happened to pass by it without noticing.
At the moment the Teleportation Array activated, Lin Feng and Wang Lin simultaneously used their respective life-saving skills. The Escape Technique and the Array affected each other, causing them to be transported to an incorrect location...
As Zhang Ze put it.
They both casted and displaced simultaneously, basically glitching out of the map.
But due to incredible luck, they didn’t get buried underground; instead, they found an ancient tomb.
When Zhang Ze followed the guidance of Lin Feng’s Sound Transmission Jade, bringing Li along to dig here, Lin Feng and Wang Lin were discussing the prospects of opening the coffin and getting rich at the tomb passage entrance.
"Where’s Feiyu?" Lin Feng asked again.
"Oh, he ran off quickly, right out of the Underground City, considered abstaining from it. I bet he’s shopping at the market right now," Zhang Ze replied.
Zhang Ze and Lin Feng were whispering at the back, while Wang Lin walked ahead, enthusiastically shining the Bright Light Tube, given by Zhang Ze, around.
Both Lin Feng and Wang Lin are the types who can’t resist stopping when they encounter Secret Realm adventures.
Zhang Ze knew his persuasion would be futile, so he might as well join them in taking a look inside.
He wasn’t worried about any danger, after all, Sword Sect experts were gathering at the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion today.
At a mere shout, he could summon three truckloads of Sword Sect senior brothers and sisters and elders from the shopping street at Thousand Mechanism Pavilion.
No matter what kind of zombies might be buried in this tomb, they wouldn’t be turning the sky upside down.
Even if there were unexpected situations, Zhang Ze had Magical Artifacts on him to protect the group.
Yet the three progressed smoothly all the way without encountering any traps, or anything living that could move.
After walking a bit more, the trio ventured into a tomb chamber from the passage.
The tomb chamber had no second exit, no traps, nor any coffin, only a single stone statue.
Wang Lin stopped and shone the Bright Light Tube onto the stone statue.
"Yida, do you know what this is?"
Yida naturally referred to Zhang Ze, the alias he just invented for himself.
A cultivator from the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion known in the Jianghu as Shadowless Snake Sword, Zhang Yida.
As for why he used this alias, there was no special reason, just Zhang Ze being idle.
Coming to Wang Lin’s side, Zhang Ze looked up to examine the stone statue closely.
The statue depicted a female figure clad in lavish attire, hands held in front of her chest in a gesture as if holding the moon.
Four fierce tigers, tails in their mouths, were carved at the base of the statue, aligned north, south, east, and west, seemingly guarding the statue of the woman.
Zhang Ze directed the Bright Light Tube’s beam onto the tomb chamber’s walls.
The murals in this chamber seemed to have undergone some special treatment, neither decaying nor falling off. Under the Bright Light Tube’s illumination, they appeared vivid and clear.
The eastern wall depicted a Golden Armor Immortal, bearing a vertical eye on his forehead, gripping a long sword, overseeing his Immortal Palace City from atop a jade tower.
To Zhang Ze, this big guy who looked like Erlang God seemed quite familiar. After pondering, he remembered where he had seen him before.
Not in Little Nezha, but in the Dongqi historical tales compiled by Grandpa Wang, where there was a portrait of this person.
"Isn’t this the unlucky last emperor of the Dongqi Immortal Dynasty?" Zhang Ze stepped up and patted the person’s leg on the mural.
"Emperor?" Wang Lin questioned in confusion.
As a loose cultivator from the wilds, he knew very little about such matters and hardly cared.
"Yes, this person is the last Immortal Emperor of Dongqi, so why is his mural here?" Zhang Ze redirected the light onto other walls.
Zhang Ze got well acquainted with the figure on the western wall, he was their Sword Sect’s founding ancestor, resembling his brother-in-law’s ultimate enhancement version. The ancestor held a Black Blade Heavy Sword, just like what Zhang Ze saw in the scroll during his initiation ceremony.
The northern wall depicted a woman dressed in plain attire, her eyes closed, and her head slightly bowed.
"She’s from the Celestial Sect," Lin Feng suddenly spoke up.
"How do you know?" Zhang Ze recalled Lin Feng typically showed no interest in history.
"Her headpiece and clothes have the character for ’Celestial’ on them." Lin Feng waved the Bright Light Tube onto the mural.
"Does that count? Just writing ’Celestial’ makes it from the Celestial Sect? And who would embroider words on clothes?" Wang Lin shook his head, thinking this reason was quite weak.
"I do." Lin Feng stated as if it were a matter of course. He turned his collar to show Wang Lin the character for ’Feng’ embroidered inside his collar.
"Don’t you guys do it this way?" Lin Feng asked.
Zhang Ze and Wang Lin shook their heads.
With some awkwardness, Lin Feng shifted the Bright Light Tube onto the southern wall.
"Who’s that?"
Zhang Ze looked at the deep-skinned, chiseled-featured handsome guy and mused, "I guess he’s the second-generation Valley Master of Medicine King Valley."
"How can you tell?" Wang Lin, trusting Yida’s insights, inquired.
Zhang Ze pulled out a book from his Hundred Treasures Bag, flipped through it, and then narrated a historical story related to Medicine King Valley to Wang Lin.
Medicine King Valley originally emerged in Diannan, and they weren’t Body Cultivators at the time. They mainly practiced Gu Technique, known then as Poison King Valley.
However, later on, a generation of Valley Master reversed the cultivation and became obsessed with the art of healing.
He spent three thousand years painstakingly transforming the entire sect’s style.
From practicing Gu Technique and poison, it changed to everyone having a healer’s compassionate heart, and the sect’s name was also changed to Medicine King Valley.
But because Diannan was sparsely populated and remote, there weren’t enough patients.
This Valley Master, obsessed with healing, moved the entire sect to near Shennong Mountain, close to the Western Barbarians.
Shennong Mountain was abundant in herbs and, due to its proximity to the Western Barbarians, skirmishes ensued daily, providing an abundance of patients.
Through these passionate encounters, time and again, this Valley Master won over the daughter of a chieftain of a major Western Barbarian tribe.
Through nights of heartfelt emotional and rational enlightenment, he learned the Body Refining Technique of the Western Barbarian tribe.
Having acquired the Body Refining Technique, the Valley Master transformed Gu into pills, pioneering a new path.
Thus began today’s Medicine King Valley, one of the Six Sects.
After finishing his story, Zhang Ze pointed at the handsome guy on the mural, saying, "Probably this guy is his son. Look how healthy his skin color is."
Having inspected all four walls and confirmed the identities of the figures on the murals, the three didn’t come across any clues.
Those bigshots had long since passed away, and they didn’t even belong to the same era.
Not to mention the one with the character for ’Celestial’ embroidered.
The Valley Master from Medicine King Valley and the Sword Sect ancestor are separated by thousands of years, and even more years separate the Sword Sect ancestor and the last emperor of Dongqi.
There is no direct connection between them.
Both Lin Feng and Wang Lin, known for their passion for treasure hunting and frequent serendipitous encounters, immediately sensed a major secret and great opportunity in this.
As their discussion went on, their perception of the situation became more and more outrageous.
The girl statue in the chamber metamorphosed into some ominous entity from ancient times.
Just as their conversation was about to verge into grand Primordial battles, Zhang Ze interrupted their nonsense.
"I know what this statue is for."
"How do you know?" Lin Feng and Wang Lin asked.
Zhang Ze leaned his head out from behind the statue, "There are words on the back of this statue’s base."