C7 This Is How Villains Are Raised

Hsiang Lanxuan and the others woke up one after another. Qiao Sheng estimated the time and opened his eyes.

Zhou Xiyue nervously ran to Hsiang Lanxuan and asked if he was injured. Hsiang Lanxuan shook his head and looked at Qiao Sheng.

Qiao Sheng glanced at Hsiang Lanxuan but did not say anything. He stood up and looked at the mural on the wall.

In fact, Qiao Sheng was not interested in the mural at all. His attention was focused on the three children. When Xiao Yue and Xiao Yue woke up, they trembled visibly and looked at the coffin on the stage in fear. Xiao Jin was also afraid of the coffin, so he hid behind Hsiang Lanxuan and clung to the corner of Hsiang Lanxuan's clothes.

"What kind of powerful character is the beauty in the coffin?" Qiao Sheng asked the system.

The system replied, "I don't know. In the original plot, there was no one in the coffin."

"I see..." Qiao Sheng was suddenly interested in that beauty.

"Brother Xiang, look, the Slumbering Zither is actually here!" While the group was searching for the items here, they heard Du Hao shout in surprise.

"Oh my god, the Slumbering Zither!" The youth who rarely spoke beside the elder couldn't help but cry out in surprise.

Qiao Sheng raised his eyebrows, "Is the Slumbering Zither very powerful?"

The System said, "One of the ancient divine weapons. As the name implies, the sound of the zither can make people fall asleep, and when used to the extreme, it can make everything stop. However, the body of the Slumbering Curse Zither has already been infused with demonic Qi by the ancient Demonic Cultivator. Even if someone who does not cultivate the demonic path takes it, it will only be a normal hypnosis. It is useless against those with a high cultivation. This ancient divine weapon was used for entertainment in ancient times."

"Yes." Qiao Sheng looked away, not caring about what happened to the Slumbering Zither at all.

After looting most of the items in the hall, Hsiang Lanxuan and the others stored all the high-level secret manuals and spirit swords into their storage rings. As for the top-grade Spirit Stones on the wall, Du Hao had already gone to pick them up.

Everyone's attention was drawn to the featureless coffin. There was even a thick layer of dust on the coffin lid. Qiao Sheng looked down at his hand. There was a red dot on his fingertip.

"Brother Xiang, wait! I don't know what kind of danger is inside. It's better if you don't take the risk! Let the senior with the 'high cultivation' go!"

Zhou Xiyue stopped Hsiang Lanxuan, emphasizing the words "high cultivation." Her provocative gaze also landed on Qiao Sheng.

Hsiang Lanxuan frowned: "No need to trouble Martial Uncle, I can..."

Qiao Sheng interrupted him, "Let me do it."

"Martial Uncle..."

When Qiao Sheng walked past Hsiang Lanxuan, Hsiang Lanxuan could not help but speak up. Qiao Sheng, on the other hand, looked Hsiang Lanxuan up and down and said, "You really can't be in danger."

With that, Qiao Sheng pulled out the Reverse Sword and directly opened the coffin lid. For the first time, an unexpected expression appeared on Qiao Sheng's never-changing face, but it was fleeting. Only the elder who was also at the Nascent Soul Stage noticed it.

The old man's eyes were sharp as he stared at Qiao Sheng, as if he wanted to see through him. However, Qiao Sheng ignored the old man. In that instant, he adjusted his expression and retreated to the side so that Hsiang Lanxuan could come up and take a look.

There was no beauty in the coffin, only a skeleton with a string of prayer beads around its neck and a wooden fish in its hand.

The old man also came forward. He carefully observed the skeleton and finally said, "This should be Daoist Priest Huiming, who died hundreds of years ago."

Daoist Priest Huiming did not cultivate the Dao, he cultivated the Buddha. He held a wooden fish in his hand, and there were Buddhist beads around his neck. He walked barefoot between the heaven and earth, and wherever he went, dead trees would spring, leaving behind a fragrant ground. However, he did not ascend, but chose to corrode his body, die, and die. His soul had long since turned into nothingness.

Legend has it that on the day of Huiming's death, at the place where the mountains and rivers met, there was a merman crying. After that day, the water disappeared, leaving behind a merman who had already turned into a stone statue.

Then the question was, why did Daoist Priest Huiming's corpse exist, and why did it exist here?

The old man began to doubt his own conclusion and began to search around the coffin for clues.

Qiao Sheng ignored them. Suddenly, a red light flashed in the corner of his eyes. He turned his head to look at the mural. The mural that he had been neglecting all this time had a hint of red on it. It seemed to be a scene of sacrifice. Densely packed people in white were kneeling on the ground. On the stairway, there was a person in red. His back was facing the crowd and his body was long. On the cross on the high platform, there was a person in white, so his face could not be seen clearly.

At this moment, the man in red, who had his back to the mural, moved. He turned his head and met Qiao Sheng's gaze with smiling eyes through the mural.

Qiao Sheng frowned. When he looked carefully again, the red color on the mural had disappeared, as if what he saw just now was just an illusion.

He glanced at the others and saw that they were all the same. Qiao Sheng snorted softly and retreated to a corner, leaning against the wall. He did not want to get involved, since it had nothing to do with him anyway.

Xiao Jin, who had been following behind Hsiang Lanxuan, revealed his undamaged golden eye. He watched helplessly as a man in red appeared on the wall Qiao Sheng was leaning against. The man in red bent down and stopped on Qiao Sheng's exposed white neck. Then, he opened his red lips and revealed two sharp fangs.

"Gold, what are you looking at?"

Hsiang Lanxuan felt that his clothes were being pulled. He turned around and saw that the Gold was standing still on the spot, staring at Qiao Sheng. He asked.

Gold retracted his gaze, shook his head, and followed Hsiang Lanxuan to the other side. He turned his head and looked at the clean wall. A trace of regret flashed across his eyes.

It would be great if that despicable human was eaten by "him."

The dragon was born selfish and greedy. It did not acknowledge Hsiang Lanxuan and hated Qiao Sheng for forcing it to sign a contract with Hsiang Lanxuan. If it had the chance, it wanted to tear Qiao Sheng into pieces and turn him into ashes.

After the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, the group was ready to search for an exit when Xiao Yue broke free from the youth's watch. The two of them pressed down on a rock that protruded from the wall, and a stone door opened.

"Quick, chase!"

Hsiang Lanxuan followed with his sword in hand, and the Gold followed closely by his side. Qiao Sheng quickly jumped over Zhou Xiyue and quickly caught up with Hsiang Lanxuan. The others were stunned for a second before they followed him.

Hsiang Lanxuan chased after the two small figures that were getting further and further away. Qiao Sheng was beside him. Behind the stone door was a straight and deep passage. Every five meters, there were two Night-Luminescent Pearls shining on the stone walls on both sides.

However, what Zhou Xiyue and the others saw when they caught up with them was not a straight and deep passage, but a fork in the road. Hsiang Lanxuan and Qiao Sheng had long been separated from them.

"Hiss -" Qiao Sheng, who was following Hsiang Lanxuan, took a deep breath and stopped in his tracks.

When Hsiang Lanxuan heard this, he stopped and looked over. "Martial Uncle, what's wrong?"

Qiao Sheng stretched out his arm and saw that his left shoulder was badly mutilated. The wound had already been covered by blood. The smell of blood quickly filled the air.

The Gold, who was squatting behind Hsiang Lanxuan, avoided his gaze. If one looked carefully, one would see that the expression on its face was half fear and half schadenfreude.

Qiao Sheng, who had been injured for some reason, naturally did not look well. He applied the medicine to himself with a gloomy face. Seeing this, Hsiang Lanxuan took the medicine and said, "Martial Uncle, let me help you."

It was indeed inconvenient to apply medicine with one hand, but Qiao Sheng did not comment on it. He adjusted his position so that he was standing in a bright place, then untied his belt. His eyebrows were knitted, but his hand did not hesitate to pull open the front of his shirt, revealing half of his chest.

Qiao Sheng said to Hsiang Lanxuan, "Hurry up, there's danger here."

He did not feel anything just now. He only felt a chill on his left. The next second, he felt a sharp pain, as if something had reached out and bitten him with its sharp teeth.

"Alright, Martial Uncle."

Hsiang Lanxuan's gaze swept across Qiao Sheng's chest. His eyes flashed. He suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and focused on applying the medicine on him.

A pair of deep red eyes were staring at them from the top of their heads. To be exact, they were staring at Qiao Sheng, who was frowning.

"He..." Licking the corner of his mouth, he hid his figure.