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Chapter 699 - Chapter 699 Chapter 699 The Secret Land is Not Kind

Chapter 699: Chapter 699: The Secret Land is Not Kind Chapter 699: Chapter 699: The Secret Land is Not Kind After waiting for almost two hours, the Taoist from the temple brought the painting over.

The scroll, created eight hundred years ago, was coiled into a cylinder and placed inside a bag made of bluish silk, which in turn was placed inside a box; on the outside of the box, there was an added layer of rainproof cloth and a layer of plastic bag.

Seeing the thorough protection provided by the other party, Feng Jun simply raised his hand and released a huge sun umbrella.

Xu Leigang took the sun umbrella and thrust it fiercely into the ground; the tip of the umbrella’s handle stabbed at least a foot and a half into the earth.

Guan Shanyue glanced at him and thought to herself that this man was indeed a Martial World expert.

Feng Jun then took out a small table and placed the painting on it, peeling off the layers.

He held the scroll in his hands, carefully examined it for a good while, and then gestured back and forth, trying to fit the painting into the current scenery.

The others didn’t speak; they just silently stood there, watching him work.

After a while, Feng Jun’s eyebrows suddenly raised. “So that’s how it is!” he exclaimed.

Guan Shanyue was pleased to hear this, but she had more self-restraint and said nothing.

The young Daoist nun beside her couldn’t help herself, “Master Feng, have you found the secret location?”

Without looking at her, Feng Jun addressed Guan Shanyue seriously, “The secret location… I am ninety percent sure; however, with the rain, I suggest we wait for it to stop before searching.”

The delicate drizzle of early spring, when was it ever easy to stop? Feng Jun simply released some tables and chairs, as well as a gas stove, and began to boil water for tea right there.

By now, it was known by many that Luohua Manor had storage devices, so there was no need to hide that fact anymore.

Approximately two hours later, the rain finally stopped. Feng Jun picked up the scroll, flew into the sky, and surveyed the surroundings.

The young Daoist nun couldn’t help but glance at Guan Shanyue, thinking that if he just flew away like that, it would be a big problem.

Director Guan, on the other hand, was not worried; she had already considered such possibilities beforehand. Now was the time to trust the people you use and use the people you trust.

Feng Jun didn’t do anything out of the ordinary; after flying around for a bit, he came back down. “Alright, follow me,” he said.

He led the way with Xu Leigang, Guan Shanyue, and two Taoists from Danxia Heaven following him.

This time, Feng Jun headed in a direction without any path, but he had already observed the terrain from above. He pulled out a long blade and forcefully hacked out a path.

After winding their way for roughly five hundred meters, the group arrived at several large trees that were each thick enough to be hugged, plus there was a moss-covered Big Stone.

The stone, where it emerged from the ground, was about half a person tall and covered an area of about ten square meters, quite smooth with some wild grass and short shrubs growing upon it.

“This is the spot,” Feng Jun stopped in his tracks, took out the scroll, and passed his Divine Sense over it.

This was the peculiarity he had discovered; the painting wasn’t a treasure map but had some trick to it, which required holding the scroll on-site and sweeping it with Divine Sense for the secret location to respond.

This explained very well why Danxia Heaven needed a Cultivator at the Detachment phase to access the secret location.

When Feng Jun discovered the peculiarity earlier, he was truly excited–a secret location that only someone at the Detachment phase could enter wouldn’t be too shabby, right?

So, once again, he had some feelings of regret; such a great thing was about to benefit Danxia Heaven again.

Of course, if he didn’t say anything, no one would know, and in desperation, they might even resort to taking by force.

But Feng was a man of principle. The compensation had already been agreed upon beforehand; a gentleman does not take advantage of another’s ignorance.

He had no intention of breaking the deal, but to say there was no turmoil in his heart at all, would that be possible?

“I knew it, opening treasure chests for others is too affecting to one’s state of mind,” he silently resolved: In the future, he must not casually open treasure chests for others, as it easily breeds heart demons.

Just as his Divine Sense swept over the scroll, the air above the Big Stone began to fluctuate, similar to the air above a road heated by the blistering summer sun, distorting the scene due to the flow of air.

In the midst of this distortion, a gray Stone Gate slowly began to appear on the stone.

At first, the door seemed somewhat insubstantial, but then it solidified bit by bit.

In just a minute or two, a gray Stone Gate stood erect on the Big Stone.

The gate was three meters high and two and a half meters wide, a pair of double doors that were simple and thick without much decoration, except for two beast heads in the center, mouths holding the gate rings.

This scene appeared rather mystical, and everyone stared in amazement for a while before they all turned to look at Feng Jun.

Feng Jun’s expression was also quite strange. He looked at the Stone Gate for a while, then rolled up the scroll in his hands.

As soon as he rolled up the scroll, the Stone Gate twisted and vanished into the air.

He sighed, “It seems that during the process of entering the Stone Gate, the scroll cannot be rolled up.”

He unrolled the scroll again, and with a sweep of his Divine Sense, the Stone Gate reappeared.

Then, Feng Jun handed the painting scroll to the young Daoist nun, “Take good care of it, and wait for us outside.”

The young Daoist nun hesitated for a moment before speaking timidly, “But… I also want to go in and take a look.”

“You stay put outside,” Feng Jun said sternly, then drew out two long blades, handing one to Xu Leigang, “It might be a bit dangerous inside… be careful.”

“No way?” The little Daoist nun looked at Guan Shanyue in astonishment and asked, “This is a secret place of our Danxia Heaven, left by our ancestors, how could it be… dangerous?”

Director Guan’s face shifted through expressions before he spoke gravely, “Step back, there might indeed be danger. The door knocker has given a warning.”

As soon as he said this, not only did the young Daoist nun step back, but the male Taoist’s face, a beginner martial master, also changed, “What’s wrong with the door knocker?”

Guan Shanyue stared at the door knocker and casually replied, “Look at that beast’s head.”

“What’s with the beast’s head?” The male Taoist was even more puzzled, “Many households have beast heads on their door knockers.”

“The door knockers of households feature the head of Jiaotu,” Feng Jun spoke gravely, “Among the ‘dragon’s nine children’, Jiaotu is one, known for its love of seclusion, hence it’s used as the beast head for door knockers.”

“Exactly,” Guan Shanyue pointed forward and said sternly, “Look at these two beast heads, similar to tiger heads with sharp teeth. They are not Jiaotu, they’re Bi An… Bi An is used only on prison gates, mostly for death row, which is why there’s the saying about ‘tiger head prisons’.”

Despite not following the path of cultivation or martial arts, Director Guan was well-versed in many allusions, certainly not the type who was ignorant and unlearned.

The male Taoist was completely baffled, “But I’ve seen many households with this kind of tiger head.”

Before Guan Shanyue could speak, Feng Jun snorted coldly, “In ancient times, the patterns of birds and beasts on official garments had specific meanings. Nowadays, people don’t pay attention to these things. Do you think the ancestors of your Danxia Heaven didn’t understand?”

The male Taoist fell silent at once, saying no more.

Feng Jun was not inclined to keep criticizing him, “Fine, since your cultivation level is a bit higher, you can come in with us.”

“I am going to follow you in,” Guan Shanyue said decisively, then raised her hand, showing off a jade token with pride, “I have the Seal of Authority of Danxia Heaven, I don’t believe something unexpected could happen.”

Feng Jun raised his hand and directly drew the jade token into his grasp, an action that made everyone else startle.

He looked it over for a moment, then handed it back, “Don’t joke around, that’s new jade, not old jade.”

Guan Shanyue’s face reddened, “The old seal was destroyed, my seal was carved one-to-one based on records… Regardless, I’m definitely coming in with you.”

After some thought, Feng Jun’s hand conjured a large emergency lantern out of thin air, and he passed it to her, “You follow behind us.”

Guan Shanyue didn’t refuse this request, taking the emergency lantern and switching it on.

The bright light from the lantern illuminated the area like daylight.

She couldn’t help but feel a twinge of envy, thinking how wonderful it would be if Danxia Heaven also had such storage magical artifacts.

Feng Jun stepped forward, gently pushing the stone gate, which effortlessly swung open; he entered without hesitation.

Once inside the gate, there was a pitch-black corridor. The air seemed to carry a hint of mist, and even the beam from Feng Jun’s powerful flashlight was of limited use.

The ground underfoot was not particularly smooth, with some unevenness, but it provided good traction.

Feng Jun led the way, followed closely by Xu Leigang, then came Guan Shanyue and the male Taoist.

The group tread carefully through the corridor for several minutes, feeling the mist grow thicker and visibility reduce.

The last male Taoist couldn’t help but suggest, “It’s no use to keep walking like this, can the air inside… support our consumption?”

No one answered him. After a few more steps, several green dots suddenly emerged from the front, dancing in the air.

“Careful!” Feng Jun’s body lowered into a defensive stance as he issued a warning.

But his warning was a bit too late. The next moment, several green dots pounced towards him with astonishing speed.

“Go!” Feng Jun uttered a light shout, channeling energy through his body, and slapped the long blade towards them.

With a few light “ding” sounds, he felt his wrist shake continuously; a sudden fear gripped him, “Lei Gang, step back and activate the Golden Armor Charm!”

He was, after all, a cultivator who had transitioned from an innate expert. Even the force of striking with the flat of the blade should not be endured by ordinary people, but these green dots were able to make his wrist feel the pressure. Xu Leigang, even as a martial master, probably couldn’t withstand it.

Fortunately, in recent days he had acquired several Golden Armor Charms on the mobile phone plane and had given one to Xu Leigang, now telling him to activate it.

As soon as Xu Leigang heard his command, he didn’t hesitate to slap the charm onto himself, and a yellow halo of light appeared around him.

Guan Shanyue certainly hadn’t expected that the enemy would have such a tactic. She instinctively stepped back two paces, increasing the distance between them.

Thankfully, Feng Jun had scattered a few of the green dots, and the remaining ones seemed to have identified their foe, heading straight for him.

Feng Jun’s wrist twisted, dispatching swift slashes with his blade. This time, he was not using the back but the edge of the blade.

As his blade cut through, he finally saw what the green dots were and couldn’t help but shout, “Nether Bees… Lei Gang, keep retreating! We have encountered creatures of extreme yin here!”

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