Ling Feng was at the Golden Elixir Realm Sixth Layer Cultivation, serving as the chief top disciple of the Nine Profound Sect.
Xiao Yi had to resort to the Blood Explosion Skill, burning thirty percent of his blood to contend against him, but now, having broken through to the Four Layer of the Golden Elixir Realm, Xiao Yi needed only a flick of his fingers to slay him.
This was the enhancement of combat power that came with a foundation in cultivation.
Yue Ling'er stared in disbelief, unable to comprehend what she was seeing in this young man before her.
When they had first entered the secret realm,
she had on multiple occasions advised Jiang Tai to keep his distance from Xiao Yi, believing Xiao Yi's cultivation to be unimpressive and only a harbinger of trouble that would undoubtedly drag Jiang Tai down.
What she could never have anticipated was Xiao Yi's growth to his current realm in the mere half-month since the opening of the secret realm.
Yue Ling'er swallowed hard, asking incredulously, "Xiao Yi, what exactly is your cultivation level?"
She simply could not believe that just half a month ago, Xiao Yi was merely at the Peak of the Divine Ability Realm!
Xiao Yi glanced at her and said indifferently, "Fourth Layer of the Golden Elixir Realm."
Yue Ling'er fell silent for a moment before pressing, "Half a month ago, were you really just at the peak of the Divine Ability Realm?"
Yue Ling'er sharply inhaled a breath of cold air.
Half a month, from the Peak of the Divine Ability Realm to the Fourth Layer of the Golden Elixir Realm?
How terrifyingly fast was that?
Even her brother, hailed as the first genius in the history of the Purple Robe Kingdom, couldn't manage that!
Surely no one from the eighteen kingdoms under the Great Qian Dynasty could possibly achieve that, could they?
The idol of all the young people in the Great Qian Dynasty, Xiao Tianjiao, who also happened to be Yue Ling'er's idol. Yue Ling'er looked intently at Xiao Yi and spoke in a grave voice, "Your surname is Xiao, could the rumors be true? Are you really from the Xiao Family of the Great Qian Dynasty? It's only a family that produced a figure like Xiao Tianjiao that could manifest a miracle like yours… breaking through four realms in half a month..."
Xiao Yi gave her a cold look, the indifference and iciness in his eyes causing Yue Ling'er to shiver, as if she had fallen into an ice pit.
Xiao Yi said coldly, "Where is Jiang Tai?"
Yue Ling'er was taken aback, snapping back to reality and quickly saying, "Cousin, chased by Ye Feng and Zhang Tianyi, has probably already entered the main tomb by now. Hurry and help him!"
Xiao Yi nodded and, with a flash, dashed wildly toward the depths of the tomb.
Inside the main tomb.
Jiang Tai, Zhang Tianyi, and Ye Feng stood clearly divided, with a massive coffin appearing before the trio. The coffin was suspended mid-air, tethered by three chains.
The chains wrapped around the coffin, with bright red links and yellow talismans plastered all over the coffin.
An eerie ghostly aura pervaded, exceptionally terrifying!
"The owner of this ancient tomb must be buried here!"
Ye Feng said lightly, "Later, when the three of us join forces to open the coffin, the Martial Dao Divine Fruit is mine, and the rest of the treasures are yours!"
Jiang Tai sneered, "Impossible!"
Zhang Tianyi also had a nonchalant expression, "The Martial Dao Divine Fruit can't possibly be yours."
Ye Feng narrowed his eyes and said, "None of us can gain the upper hand over the others, and if we were to truly fight to the death, in the end, it would only benefit a third party."
"What exactly are you trying to say?" Zhang Tianyi asked, frowning.
Ye Feng said in a deep voice, "Let the three of us take turns attacking the coffin, and whoever opens it first gets the Martial Dao Divine Fruit. How about it?"
After a moment of silence, they both nodded in agreement.
Jiang Tai asked, "Who goes first?"
Ye Feng said, "I have three sticks here, we could draw lots, with the length determining the order. The longest one goes first, the shortest last. How about that?"
After drawing lots, Jiang Tai went first, followed by Zhang Tianyi, and then Ye Feng.
Jiang Tai wielded a nine-ring great saber that gleamed with a silvery light, swinging the blade down. With a humming sound, the silver saber light fell heavily on the coffin.
The coffin shook violently, and the chains rattled loudly.
Zhang Tianyi was the second to perform, wielding a long spear like a raging dragon sweeping the heavens, landing a blow on the coffin. The entire coffin shook violently, and strips of yellow talismans exploded off it.
It still did not open.
Zhang Tianyi, his face twisted with annoyance, glared fiercely at Ye Feng, "Your turn!"
Ye Feng's mouth curled into a smirk, and with a casual toss, a bottle of blood-red liquid scattered forth.
The blood-red liquid stained the chains, from which plumes of black smoke began to rise, corrosion eating away at the chains.
With a loud boom, the three chains snapped in succession, and the coffin crashed to the ground. The lid of the coffin had also opened a crack at that moment, and Ye Feng said with a smug face, "Sorry, this Martial Dao Divine Fruit is mine now!"
"You... vile..." Zhang Tianyi glared at Ye Feng venomously.
That blood-red liquid was the blood of a creature known as the Corpse-Eating Worm, possessing extremely potent corrosive properties.
Never had they imagined that Ye Feng held this trick up his sleeve.
Jiang Tai snorted coldly, "People from the Royal Martial Arts Academy really have no shame."
"To the victor go the spoils; whoever laughs last is the real winner. As for the means used, nobody will care!" Ye Feng jeered and walked towards the coffin.
But just as he was about three meters away from the coffin, a cold snort suddenly resonated throughout the main tomb: "Who dares disturb my eternal slumber?"
The three of them—Ye Feng included—trembled all over, "Who?"
They looked around, but saw no one at all.
The cold voice came again: "I am within this coffin. Who dare disturbs me?"
They exchanged looks, shock written all over their faces.
Was the being inside the coffin still alive?
Ye Feng asked in a deep voice, "May I ask the elder's name?"
"I am of the ancestral Zong clan!"
Ye Feng paused for a moment, then respectfully said, "I am Ye Feng, a junior. Unaware that Ancestor Zong rested here, I hope for your forgiveness!"
The cold voice came again, "If you seek my forgiveness, kneel down and kowtow ten times!"
A cold light flashed in Ye Feng's eyes.
The cold voice spoke again, "Should you satisfy me, why should I not pass on my lifetime's inheritance to you?"
Ye Feng's complexion flushed.
A lifetime's inheritance?
That was the inheritance of a Tao Tribulation Realm powerhouse!
With this thought in mind.
Ye Feng thudded to his knees, his head banging resoundingly against the ground, respect on his face: "Junior Ye Feng offers kowtows in apology to Elder Ancestor Zong!"
"Um, those kowtows are loud and clear. It seems you have had plenty of practice with this!" The icy, authoritative voice suddenly turned mocking and familiar.
Ye Feng was taken aback and looked up sharply, only to see Xiao Yi sitting atop the coffin, watching him with amusement.
Ye Feng trembled all over, his eyes instantly bloodshot with rage, "Xiao Yi? You're still alive?" He suddenly recalled that cold voice, "Was that you speaking earlier? It was not an elder from within the coffin?"
"My dear grandson, how can you be so rude? Weren't you calling me your ancestor so naturally just now?" Xiao Yi raised an eyebrow at Ye Feng, tauntingly asking.
Ye Feng's face instantly turned beet red, as if he had been slapped dozens of times.
He had knelt before Xiao Yi and kowtowed ten times, even calling him ancestor?
That was humiliating to the extreme!
Zhang Tianyi's eyes were also narrowed as he stared fixedly at Xiao Yi. To him, the secrets on Xiao Yi's person were far more valuable than the Martial Dao Divine Fruit. His sanguine tongue licked his lips, "Xiao Yi, I'm glad you're not dead. With the secrets on you, who needs the Martial Dao Divine Fruit anyway!"
Ye Feng immediately looked at Zhang Tianyi, "Zhang Tianyi, let us join forces to take down this man!"
Zhang Tianyi nodded his head.
"Humph, if you want to deal with Xiao, you'll have to get past me first!" Jiang Tai snorted coldly, his face showing a genuine gleam of joy upon learning Xiao Yi was alive.
With a flash, he positioned himself in front of Xiao Yi.
Ye Feng narrowed his eyes, "Your Highness the Seventh Prince, you may be powerful, but any one of us can contain you. The other can then deal with Xiao Yi, you won't be able to stop us!"
Before Jiang Tai could respond.
Xiao Yi's voice came from behind him, "Brother Jiang, just watch from the sidelines! This unfilial progeny of mine is actually conspiring with strangers against me, his ancestor. I must personally administer the family discipline!"
With those words, one could almost hear the sound of slaps in the air.
Ye Feng's face was an iron blue, his murderous intent soaring, "Xiao Yi, I will tear you into a thousand pieces..."