Zombies: Cultivating Immortality at Maoshan, Becoming Stronger by Doing Nothing

Chapter 706

Bang!

The man in brocade robes had no idea that Ling Yanyan would be so violent, and caught off guard, he was kicked to the ground.

"Damn it! If you dare touch me, I'll kill you!" the man in brocade cursed, struggling to his feet.

"Kill me? You think you can?" Ling Yanyan glanced at him disdainfully and pointed around: "Where is this place? Wanbao Pavilion! There are more than a dozen experts at the Qi Gathering Realm guarding this place. What makes you think you can kill me?"

"You..." The man in brocade gritted his teeth, but was speechless.

"Useless trash!" Ling Yanyan sneered, stepping on the man in brocade robes' chest. "Tell your young master to wash his neck and wait!"

After saying that, Ling Yanyan turned and left.

Seeing Ling Yanyan's arrogant and domineering attitude, the man in brocade gritted his teeth in hatred, but there was nothing he could do.

Although Wanbaoge's strength cannot compare to the Wang clan, it far surpasses that of ordinary aristocratic families. Moreover, several Qi Gathering Realm experts are stationed in the shops affiliated with Wanbaoge.

If Ling Yan Yan wanted to kill him, she probably would have done so already.

"Let's just let this embarrassment slide!" The man in brocade sighed inwardly and turned to return to the Wanbao Pavilion.

A moment later, the man in brocade returned to the living room and briefly explained what had happened.

"Qi Gathering Pill? Could it be that the kid came for the Qi Gathering Pill?" After hearing the description from the man in brocade robes, the young master frowned, then revealed a playful expression: "Interesting, very interesting!"

"Not bad, not only did he dare to force his way into Wanbaoge, but he also threatened to wipe out my family. It seems this kid has some ability." The young master stroked his chin and muttered.

"Young master, you must help me avenge myself!" the man in brocade robes knelt and pleaded.

"Don't worry, I'll definitely help you! It's just that we don't know this kid's background yet, so let's hold back for now," the young master said thoughtfully.

"Young master, should I gather the men and take care of him?"

"Hmm?" The young master paused for a moment: "That is a solution, but I'm worried that Wanbaoge might get involved. After all, this kid has a rather special identity. It would be bad if he angered Wanbaoge. It's better to be on the safe side."

"I've memorized what this kid looks like. I'll observe him for a while."

Ling Yanyan never expected that someone would have their eyes on him.

After leaving this place, he went directly to an ancient tomb, which was a large burial chamber, but very empty.

Ling Yanyan frowned slightly as he looked at the stone coffins, which had all been opened and were in a very messy state.

"Could it be that many people died in this tomb?"

In front of him were several stone tables, on which were placed many things, but now they had all turned to dust.

"It seems that what I'm looking for isn't here."

Ling Yanyan shook his head, then his gaze fell on a giant door in front of him. "No matter what, now that we're here, we're definitely not going to leave empty-handed."

Having said that, he strode toward the massive door in front of him, stretched out his hands, and slowly pushed it open.

Squeak!

With a soft sound, the giant door in front of them was slowly pushed open.

Ling Yanyan took a deep breath, his expression becoming extremely solemn.

After all, there might be some danger here.

Squeak.

Finally, as the last wisp of dust settled, the giant gate opened completely.

"This! This is!"

When Ling Yanyan stepped inside, he was immediately stunned.

Before him lay a vast tomb chamber filled with rows of stone coffins, each with a yellow talisman pasted on it.

At this moment, all these yellow talismans had lost their effect and turned into ashes.

"This is... a formation? And with so many corpses, what on earth happened?"

Ling Yanyan was puzzled. He glanced around and suddenly his eyes lit up. He ran to the left.

At the end of the group of stone coffins, a rusty iron sword was stuck in the ground. It was dark red and faintly revealed a cold glint.

"It really is it."

Although he already knew the answer, Ling Yanyan still couldn't help but gasp when he saw the iron sword with his own eyes.