Super Master

The two of them continued walking inside. Behind the main hall was a side chamber.    

    

Over here, it seemed to be a hall used for entertaining guests.    

    

There was a table inside. On the table, there was a jug of wine and a wine cup that had fallen down. They were all made of crystal.    

    

There was still a faint spiritual energy on it.    

    

Beside the table, there were four crystal chairs, sparkling and translucent.    

    

"It seems too quiet here. "The fourth floor … could it be that it's for those who come here to pick up treasures?"    

    

Yue Feng muttered.    

    

However, because his surroundings were filled with the water from the special Spiritual Energy, Yue Feng's consciousness could not be activated at all.    

    

The role of the Upper Sky Realm was also almost zero.    

    

After cleaning everything up, the two continued to walk forward.    

    

Wherever he passed by later, there would be luxurious rooms. Without any surprises, there were quite a few treasures in the rooms.    

    

In the later stages of the training, the two of them directly skipped over those places and continued forward.    

    

Time waited for no one, so the first thing they had to do was to find the person from Rohin Sect.    

    

After passing by a few courtyards and halls, the two of them arrived at a building.    

    

"Treasure Vault?"    

    

There were three big words written on the top of the pavilion.    

    

"There seems to be someone lying on the ground over there."    

    

At the door of the pavilion, they saw a figure.    

    

Then, he quickly ran over.    

    

"It's actually him!"    

    

"Nangong Sheng!"    

    

The two of them saw that the old man from Nangong Family, Nangong Sheng, was actually lying on the ground.    

    

Moreover, there were traces of dark red blood on the ground.    

    

There were a few big bloody holes on Nangong Sheng's chest that were starting to solidify.    

    

As for himself, he had long since become lifeless.    

    

Nangong Sheng died!    

    

"He should have just died."    

    

Yue Feng frowned as he checked Nangong Sheng's body.    

    

Only the bloody hole in front of him made him tremble.    

    

His chest had been twisted into a bloody mess.    

    

This should be a fatal injury.    

    

However, Nangong Sheng had the strength of Third Layer of Innate, how could he die like this?    

    

Too bloody and violent.    

    

When Qing Jizi continued to observe the corpse, Yue Feng raised his head and saw clearly the appearance of this Treasure Vault. On the other three walls of the treasure pavilion, there were three shelves.    

    

On each of the shelves, there were all kinds of swords and axes. There were also some crystal beads, ropes and other dazzling things of unknown use.    

    

The most eye-catching one was a light green Short Knife which was tied to a stone platform in the innermost area.    

    

The rope that was used to tie the Short Knife was made from threads similar to seaweed. If one looked carefully, they would be able to see complicated patterns on it.    

    

Wisps of spiritual energy were being emitted from it.    

    

On the rope, there were a few simple and unadorned runes.    

    

However, the runes were not undamaged. A few of them had already eroded, leaving only half or even a third of them intact.    

    

"This blade …"    

    

Yue Feng could feel that there was something special about it, but it seemed to be sealed here without the slightest fluctuation of spiritual energy or energy.    

    

"Hmm?"    

    

Suddenly, the entire Treasure Pavilion started buzzing.    

    

And this vibration actually came from the various swords and sabers treasures on the three shelves.    

    

"There's something off, be careful."    

    

Qing Jizi narrowed her eyes.    

    

She seemed to know why Nangong Sheng died here.    

    

The frequency at which the treasures vibrated grew higher and higher, becoming more and more consistent. It was as if there was some sort of connection between them.    

    

Their tremors caused the entire pavilion to shake.    

    

"Weng weng weng …"