The Heir of the Celestial Diagram

Chapter 60: Conflict in the Shadows

The tension hung in the air within the ancient ruins. Han Feng remained hidden in the shadows, closely observing the three cultivators of the Celestial Corpse Sect. They were searching the chamber for treasure, impatient and restless. The young leader of the group, a man in black robes with an air of arrogance, frowned as he examined a mural carved into the wall. - Hmph! The information said there would be something valuable here! - he muttered, kicking a stone away. - Don't waste my time with nonsense. One of the subordinates hurried to respond: "Young master, this place must have already been looted. If there's nothing of value, we can simply destroy it and move on to the next location ." Han Feng narrowed his eyes. "It seems they haven't found the true secret of these ruins yet..." That gives me an advantage. With fluid and silent movements, he slid along the side of the chamber and approached the mural that the young master was analyzing. His purple eyes shone upon noticing subtle runes carved into the stone. With a light and precise touch, he activated a hidden mechanism. Suddenly, a slight tremor ran through the ground, and a secret door opened in the wall, revealing a staircase that descended into the depths. The cultivators of the Celestial Corpse Sect recoiled for a moment, surprised. But the young master soon composed himself and smiled maliciously. - It seems that luck has smiled upon me. Let's go! Without hesitation, the three men entered the passage. Han Feng followed them silently, staying hidden in the darkness. As they descended, the atmosphere became increasingly oppressive. The dark energy in the air intensified , indicating the presence of something powerful. Upon reaching the end of the staircase, they found themselves in a vast underground chamber, where a black urn floated in the center, emanating a sinister aura. The young master laughed disdainfully. - This must be the real treasure! The Celestial Corpse Sect will become even stronger with this! Before he could approach, a cold voice echoed from the darkness. - I believe this treasure does not belong to you. The three cultivators turned abruptly, drawing their weapons. Han Feng stepped out of the shadows, his presence dominating the atmosphere. - Who are you?! - roared the young master, furious at being caught off guard. - Just a traveler in search of what belongs to him. - Han Feng smiled coldly. - Insolent! "Kill him!" - ordered the young master. His two subordinates attacked first, delivering fierce blows. Han Feng slipped between the attacks with grace and precision, dodging with ease. In a swift motion, he summoned his Dual Chaos Larva, which shone with a menacing aura. With a subtle movement of his hands, he unleashed a storm of razor-sharp energy threads. The two subordinates didn't even have time to react before being torn apart and falling lifeless. The young master took a step back, fear shining in his eyes. - Son of a bitch! You don't know who you're messing with! My Sect will hunt you down to the ends of the earth! - Let them come. - Han Feng replied coldly. The young master gritted his teeth and activated his most powerful Gu. A dark mist enveloped his body, shaping into the form of a gigantic corpse puppet. "Die!" he shouted, lunging forward with overwhelming force. Han Feng remained impassive. With a swift movement, he condensed his energy and unleashed a devastating blast. The cadaverous puppet trembled and crumbled into pieces under the crushing pressure. The young master coughed up blood, his body trembling. Before he could flee, Han Feng appeared behind him in the blink of an eye. - Wait! We can negotiate! Context: Your body froze when a blade of pure energy pierced your chest. His body froze when a blade of pure energy pierced his chest. His eyes bulged, and he fell lifeless. Han Feng slowly withdrew his hand and wiped the blood from his clothes. He knew that the Celestial Corpse Sect would not let this incident go unpunished. Now, he would become a target, his name printed on wanted posters. He raised his eyes to the floating black urn and carefully picked it up. The dark energy pulsed within it. - If that is the kind of treasure the Celestial Corpse Sect desires, then it is better off in my hands. With a determined look, Han Feng disappeared into the shadows, ready for the challenges that lay ahead