Chapter 140: Ancient Tomb (Part Three)

“It seemed this boss usually guarded this checkpoint, received few benefits, and was quite poor!”

Ye Rong muttered quietly there. Long-Legged Lady heard it and “pfft”ed out a laugh.

The green-faced and fanged demon was definitely one with the most skills among all the monsters he had ever seen. Various Demonic Path spells were shown off one by one in its hands, used with amazing finesse.

The combos and timing of those spells were better than ninety percent of Demonic Path players, making him open his eyes wide.

Sadly, none of these spells could get past the Taiyi Five Smoke Net. They all got stuck at the colored smoky glow and melted away.

Snowy light swiped sideways; ink-like blackness scared the sky. Ye Rong only used two sword lights. Though not as huge and grand as Blood Colored Poppy’s star light, their killing power was just as strong.

Finally spotting an opening, Graceful Dream Butterfly pulled ten pale flames together again. Like a blazing sun, it broke through rows of Demonic Qi shields and went inside the green-faced demon.

Moments later, a tall pale flame burst from inside it. It fell down in the fire.

Long-Legged Lady held a gloomy-looking demonic pearl in her hand. She weighed it a few times and threw it to Blood Colored Poppy. This pearl was the only drop from the mirror boss. No wonder Ye Rong called it poor—it was a level 50 Elite Monster.

“You guys decide how to share this demonic pearl. I’m not into it.”

Blood Colored Poppy received the pearl and put it on show right away. Being stared at greedily by the others felt bad. If she moved too slow, people might think she wanted to keep it.

Delusional Demon Pearl: Fifth-Rank Magical Treasure; attributes not certified.

They looked at each other, all dumbstruck. They talked about it earlier but forgot the main part: these Flying Swords and Magical Treasures weren’t certified, so attributes were unknown. By just name and rank, who could say how much use it was?

Graceful Dream Butterfly didn’t want it. First, this Delusional Demon Pearl was worse than her own gear. Second, as a Righteous Path Disciple, using a Demonic Path Magical Treasure clashed; it couldn’t wreck at full strength and felt awkward.

Changing Demonic Weapons or Demonic Path Magical Treasures into Immortal Weapons or Righteous Path Magical Treasures was doable. But the price was big; only the best treasures got such luck.

Ye Rong also gave up on the Delusional Demon Pearl for the same reason. Even if its attributes rocked, he wouldn’t bite.

He was the Tianshu Hall Chief Disciple. Using Demonic Path Magical Treasures could let other players pick on him, especially with big enemy Long Wushuang stalking nearby.

His spot as Tianshu Hall Chief Disciple was still like a test job. It wasn’t fully safe. In under three months, the Righteous Alliance Grand Competition would decide who kept it.

Short Elder Zhu Mei surely backed his student Long Wushang. If they had proof, even his master Demon-Subduing True Lord Jiang Shu couldn’t save him.

So, Ye Rong had zero chance to use Demonic Weapons or Demonic Path Magical Treasures and risk others finding his weak spot.

“Folks, with gear that has no attributes, I guess you can’t choose well. How about we go back, get them certified, and then share?”

Earlier stuff was Second or Third Rank Magical Treasures. Not knowing attributes was fine; they split by numbers with few grumbles. But this was a Fifth-Rank Magical Treasure; the value gap was key.

A top Fifth-Rank Magical Treasure to a dud one could cost three to five times more, plus fit issues. No shock they were stuck and tense.

These five came from Heterodox Schools like Wutai or Huashan, or were from Southern Sea Xuan Turtle Hall or overseas. Not tied to famous sects, so they craved the Delusional Demon Pearl.

Heterodox School players had that perk: not blood-crazy like Demonic Path players—who often killed thousands to make their gear—and not rule-bound like Righteous Path players, with hardly any harsh limits.

So using Demonic Path Magical Treasures like the Delusional Demon Pearl caused no worry; it was normal.

But they lost one thing: Righteous Path players had tons of rules, yet during Heavenly Tribulation, they had the best shot at winning.

“Bullcrap! After returning, all those cert fees add up big. Who pays? If the payer hates the gear after cert, then wants a swap, who takes it?”

Fang Geyin rolled his eyes, gave a cold snort, and really hated that idea.

“Geyin! Then you say how. Can you certify all this gear right now?”

Blood Colored Poppy frowned, a bit annoyed at Fang Geyin. This guy was trouble all day; bringing him in felt like a dumb move.

“To me, it’s easy! Skip cert. Go by eye: pick your fave gear from rank and looks. Later, when it gets certified, if attributes suck or rock, it’s your own fault. Like, whoever grabs this Fifth-Rank Delusional Demon Pearl loses a pick later. If somebody ends with weak loot, the gear-holders chip in gold to even it.”

Ye Rong listened and nodded inside. Fang Geyin was weird, but his fix was way better than the last.

If all items went to one player but couldn’t be touched, the others might grow ugly thoughts.

“Feasible.”

“I reckon it’s feasible too.”

Blood Colored Poppy saw none disagreed and nodded. “So, by Geyin’s word: Who wants this Delusional Demon Pearl? Fifth-Rank Magical Treasure.”

“I’ll take it!”

The others were keen but still dithering when Fang Geyin shouted. He snatched the Delusional Demon Pearl from Blood Colored Poppy and gripped it with a grin.

“Hehe! You’re all wishy-washy. I’ll fix that—it’s mine!”

Fang Geyin ignored the angry stares. He tossed and tossed the Delusional Demon Pearl in his hand, letting out a few pesky, cheesy laughs.

Breeze Clear, Clouds Light, and the gang were mad but couldn’t rant. After all, folks felt tempted but shied away. Judging a Fifth-Rank Magical Treasure just by name was risky play.

Even among them, they wondered: “What if the next drop is way cooler?”

“Okay. Geyin got one Fifth-Rank Magical Treasure. Next time loot drops, ya can’t pick.”

Blood Colored Poppy felt a headache leading this crowd. Not Herbal Hall members, they were a pain to boss; they didn’t listen full.

“Move on! This Ancient Tomb’s second layer is deadlier than the first!”

Corpse giants stood three meters tall, sat on level 40 zombie beasts, and bore ink-dark dragon spears with a shadowy corpse fire around them.

Totally see-through ghosts were made of a thousand freaked faces. Light bent to show those faces’ dying shock and fear, flashing creepy glows.

The Ancient Tomb’s second layer was scary tough, but Ye Rong’s group of eight were top guns in Far Shore. With protectors like Taiyi Five Smoke Net, they pushed through the dangers safe, though it took some fuss.

Monsters all the way only dumped one gear: Nether Toxic Bone Arrow—a Second-Rank Flying Sword—with sky-high drop rates.

Likely ’cause corpse giants and ghosts were high level themselves, yet dropping Second-Rank Flying Swords. Even with max luck, a solo corpse giant spat out four or five Nether Toxic Bone Arrows.

Ye Rong kept score. He snatched nineteen total, likely the most among them.

Second-Rank Flying Swords as Demonic Weapons? Unwanted, even by Heterodox School players. They mainly used Divine Weapons: Immortal or Demonic Weapons cut power by half a grade—not worth it unless super cool.

Bigger thing: the Nether Toxic Bone Arrow was too low-tier to matter. Some landed in far spots; folks skipped ’em, so he grabbed ’em.

Since the Seven Birds Feather and Mixed Gold Orb mess, Ye Rong got super keen on low-tier Flying Swords and Magical Treasures flooding one spot unusually. Was this another flying sword set?

Odds were slim. But his Universe Pouch had room enough. Holding dozens of Nether Toxic Bone Arrows wasn’t a prob.

“Hmph! If I can chunk a Fourth-Rank Demonic Weapon, I’ll cash huge. I’d won’t use it, but get Lei Laohu to flip it. Boom! Two months’ food money.”

At the Ancient Tomb second layer’s end still sat a huge mirror. This time it smashed with endless waves—mountain-high swells that flipped mega ships like toys.

“I don’t know squat about this layer’s boss guradian. Last team didn’t make it here. Stay woke! Don’t slack!”

Blood Colored Poppy went stone-faced. She flipped her star light flying sword; a flock of tiny star sparks flew onto her own self.

For the first layer’s boss, the green-faced demon, she knew its powers, so she triggered it easy and chill.