Fishing the Myriad Heavens Chapter 94

Its greatest merit was the fact that, apart from temporarily losing consciousness, there were no adverse effects from breathing in the smoke!

Most sleeping gases contained too much chemicals which, when inhaled in bigger amounts, could cause a person's brain to shut down. Even if one didn't die, their brain would be paralyzed!

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"Really, our lord might be overreacting a bit... he just took Liu Jie's words at face value and actually sent us all the way out here. It's just a small fry who's at most at the Peak level of Dark Jing. Furthermore, the guy is quite young and most likely lacks battle experience. How much strength can such a person wield?"

A group of 5-6 people glided through the dense forest like a group of ghosts.

"Alright, our Lord is only doing this to play safe. If he did not happen to be in closed door training to cultivate that fist technique, he would probably have come here in person."

One of the group member was similarly dissatisfied. He felt that the entire affair was too circumspect.

"Hmph! That kid is so arrogant and conceited because he has a good dad!"

Their tone when mentioning Jin Rong was laced with deep scorn. From their point of view, if he didn't have a powerful and doting father, given his character, he would have been beaten to death long ago in some alley.

"Alright, stop talking. It's best to always remain cautious. Keep your guard up. Although we are all Peak Dark Jing experts, if the other guy really goes on a rampage, it's still not impossible for him to drag one of us into the grave with him!" Shuge commanded coldly.

It was obvious that Shuge held a rather high position among this group of people. The moment he opened his mouth, the others fell silent and increased their speed as they neared the mansion.

At this moment, a sinister green cloud was drifting slowly towards the old mansion. Sensing the danger, Insatiable and Black Hole stirred up and pricked their ears as they observed their surroundings warily.

After that, it was just blackness. Their four limbs went soft and they collapsed into a deep sleep.

"Eh? Not good! We've fallen into a trap!"

The moment the group flipped over the mansion walls, they were immediately greeted by a mentally refreshing fragrance, causing Shuge to exclaim in shock.

He resolutely held his breath as a single thought went through his mind, 'How the hell did the opponent know they were coming?!'

But holding his breath now was much too late. A single whiff of the smoke was all it took for his head to feel extraordinarily heavy. His footsteps became light and unsteady, and for a long time, he struggled against the drowsiness before finally slumping against the wall and falling asleep.

Mystic One and the rest had already fallen asleep long ago. The arrival of the powerful sleeping gas did nothing more than to improve their sleep.

After ten minutes, the sleeping incense had finally burned out and the smoke had mostly drifted into Bei Feng's mansion.

"Ok, we can move now. Make sure to not leave any traces behind!"

Han Dan reminded as he raised his hand to indicate the start of the operation.

The group of people no longer bothered to hide themselves. Instead, they strode boldly towards the mansion.

"Pata!"

A skinny man dressed entirely in black walked up to the main door and inserted an iron wire into the gap in the door. After fiddling about for a bit, the door was successfully opened.

Under Pan Jin's lead, the group quickly proceeded towards the room where the large cauldron was kept. Under the illumination of the torchlight, a majestic ancient cauldron which emanated a rich aura of history appeared before the flabbergasted eyes of the tomb raiders.

Han Dan walked up and ran his fingers along the life like patterns on the exterior of the cauldron, his eyes shining in agitation.

Commoners were actually banned from privately possessing any large bronze artifacts. The government had strictly prohibited any trading or hiding of such artifacts. Of course, such laws were naturally not enough to deter people like Han Dan!

Although the profession of tomb raiding was not anything glorious or aboveboard, the connections formed by generations of tomb raiders could not be underestimated!

Some commercial connections might have disappeared with the passage of time, but the fact remains that there will always be some avenues which would remain open!

This cauldron was obviously not an easy item to get rid of, and held a great amount of risks, but as long as they succeeded, they would be able to enjoy a lifetime of wealth and glory!

"One, two, three, UP!"

Six muscular blokes grabbed a corner of the cauldron each and with a low grunt, forcefully lifted the cauldron up!

One had to know that this cauldron weighed over a thousand jin! Normally, one would expect that such a weight would have been extremely straining even for six gym rats. But apart from their breaths quickening slightly, it didn't seem to be a problem for them to move the cauldron for a short period of time.

Something like tomb raiding was not a profession for normal people! One had to fight against the traps in the tombs, and often other tomb raiders as well. Thus, every accomplished tomb raider was guaranteed to be someone with extraordinary ability!

Those who lacked it were all dead! As such, the six muscle heads were much stronger than the average people!

"F*ck his grandma! This bloody cauldron is so freaking heavy!"

One of the muscled mules gritted his teeth and grunted fiercely as sweat flowed down his face.

"Just think of this weight as something that's worth more than the same weight of gold and you won't feel tired anymore!" Another red-eyed muscled mule spat.

"That's right, if you don't force yourself to the limits, you will never know how strong you really are! For instance, if I asked you to carry 100 jin of bricks, you would probably be unable to move it. But if I were to tell you to move 100 jin of hundred yuan bills, not only would you be able to move it, you will even be able to run around with it!" A ghostly voice laughed.

"Who the f*ck says I can't move 100 jin of bricks? Even if it's 200 jin, I can still run with it!"

The muscled man almost stumbled upon hearing the mocking words, nearly forgetting to retort.

The entire group was in a very good mood and was only slightly taken aback by the comment before laughing aloud merrily.

Only Han Dan, He Jiawei and Pan Jin had a grim expression on their faces, as though they were facing a great enemy. Their gazes were on a lanky youth who was leaning against the Banyan tree with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

If the youth had not opened his mouth to speak, none of them would have noticed his presence at all!

"Why are you unaffected?" He Jiawei asked in puzzlement.

"Oh, I was indeed asleep just now. But your movements were so loud and clumsy as though you were hoping to wake the entire mansion. I think you only lack a gong and hammer to complete your performance... even if I wanted to continue sleeping, it's impossible to do so!"

Bei Feng rubbed his temples as he complained in an extremely aggrieved tone.

The corner of Han Dan's lips twitched lightly as he listened to Bei Feng's words. "Fourth Bro, are you sure that the sleeping gas was created properly? It seems like there's some issue with it!"

He Jiawei cocked his head to the side in confusion. "That shouldn't be the problem... look, aren't those two dogs sleeping like a pair of dead dogs? They're not even twitching at all!"

"What are you still holding onto the cauldron for? Put it down!"

Han Dan felt an intense headache as he looked at the bunch of idiots still stupidly holding on the heavy cauldron.

"Bam!"

A low thud sounded out as the cauldron sank heavily into the soft ground.

"Brat, were you the one who said those words to me just now?" The muscled man who was caught complaining a moment ago cracked his knuckles as he turned an unfriendly eye on Bei Feng.

"It's me. What about it?" Bei Feng chuckled lightly in his heart as he looked at the meat head before him.

"I'll let you find out what it means to have the strength to carry 200 jin of bricks today!"

"Thump!"

The muscled bloke loosened his joints before throwing a solid punch at Bei Feng's abdomen!

Surprisingly, the punch he threw did not feel quite right. Normally, his fists should be sinking into his opponent's body. But somehow, his own arm was filled with a tingling, numb sensation!

Bei Feng looked expressionlessly at the fist on his abdomen as he commented in a bland tone. "It's impolite to not reciprocate a gift... come, you can receive a fist from me as well! I may not be good at moving bricks, but I'm pretty good at handing out a beating!"

"Bam!"

Bei Feng sent a light punch at the at the muscled man's abdomen, causing him to double over immediately as he fell to the ground twitching violently. His entire body was wreathed in waves of terrible pain, as though his innards were smashed apart! The man was in so much pain that he could not even open his mouth to speak at all!

"Sir, it is us who have misjudged and offended you. However, we are taking this cauldron away today! As long as you do not obstruct us this day, we will still give you half of the profits after we sell it off!"

Han Dan narrowed his eyes and changed his approach immediately. In that instant, he realized that Bei Feng was not a person who is easily bullied.

"Big Bro!"

The others immediately cried out in protest. How could they just watch as half of the profits was given away just like that? In that moment, they were all trying to dissuade Han Dan and make him change his mind.

Chapter end