Chapter 142 - Discovery
They hadn’t walked far when Lu Yangrong stopped in his tracks.
There were two people lying on the street not far ahead. Motionless, their faces could not be seen.
One of them was holding a gong in his hand while the other had a tool. From the looks of it, they were probably the night watchmen of Linfeng City.
However, why would they be here since night had yet to truly arrive?
Why were they sprawled on the ground as well?
“Hey, night watchmen. Are you guys dead or alive?” Lu Yangrong grabbed his flying sword. He did not rush forward and merely asked on the spot.
Guan Jin scoffed coldly at the side, “What could be up with an ancient city full of mortals to deserve such caution from us?”
Even though he said that, Guan Jin clasped a protective talisman in his hand. Heading forth, he flipped one of them over.
If Foundation Establishment Cultivators wanted to raise their cultivation realms, they would require middle-grade spirit stones.
At Golden Core realm, they would require superior-grade or even supreme-grade spirit stones.
Although what the both of them said was logical, Su Zimo felt that things were not as simple.
“Let’s head to the spirit mine straight and check things out! Everything will be clear by then!”
Lu Yangrong waved and summoned his flying sword, leading the way.
Guan Jin followed closely behind. Carrying Su Zimo and the spirit tiger, little crane chased after them.
Before long, all five of them arrived at the spirit mine.
When they approached the pitch dark entrance of the spirit mine, Lu Yangrong paused in his track and turned around. “I’ll take the front with Junior Brother Guan. Because Junior Brother Su is the weakest, he’ll stand in the middle. Junior Sister Leng and little fatty will take the back.”
No one had any objections to that arrangement.
The entrance was narrow so little crane and the spirit tiger could not enter – they could only stand guard outside.
Su Zimo could tell that even though Lu Yangrong seemed indifferent previously, he had now become more cautious.
Summoning his flying sword, Lu Yangrong held it in front of his chest. With two shining spirit patterns, it was a middle-grade flying sword.
The five of them ventured deep into the spirit mine.
They did not walk far when a strange sound echoed from ahead. It was as though a large group of things were flying over and they could only see it vaguely through red flashes.
Taking a closer look, Lu Yangrong realized that it was a group of black crows with a strange red glow in their eyes!
“Kneel down and let them pass!”
Lu Yangrong bent down and everyone else followed suit.
The crows with bloodshot eyes sped above their heads without stopping.
Heaving a sigh of relief, Lu Yangrong shrugged his shoulders. Pretending to be relaxed, he turned back and smiled. “Puny beasts are common in places like this spirit mine. By ignoring them, we’re even conserving spirit qi.”
Suddenly, Su Zimo’s senses were alarmed as he hollered, “Watch out!”
Swash!
A sword beam flashed at an extremely fast speed and arrived before them in the blink of an eye.
Right now, everyone was at their most relaxed after those crows with bloodshot eyes had just passed. By the time Lu Yangrong heard Su Zimo’s warning, it was too late.