They stepped back and Su Mei walked to the coffin, she took deep, uneven breaths, gasping like she would die any moment. This was the first time she was seeing his corpse since Murong Wuque prevented the girls from coming to see him till he got dressed. “Ah…oh…mmm…” She kept groaning and gasping, unable to form coherent words. She reached for his face, caressing him as she wept. “Yan'er…aaaa… mmm… . Please… no.. Oh… ah… ah… ah.. You… oh… promise… you…” The sounds coming from her lips were total nonsense, incoherent as she cried. Murong Wuque signalled everyone to face the floor and give them the privacy to say their final goodbyes. She kissed his ice cold knuckles, bathing him in her tears as she hugged him, crying bitterly. For fifteen minutes, the girls sang various farewell songs while waiting for her to finish crying. She looked at him attentively, and ran her hands over his body and felt his pulse, each false hope she gave herself about reviving him dashing harder than

In no time, Murong Wuque ran back with the disciples. “How was it?” Alvin asked, turning to him. “Indeed, there were other prisoners, but they are all dead. Also, we found another room where those glasswares containing various liquids were kept. Yang Yang mistakenly knocked over two of the glasses and pink smoke filled the room, we had to hurry out and lock the room. But it's still seeping out from beneath the door. There are also two more of the sealing formation we found in that room; there are definitely evil entities hidden beneath the ground. Also, we found more treasures, but nothing like the room full of treasures we initially raided. Some of the treasures we found this time had the aura of darkness. The black-purple ring we found on top of a Scarlet throne in the room we found the treasures in, was especially suspicious. All the treasures with attributes of darkness were sealed in a wooden box being kept in my possession. I won't give it to others to prevent an accident.

Alvin brought out two cartons of bottled water and four loaves of bread. “These are supplies I brought along. The water is twenty cans, enough for everyone to take one. As for the bread, maybe four people should share one.” Feng quickly tore open the cans of water and shared it. It was the big size containing 150cl. So it was enough for everyone to wash their hands and faces, drink, and still have more. “I haven't seen this kind of vessel for storing water in the past. And the water is cold and refreshing.” A red haired girl who didn't talk much said, making everyone nod in agreement. “It's from my place. It's not available in this part.” Alvin whispered, and gulped down the water he got. There were still four cans of water remaining on the ground. “If four people share one loaf, then the last will be shared by three people since we're only fifteen.” “Then the youngest should take two parts. The baby of the house should always get the biggest share of food.” Alvin said no

Alvin had experienced first hand about how powerful, talented and insanely talented the medicine sage valley’s disciples were on this mission. Just fourteen of them could impress him. How about their more than a hundred disciples present back in the valley? And he also never experienced their true skills and the level of their expertise because Murong Wuque did all the hard work, letting them act leisurely. He had not seen them fight with the smell of death clinging to their skins. All through the missions, each person used their individual skills either bestowed by their masters or gotten from their families before they joined the valley, showing how powerful their backgrounds were. Those kinds of people were definitely no pushovers, the valley was extremely selective when accepting disciples. In addition, none of them used their strongest weapons—poison. The disciples of the valley were notorious for poisoning opponents to death in dire situations. They didn't use it this time be

Alvin was breathing heavily as he leaned against his needle for support, his body suit was stained with filth, and he was wheezing. Zhang Chen killed the last one standing, and stabbed his sword into the ground. Alvin looked at him with a newfound respect. Since he was that strong, why didn't he do much in the underground palace, leaving Murong Wuque, Alvin, Qin Li, Su Ying and Chu Feng to do the bulk of the work. He felt cheated but he could only sigh and console himself with the fact that he was gaining real combat experience through the bitter battles he had been engaging in since he arrived. “Everyone step back!” Su Ying shouted, her voice grating as she swirled her whip high up in the air. She swung it in a circle, sweeping up the tents, the dead bodies, and heaps of dirt transformed from dead zombies, all into a huge pile. Once everything was piled up in the middle, Zhang Chen set fire to it, using a mysterious lava. ‘Could this be the molten lava from the volcano?’ A