Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX)-Chapter 578: Burial Objects

The main tomb buried the ancient Qiongqi, who was regarded as the strongest qiongqi. The place was lavishly decorated, with manifold rare treasures and ancient magical artifacts displayed within. It was as if the ancient Qiongqi could come alive at any moment, wielding these magical treasures to wage war and slay enemies.

Auctioning off any one of these treasures would warrant half a year of preparation and extensive publicity, fetching astronomical prices as the centerpiece item. Even with Lu Yang’s and Meng Jingzhou’s discerning eyes, they couldn’t identify the origins of these items and could only consult Gan Tian.

Fortunately, Lu Yang had two ears—perfect for listening to Gan Tian’s explanation with his left ear and the Everlasting Immortal Fairy’s explanation with his right ear.

Three identical fluorescent spirit grasses grew on the wall with tenacious vitality.

Gan Tian: “Kunlun Grass. Legend says this can improve one’s foundation, cleanse tendons and marrow, and even grant a one-third chance of transforming one’s body into the Kunlun Immortal Physique!”

The Everlasting Immortal Fairy: “Kunlun Grass. If you eat a lot of it, your body will change into the Kunlun Immortal Physique. It’s pretty much useless. The Kunlun Immortal Physique is the most trash among all immortal physiques. The first immortal physique I fought was the Kunlun Immortal Physique.”

A feather radiating a pure white light was encased in a shell as tall as a person; both looked extraordinary.

Gan Tian: “Qiongqi Feather. It’s a feather right from the center of the ancient Qiongqi’s back. Legend says this feather allows its owner to request aid from any race within the ‘Demon Alliance.’ The feather also encompasses true words from the ancient Qiongqi. Whoever hears them must agree to any condition raised by the Qiongqi Tribe.”

The Everlasting Immortal Fairy: “Qiongqi Feather. It’s a feather plucked from the old Qiongqi’s back. He grimaced in pain for half a day. Holding this thing can let one ask other demons for help. Only the Qiongqi Tribe can use it. To use it, they drip blood on it and activate it with magic power. Then the feather will emit the old Qiongqi’s voice—‘Give me some face.’”

A palm-sized black mountain stood on the ground. It was immensely heavy and distorted the space around it. If not for the array’s reinforcement, it would likely have already collapsed into a black hole.

Gan Tian: “Mount Buzhou[1] Mountain Essence. Legend says that in ancient times, two mighty experts controlling water and fire fought in an epic battle to vie for a position as an immortal. Water and fire clashed, volcanoes erupted, oceans turned to lava, and stars exploded into countless meteors. Finally, the water wielder crashed into Mount Buzhou, toppling it. The mountain’s collapse gave birth to the mountain essence.”

The Everlasting Immortal Fairy: “Mount Buzhou Mountain Essence. Remember that Golden Core cultivator who could conjure saltwater? He had pretty good luck, cultivating all the way to the Transcendent Tribulation Stage. A conflict with a Phoenix Tribe’s prodigy broke out, and the two came to blows, smashing several spheres. The Phoenix prodigy had received a few pointers from me and was a terribly strong fighter. The saltwater Golden Core cultivator lost his temper after losing and crashed into Mount Buzhou, resulting in this thing.”

“Is this the core of Mount Buzhou?”

“This is him being headstrong. He used his head to compress Mount Buzhou into this tiny piece.”

Lu Yang, “...”

These treasures all bore seals. The slightest movement would alert the Qiongqi Tribe, and the entire tomb would be sealed off, making escape impossible for tomb raiders.

As Gan Tian said, she was here for archaeology, not tomb raiding. She wasn’t tempted by these items.

The very center of the main tomb displayed a black, heavy, massive coffin. Rather than calling it a coffin, it was more like an isolated, large, black ship that could ferry across the Nether River for another life.

“This is hundred-thousand-year-old Netherwood, the best material for coffins. It cuts off all detection by spiritual consciousness,” Gan Tian said.

The Everlasting Immortal Fairy chimed in. “I remember this thing. The old Qiongqi bought it from the Epoch Immortal, who used the Tree-Planting Mantra and the Epoch Dao Fruit simultaneously to turn the sapling into hundred-thousand-year-old Netherwood.

“The older the natural treasure, the higher its value. People often asked the Epoch Immortal to add years to their treasures. Sometimes, adding too many years could even create Little Herb Kings.”

The Epoch Immortal had performed the orthodox Tree-Planting Mantra—Lu Yang couldn’t compare.

As the Everlasting Immortal Fairy spoke, she spread her immortal consciousness to probe the black coffin. As a fellow individual from the ancient era, she wanted to know if the old Qiongqi was dead or alive.

How could there be anything in this world that blocks immortal consciousness?

“It’s a pity; he truly passed away.” The Everlasting Immortal Fairy sighed. An old acquaintance lay in a coffin not far away; it was an indescribable feeling.

Without a complete Dao Fruit, one’s lifespan was ultimately limited. The old Qiongqi had no external injuries—he died of old age.

However, she wasn’t too sad. She didn’t have much dealings with the old Qiongqi, and the latter also often ate people, only stopping during the era of the Five Ancient Immortals. That was why she didn’t help when the old Qiongqi implored her to extend his lifespan.

“Look here, there’s writing.” Lu Yang whispered as he pointed to a line of small characters at the bottom of the wall.

“‘Meng Potian was here.’ Who is Meng Potian?”

Meng Jingzhou’s expression was somewhat embarrassed. “My dad.”

In his youth, the Meng Clan Leader believed in “reading ten thousand books and traveling ten thousand li.” He journeyed everywhere, including the Demon Region, where he left his mark.

Given Dad’s personality, leaving such graffiti is perfectly normal.

Gan Tian nodded. “The Qiongqi Tribe also discovered this line.”

Meng Jingzhou, “...”

Why is the Demon Region more dangerous than I’d imagined?

Wait, I’ve already run away from home. I don’t count as a member of the Meng Family.

Lu Yang patted Meng Jingzhou’s shoulder, showing loyalty to his friend. “Don’t be scared. If we get discovered by the Qiongqi Tribe, I’ll throw you out to buy time.”

“That won’t happen. The Qiongqi Tribe won’t do anything to Junior Brother Meng.”

Lu Yang was stunned. I didn’t expect the Qiongqi Tribe to be so noble, capable of requiting evil with good.

“It’s not exactly ‘requiting evil with good.’ Several hundred years ago, the Qiongqi Tribe was also in a rush to seek trouble with the Meng Family. But the Qiongqi Tribe had their own problems and couldn’t spare the energy for the Meng Family.”

“What problems did the Qiongqi Tribe have?” Lu Yang asked. Could it be that a chaotic war happened in the Demon Region several hundred years ago, where the Qiongqi Tribe participated, got caught between two fronts, and was barely able to fend for themselves? Or did internal strife occur within the Qiongqi Tribe, like two qiongqi vying for the position of tribe chieftain?

Gan Tian explained, “The Qiongqi Tribe is born with an impoverished destiny. Several hundred years ago, they suffered heavy losses in business, and complaints echoed through the tribe. If not for the Meng Family providing loans, the Qiongqi Tribe likely wouldn’t have survived that crisis.

“I heard they just finished repaying the debt fifty years ago. Junior Brother Meng, you’re the eldest young master of the Meng Family. If the Qiongqi Tribe learns of you, they will probably treat you with courtesy. I reckon they’d probably agree if you were willing to be buried in the Qiongqi Tomb.”

Meng Jingzhou finally breathed a sigh of relief. It seems my Meng Family identity doesn’t draw hatred all the time.

Lu Yang shot a sidelong glance at Meng Jingzhou. Brat, your Meng Family identity is quite adaptable, huh?

Gan Tian bowed three times to the black coffin, her posture dignified and her attitude deferential. Proper etiquette is necessary. “Senior Qiongqi, apologies for the offense.”

One can't possibly just seize burial objects directly; that isn’t in line with etiquette.

She walked to the corner of the main tomb, carefully enveloping a pottery jar with magic power and lifting it. This pottery jar was a burial object of the lowest grade and wasn’t even considered a magical treasure. Its purpose was for decoration.

The few patterns on the pottery jar puzzled her greatly. “Little Junior Brother, take a look at this pottery jar.”

1. Mount Buzhou is one of the ancient Chinese mythological mountains, and it lies toward the northwest of Kunlun Mountain. It is said that the water god Gonggong smashed his head against it in a fit of anger. More information on the legend is in the Translator’s Thoughts section below. ☜