Time was urgent, Chu Fengmian did not dawdle; he directly grabbed Han Yueli and transformed into a beam of escaping light, rushing towards the interior of the tomb.
After covering thousands of feet for about a hundred miles, Chu Fengmian finally saw it: right in front of him, a huge gate stood at the edge of the wall.
The restrictions on the gate had already been broken, and behind it lay a treasure trove filled with countless pills and Spiritual Medicines.
Two Martial Artists were inside, frantically collecting them.
"There are many treasures inside, worth tens of millions of Qi Gathering Pills!"
"These pills are all Jin Spirit Pills! One is worth a hundred Qi Gathering Pills and is one of the most advanced pills in the Nine Domains! There are tens of thousands of them here!"
"Inside here, there are numerous Spiritual Artifacts! All are Xuan-grade Spiritual Artifacts."
"All this wealth now belongs to us. With this wealth, once we get out, none of them, be it Young Master Yan Nan, Chu Ning, or Cheng Tiangong, will be our match!"
Chu Fengmian heard the conversation of the two echoing in the chamber.
"It seems that the treasures of this chamber have already been taken."
Chu Fengmian glanced inside the chamber, where the remaining treasures were merely some Jin Spirit Pills and some common Spiritual Medicines.
Although valuable, they were not worth wasting his time to get entangled with the others over.
Chu Fengmian made a decisive decision and moved his figure, preparing to continue deeper into the tomb.
What he needed was the true treasure of the Emperor of Fertility; although the treasures in these chambers were valuable, they were nothing compared to the true treasure of the Emperor, not even one percent.
Just as Chu Fengmian was about to leave, those two figures suddenly noticed his presence, and immediately sprang out from the chamber, blocking Chu Fengmian’s path.
"Oh? Two little fellows at the God Sea Realm?"
One of them sized up Chu Fengmian and Han Yueli, speaking disdainfully.
"It seems that since the tomb of the Emperor of Fertility was broken, a bunch of little fellas from the God Sea Realm sneaked in to fish in troubled waters. Kid, hand over all the treasures you’ve got from the tomb."
Chu Fengmian frowned. He initially had no intention of getting involved with these two but didn’t expect them to confront him directly.
"Chu Fengmian, these two are disciples of the Wind God Sect, Feng Yuanli and Feng Heiyu. Although their strength is not as great as Feng Heyue’s, they are still Martial Artists at the first level of the Imperial Wind Realm and are difficult to deal with."
Han Yueli’s expression on the side showed some tension.
Two Imperial Wind Realm Martial Artists, definitely two big troubles.
"Oh? Feng Yuanli, Feng Heiyu?"
Chu Fengmian muttered to himself in a low voice.
These two names were also the names of two Core Disciples of the Wind God Sect at the Imperial Wind Realm. No wonder they were so arrogant, demanding that Chu Fengmian hand over all his wealth right away.
"Since you know who we are, you must understand it too. Hand over the wealth, and we two will spare your life and let you leave this tomb alive."
Upon hearing Chu Fengmian’s muttered words, Feng Yuanli spoke arrogantly, his words showing his utter disregard for Chu Fengmian.
Two Martial Artists at the God Sea Realm, in his eyes, were as insignificant as ants.
Suddenly, Feng Heiyu also spoke out.
His eyes were firmly fixed on Han Yueli in Chu Fengmian’s arms, as if he had recognized her all at once.
"How come, even the fairy of Cold Snow Pavilion is lacking men now, lying in a man’s arms?"
Feng Heiyu said in a weird tone, his words full of mockery.
The disciples of Cold Snow Pavilion had always been noble and aloof. Unless it was for marriage, they would never have contact with men. As the most beautiful woman in the Martial Victory Kingdom, Han Yueli had never given others a good look.
Now seeing Han Yueli being held in Chu Fengmian’s arms, Feng Heiyu’s eyes revealed a hint of a lewd expression.
"So, you’ve been seriously injured and can’t use your Spiritual Power, no wonder you sought a man’s protection, but pity you chose a junior from the Divine Sea realm."
"How about this? If you follow the two of us, it would be far better than being with that waste from the Divine Sea realm. We’d also give you a tenth of the treasures in this tomb."
Feng Heiyu sneered, suddenly reaching out towards Han Yueli in Chu Fengmian’s arms.
Chu Fengmian’s face showed a coldness, and he snorted.
"Just two pieces of trash, and you dare to make a move? It seems you two want to die today!"
He had originally no interest in taking action against the two, but since they were so aggressive, he, Chu Fengmian, was not going to fear them.
"Trash? A little guy from the Divine Sea realm has quite the tone!"
Feng Heiyu, hearing Chu Fengmian’s words, his expression turned cold.
As his voice sounded, he suddenly made a move. A black tornado emerged in front of Feng Heiyu.
Within this black tornado seemed to be a force of disaster capable of destroying any life form caught in it.
"Be careful, this is Feng Heiyu’s signature technique, the Disaster Tornado, powerful enough to drain other martial artists’ Spiritual Power. Ordinary martial artists who touch this Disaster Tornado will have half their Spiritual Power swept away!"
Han Yueli urgently warned.
"Disaster Tornado? Such a minor trick and you dare to call it a disaster?"
Chu Fengmian scoffed. He leaped up high, holding Han Yueli with his left hand while his right fist suddenly clenched, and he punched towards the Disaster Tornado.
A loud noise. Under Chu Fengmian’s punch, the Disaster Tornado was shattered.
Feng Yuanli, who stood nearby, was shocked by this scene.
Feng Heiyu’s Disaster Tornado, even to martial artists in the Riding Wind realm, was incredibly challenging to handle, yet today Chu Fengmian with his Divine Sea realm’s level was able to break it with a single punch.
This was completely beyond their expectations.
"This boy’s strength is strange. Let’s take him out together, kill this boy first, extract his soul for refining, and find out where his power comes from!"
Feng Yuanli’s voice carried a hint of murderous intent.
He also moved, standing next to Feng Heiyu, and the two launched their techniques together, attacking Chu Fengmian.
"Trash is ultimately trash. Two pieces of trash teaming up makes no difference!"
Chu Fengmian sneered. Suddenly, an immense Spiritual Power gathered around him, and in the palm of Chu Fengmian, a stele suddenly enlarged.
"Let the two of you test the power of this Stele of Fertility!"
Suddenly, the stele in Chu Fengmian’s hand released a terrifying Spiritual Power, blasting towards the two.