Chapter 646: Strange Bronze Coffin

This is a dangerous place where even a generation's Demon Emperor was severely injured. It won't be easy to open the coffin and take its treasures. He'd have to stay far away later.

"Brother Lu, do you know anything about this place?" Wang Chongxiao gazed at the bronze coffin, not rushing to open it. Instead, he turned his eyes and asked Jiang Fan.

Yuan Liping's gaze shifted, and she also inquired, "Brother Lu, since you were able to find this place, you must know something about it, right? If you have any important information, please share it to avoid unexpected dangers when opening the coffin."

The two probed, speaking one after another.

Jiang Fan responded vaguely, "I only know that this place is quite dangerous and requires extreme caution."

Wang Chongxiao and Yuan Liping exchanged glances, both seeing dissatisfaction in each other's eyes. Wasn't that just stating the obvious? A tomb that had been sealed and suppressed was naturally dangerous.

Wang Chongxiao said helplessly, "Alright then. Let's all three go down to the tomb together. If there's a risk, we'll all bear it together. That's the fairest way."

Jiang Fan subtly took out the Five Magnetic Origin Mountain, secretly hiding it in his sleeve. Without hesitation, he said, "Good, since we're taking treasures together, we should advance and retreat as one."

Seeing him so straightforward, the two relaxed slightly and secretly communicated with their eyes, evidently planning something.

At the same time, Jiang Fan also transmitted a message to the two women. "These two will most likely play a trick."

Hai Mei was not surprised. "I was just about to remind Master," she said. "Disciples of the Great Yin Sect are not to be trusted." As a seasoned member of the demon race, Hai Mei could naturally discern their thoughts.

Ling Shu smiled slightly. "Nothing can truly be hidden from Brother. They so readily agreed to share the cenotaph with Brother. Their aim was to lull Brother into a false sense of security. It's a good thing Brother saw through everything and didn't fall for it." Her specialty was reading expressions and manipulating people's minds, after all. Therefore, she caught every bit of Wang Chongxiao and Yuan Liping's eye communication.

Jiang Fan remained composed. The two women were either experienced or exceptionally perceptive. Talking to them was much easier.

"Hai Mei, you stay here to hold the line and act according to the situation. Also, be careful. Since they're playing tricks, they will certainly consider your threat, so they'll also make a move against you. Don't be careless."

Hai Mei said solemnly, "Hai Mei understands!"

"Brother, what about me?" Ling Shu transmitted, sounding somewhat eager to try.

Jiang Fan's mouth twitched. "You? Find a place to hide and don't get caught in the battle."

Ling Shu immediately pouted. "Brother underestimates me!" Her beautiful eyes darted around. "Once you descend into the tomb," she said, "I'll guard the entrance. One man guarding a pass can hold off ten thousand. If they can still escape from Brother and Demon King Hai Mei, they will most likely be at the end of their strength. With my power, I should be able to delay them."

Jiang Fan felt at ease. Working with Ling Shu was truly comforting. With that, he was completely relieved.

Finishing the secret communication with the two women, he clasped his fists and said, "Brother Wang, Immortal Yuan, it's best not to delay. Let's go down now!"

Wang Chongxiao and Yuan Liping nodded, each conjuring a set of hooked ropes from thin air. They were clearly well-prepared.

Jiang Fan's eyes flickered slightly. Spatial storage artifacts? As expected of disciples from an outer divine sect, they actually possessed spatial storage artifacts. Not even all the sect masters of the Nine Sects possessed such items.

"Brother Lu, do you need a rope? I have an extra set here," Wang Chongxiao offered. The blood pool was quite deep, at least thirty zhang deep. If they encountered danger, it would be difficult to climb up quickly without a rope.

Jiang Fan smiled. "No need." With that, he leaped, using his movement technique to swiftly descend the wall in quick steps, landing lightly on the bronze coffin.

"What excellent movement technique!" Wang Chongxiao was surprised. When he looked at Yuan Liping, a hint of apprehension also appeared in her eyes. This movement technique covered at least ten zhang in a single step. In the Great Yin Sect, only a few disciples could cultivate to such a degree. Was this Lu Liang really so formidable?

The two exchanged glances and subtly nodded. They climbed down along their ropes and soon also landed on the bronze coffin.

"Brother Lu, let's open the coffin together, with the three of us combining our strength," Wang Chongxiao kindly reminded him. "If you sense anything amiss during the process, be sure to retreat immediately. Don't be greedy, lest you fall into a trap."

Jiang Fan nodded. "Of course!" He took a crystal from his robe, crushed it, and covered his hands with the powder. Following that, he took out Tianshan silkworm thread. With a flick of his finger, he wrapped it around a corner of the coffin lid.

Seeing this, Wang Chongxiao's eyes flickered slightly. "Brother Lu is truly a cautious person."

Jiang Fan retorted, "Is caution wrong?"

Wang Chongxiao immediately concealed his surprise. "No, no, the more cautious, the better. My sister and I should learn from Brother Lu."

Immediately, they each took out the two iron claws they had prepared, hooking each onto a corner of the coffin lid.

"On the count of three, we'll all leap up and exert force to lift the coffin lid," Wang Chongxiao said. After receiving nods of assent from Jiang Fan and Yuan Liping, he said in a concentrated voice, "Three! Two! One! Now!"

Jiang Fan leaped up, tightened his grip on the Tianshan silkworm thread, and pulled hard.

Wang Chongxiao and Yuan Liping also leaped up simultaneously. At the same time, they circulated their spiritual energy, attacking from both sides, fiercely striking at Jiang Fan's chest and back. A murderous glint flashed in Wang Chongxiao's eyes as a lethal palm strike, as swift as lightning, aimed at Jiang Fan's chest! Yuan Liping's fingers formed a claw, and with a ferocious expression, she lunged towards his heart.

They thought the sudden attack would throw Jiang Fan into a panic, but Jiang Fan didn't. He calmly said, "I knew you two wouldn't be so honest."

Wang Chongxiao sneered, "So what if you knew? It's too late!"

Yuan Liping also revealed a sinister sneer. "Did you really think this bronze coffin would be so easy to touch?"

Jiang Fan tried to circulate the spiritual energy within his body to counterattack, but he found that his body could not move. A strange power originating from the bronze coffin had, through the Tianshan silkworm thread, immobilized him. It was similar to the mysterious seed of Reverend Six Paths.

Hai Mei noticed the anomaly, her expression immediately changed, and she was about to come to assist. But the two were clearly prepared. They simultaneously threw out ten afterimages, which were in fact Yin Corpses. All ten blasted towards Hai Mei. As Jiang Fan had said, the two had secretly laid out everything. The combined might of their Yin Corpses temporarily blocked Hai Mei. They could then seize the opportunity, using the immobilizing power of the bronze coffin, to kill Jiang Fan. This way, the threat would be greatly reduced!

Even though Hai Mei was at the perfected ninth stage of Core Formation, at this moment, facing ten fearless Yin Corpses, it would be difficult for her to break through them quickly. Realizing Jiang Fan was in an extremely dangerous situation, about to be ambushed and killed by the two, she let out a scream, "Master!"

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle—

Jiang Fan, however, was unhurried. "So this is the bronze coffin's secret you were hiding?" he said. "It is indeed a bit formidable. An ordinary person would really fall for it."

Upon hearing these words, Wang Chongxiao immediately sensed something was wrong and shouted loudly, "Quick! Kill him!"

Without his reminder, Yuan Liping also sensed that something was amiss. Her claw-like hand was as fast as lightning, striking Jiang Fan's chest.

Just as her fingertips were about to pierce his clothes, Jiang Fan softly spoke.