Chapter 216: Mythical Ancient Texts

"Mythical ancient texts?" This surprised Chu Feng, who was very interested. However, he remained composed, his voice calm and unruffled. He informed the caller he was busy today and arranged to meet tomorrow at noon.

Qi Honglin frowned. He keenly sensed that this young man truly could not be underestimated; he was quite formidable!

He had initially thought the other party would be excited upon hearing about mythical ancient texts and would immediately agree to meet, allowing him to take the initiative and resolve the situation smoothly.

However, the other party was exceedingly calm, which made things a bit tricky.

Qi Honglin felt that Chu Feng, the Devil King, was intentionally giving him the cold shoulder, creating psychological pressure that would force him to offer more "sincerity."

"What a pity he isn't my grandson," he sighed softly.

He shook his head, laughing wryly. Relatively speaking, that person was now a living ancestor; he had no right to have such a grandson.

Beside him, Qi Sheng's face was pale, but he dared not speak. This disaster was his doing, dragging the Pre-Qin Research Institute into it.

It was also this incident that made him yearn even more to become a top-tier king. A single person, through their words and actions, could directly threaten a major consortium!

Especially this Devil King Chu Feng; if things didn't go his way, he'd just... start eating! It was too brutal and too wild, scaring everyone at the Pre-Qin Research Institute into a panic.

Bailong and Xia Lan were esteemed guests of the Marine Race, yet the Devil King Chu Feng knocked them out with his fists, then packed them into a freezer as ingredients to be devoured.

What if the Marine Race blamed them?! The Devil King explicitly stated they would have to take responsibility!

At that moment, Qi Honglin also felt a headache coming on. Looking at his grandson Qi Sheng, covered in casts and metal frames due to multiple fractures, he wished he could slap him to death.

"Trying to be clever, plotting against a super-king in secret? Didn't you stop to think about your own status? Even our entire Pre-Qin Research Institute wouldn't dare easily go to war with him, let alone you!"

Qi Honglin flicked his sleeve, his face ashen, and strode away, no longer wanting to see his grandson.

At this time, Chu Feng was hosting a banquet at the Jade Pure Palace, gathering with old acquaintances for drinks. Clairvoyant Du Huaijin, All-Hearing Ouyang Qing, Ye Qingrou, and Chen Luoyan had all arrived.

When Clairvoyant Du Huaijin first saw the king-level lobster, his eyes went wide.

"A lobster this big must be several centuries old to have become so refined, right? I feel like we've captured shrimp soldiers and crab generals from mythical legends! This is the first time I've ever seen one so large, and the lobster meat actually has a unique fragrance!"

"Boss is mighty! When you disappeared a while ago, we were heartbroken. Sister Qingrou even cried, and we even made you a memorial mound and burned paper offerings," said All-Hearing Ouyang Qing.

"Who cried?!" Ye Qingrou, with her slightly wavy, cascading long hair and captivating large eyes, rolled her eyes exaggeratedly.

A while ago, they had all been downcast. Rumors spread that Chu Feng had fallen in the West, and Ye Qingrou had indeed secretly wiped away tears, believing he had truly died in the Vatican.

Later, upon learning Chu Feng was alive and seeing him slay a dragon at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, and eventually embarking on a western expedition, they were incredibly invigorated.

"You gluttons! What is this? King-level flesh! Why didn't you send it to the lab?!" Lu Tong arrived, stomping his foot in distress.

"It's fine, I saved you half a dragon. Take it for your experiments," Chu Feng said.

The white electric eel was dozens of meters long, truly too much to eat. Moreover, while the electric eel was stronger, it didn't taste as good as the king-level lobster.

Lu Tong chided them, but when he actually started eating, he devoured everything like a whirlwind, with a huge appetite. He ended up burping, and after getting drunk, he repeatedly declared that king-level ingredients were indeed rare delicacies.

In the evening, Chu Feng played with the incomplete string of beads in his hand. More than twenty of the thirty-six beads had exploded, and the remaining ones were also cracked.

He had previously contacted the Yellow Ox, asking it to identify what kind of weapon it was.

The Yellow Ox informed him that it was a "Dharma Weapon," beyond the scope of cold weapons, capable of releasing strange powers. Its appearance now was considered rare.

The Yellow Ox warned that if he encountered an enemy wielding such a Dharma Weapon, he should be very cautious, as they often possessed immense destructive power!

Last time, when they returned from the West, the divine envoy they encountered at the exit of the Misty Gorge held a silver lamp—also a Dharma Weapon—which contained Lunar Flames and was likely even more powerful.

The next day at noon, Chu Feng arrived at the Yuangu Club, arriving punctually for the appointment.

This time, he was invited into a room named "Heavenly Court." Its decor was exquisite, and the hall's interior space was vast, surprisingly featuring a clear spring, a forest landscape, and a stone arch bridge.

Qi Honglin appeared with jet-black hair and a rosy complexion, looking nothing like an old man, but rather like someone in their prime. He clearly knew how to maintain his health, and most importantly, he had already become a King, which was why he appeared ageless.

Upon meeting, Qi Honglin immediately apologized, sighing directly that his grandson Qi Sheng was normally arrogant and, due to a lack of strict discipline, had now caused a major disaster.

"If my strength hadn't been sufficient, I would have died at the hands of the Marine Race this time," Chu Feng said.

Qi Honglin naturally knew that a simple apology wouldn't solve the problem. This was the formidable Devil King Chu Feng, and his grandson had actually provoked him, nearly causing his death.

"Our Pre-Qin Research Institute has always enjoyed studying historical trends, excavating ruins, and researching the truth behind myths and legends. Over the years, we have indeed acquired some strange and wondrous items. This time, we would like to invite young brother Chu Feng to appraise them."

Although he was effectively paying a price by giving Chu Feng something, he did not state it so directly.

Qi Honglin took out a small, rustic box. Upon opening it, he retrieved several small bundles of bamboo slips, which carried the scent of decay and visible marks of time.

If these items weren't properly preserved upon excavation, they would instantly rot away.

Chu Feng was surprised. Were these the ancient mythical texts they intended to give him?

He took them and examined them carefully. They mentioned some mythological figures and vaguely described powerful individuals absorbing mist and focusing on breathing rhythms.

But these were useless to him!

"While I am quite interested in historical truths and ancient legends, I haven't reached the point where I value them as much as my own life," Chu Feng said.

"Young friend, don't rush. Look carefully; this bamboo slip mentions a secret treasure, said to possess immense power, capable of severing even deity-level beings."

Qi Honglin was very patient, explaining the items mentioned in the bamboo slips to Chu Feng.

The ancient characters on them were indecipherable to ordinary people.

The bamboo slips mentioned an item that could slay demons, banish ghosts, and even sever the bodies of deities. Its power was astonishing, and it was hidden somewhere in the world.

In Chu Feng's view, it was a weapon!

Moreover, its power seemed extremely formidable, highly revered in ancient times, and possessing unfathomable abilities according to the slips.

"Where is it?" Chu Feng asked.

He knew that the other party wouldn't try to deceive him with a mere legend; they must have some clues, knowing where this weapon was buried.

However, he could also guess that the location was likely very dangerous; otherwise, why would they offer it to him? They would have retrieved it themselves long ago.

"It's buried in a spiritually significant mountain range," Qi Honglin said.

"You can't retrieve it, can you? That place must be incredibly perilous," Chu Feng said.

This made Qi Honglin very uncomfortable. It was indeed true, and the very existence of the item was still a matter of suspicion; otherwise, why would they offer it to the Devil King Chu Feng?

In fact, they had internally debated it, concluding that even if such a weapon existed, it should have already been taken by someone. It was unlikely that such a mythical weapon still lay beneath that mountain range.

"Where do you guess it is?" Chu Feng asked.

"Dragon energy rising, tiger essence gathering, a dragon and a tiger guarding each other. There's only one place with such a terrain," Qi Honglin sighed softly.

"Dragon Tiger Mountain?!" Chu Feng frowned.

"Exactly. In the ancestral home of Taoism, only a place like that could possibly conceal such a mysterious ancient artifact!" Qi Honglin stated.

However, the bamboo slips were severely damaged and many parts were missing. They only mentioned one mythical object but did not describe its appearance in detail.

Chu Feng's expression changed. If a weapon was buried in the ancestral home of Taoism, that would truly be terrifying. Its power would undoubtedly be extraordinary, and being hidden in such an ancestral land sparked endless imagination.

But he quickly grew cold again, saying, "Everyone knows that Dragon Tiger Mountain is extremely dangerous now, and many beast kings have died there. What do you mean by telling me this information?"

Chu Feng's expression was indifferent. He knew that the Pre-Qin Research Institute, Bodhi Gene, Heavenly God Biology, the Extraterrestrial Civilization Institute, and others had all previously attacked Dragon Tiger Mountain, but all had returned defeated.

Countless beast kings had died there, and it was rumored that there was something strange on the mountain that made it impossible to conquer!

"You want to use a dangerous place like Dragon Tiger Mountain to lure me to my death?!" he raised his voice.

"Young brother Chu Feng, please don't misunderstand. I'm merely telling you there's a secret treasure there, with absolutely no ill intent." Qi Honglin shook his head repeatedly, finally admitting that he wanted to cooperate with Chu Feng to attack Dragon Tiger Mountain together.

Chu Feng smiled, a very cold smile, and said, "You truly have excellent plans!"

"Young brother Chu Feng, I'm not joking. I genuinely want to team up with you because that place is too important. The Marine Race has revealed that even they have their eyes on it."

Qi Honglin informed him that places like the ancestral home of Taoism, Kunlun, the ancestral land of Buddhism, and the Fengchan sites were currently the most crucial. Even the Marine Race coveted them, with some strong individuals coming ashore to contend for them.

He further stated that there would surely be a great war in the future, and such places undoubtedly held immense, extraordinary secrets that needed to be controlled.

Chu Feng had already set his sights on Dragon Tiger Mountain. Now, hearing this, he felt a wave of suspicion. Was the Marine Race planning a full-scale assault?

"To show our sincerity, I'll share a crucial piece of information with young brother Chu Feng: the world is about to undergo another drastic change. It's best to secure a famous mountain early, and places like the ancestral home of Taoism are prime choices."

"I know the world is changing again," Chu Feng said calmly. He looked at Qi Honglin and added, "Are these bamboo slips your sincerity? These so-called mythical ancient texts are nothing special."

For him, they held no substantial meaning.

"I've prepared a grand gift for young brother!" Qi Honglin said helplessly, finally taking out a small box, about a foot long. Inside, when opened, was a small silver spear, similar in length and thickness to a chopstick.

It gleamed with silver light and was incredibly sharp.

Chu Feng's heart stirred. He activated his mental energy, and the small silver spear immediately shot up with a whoosh, circling the room before piercing through a several-foot-thick steel wall with a thud.

"Not bad," Chu Feng nodded, feeling pleased. This silver spear would be no worse than his crimson flying sword, perhaps even of higher quality.

Qi Honglin's heart was bleeding. This weapon had been excavated from an underground ruin, and they had long known it was extraordinary, akin to divine weapons like flying swords.

However, none of them could wield it, lacking the necessary sword-control techniques.

This time, they were forced into it, finally bringing it along to give to Chu Feng.

"The Pre-Qin Research Institute lives up to its name, indeed collecting some rare ancient artifacts. I just wonder if those mythical ancient texts truly exist," Chu Feng said.

"Isn't this small silver spear enough for young brother Chu Feng?"

"You contacted me earlier, saying you had mythical ancient texts, but those bamboo slips weren't it at all. I assume there's something else, then," Chu Feng said.

"There is indeed a very rare item; I'll give that to young brother Chu Feng as well," Qi Honglin said, taking out an ancient-looking jade stone that was dull and lacked luster. It was clearly an antique.

Qi Honglin explained that this was likely a mythical jade book, which should have recorded Taoist techniques and such. However, this particular piece only contained the trace of a flood dragon within it, and unfortunately, no text.

"This item is truly extraordinary. We found it years ago from the seabed. We all agreed it was remarkable, but we couldn't decipher anything from it. Today, I'm giving it to you, young friend, as a gesture of goodwill, hoping that we can turn hostility into friendship," Qi Honglin said.

Chu Feng took it in his hand and examined it closely, finding that there indeed appeared to be a faint outline of a flood dragon within the jade, but nothing else special.

He studied it for a while but could not discern anything remarkable.

Chu Feng casually took a photo of the jade stone and sent it directly to the Yellow Ox, explaining the details and asking it to ponder whether the item was useful.

The Yellow Ox replied almost immediately, seemingly very urgent, telling him to make sure to keep it safe!

Chu Feng discreetly put away the jade piece and asked the Yellow Ox on his communicator, "What is this?"

He called out.