My Cultivation Prowess Peaks after I Buried the Great Emperor’s Corpse - Chapter 617

Chapter 617: The Mad Daoist: Get Rid of Them!

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Grave Robber Alliance?

Upon hearing this name, Lin Wudao knew without a doubt that this was a powerful organization similar to the Terminator Alliance and the Alliance of Justice.

Perhaps behind the Grave Robber Alliance, there was also a strong backer that dominated the world and even the entire Panshen Cosmic.

“The Grave Robber Alliance can’t be underestimated. I’ve heard some legends about them. It’s said that this organization is extremely mysterious and extremely powerful. Their members specialize in digging graves everywhere, and they target the big ones. I didn’t expect them to also set their sights on the Qinglong Ancient Kingdom.”

The Mad Daoist’s tone was solemn. He seemed to be somewhat apprehensive of this so-called Grave Robber Alliance.

“Then what should we do? If we meet our peers in the grave, we will surely fight. Why don’t we take this opportunity to bury them all?” Qin Daofu secretly suggested.

Hearing this, The Mad Daoist nodded thoughtfully.

“We’re both here for money. Since we’ve bumped into them, we definitely can’t let them go. After we get to the ancestral graves, we’ll act according to the situation. We must bury those bastards in the grave. Otherwise, once they escape, it is likely that there will be endless trouble.”

The Mad Daoist’s heart was filled with monstrous killing intent.

Since they were of the same profession, they were natural enemies.

This time, they planned to use all their strength to kill the other party.

Lin Wudao naturally agreed with the Mad Daoist and Qin Daofu’s suggestions.

Whether it was the Sage corpses or the various treasures in the ancestral graves, they could not just watch as the Grave Robber Alliance snatched them away. Those things belonged to the Wicked Trio.

“The leader of the team from the Grave Robber Alliance this time is the man on the far left. His name is Zhao Yuanzheng. On his right is his nephew, Zhao Youwei. The four people behind him are the helpers he brought with them. Zhao Yuanzheng’s true cultivation is at level 10 of the Sage realm, and he has almost reached the Sage King realm. Zhao Youwei is a level 3 Sage, while the four helpers at the back are all level 8 Sages.”

Lin Wudao sent a voice transmission.

Through the Eye of the Great Dao, he learned about the background of the six members of the Grave Robber Alliance.

“One level 10 Sage, four level 8 Sages, and one level 3 Sage. This time, the people from the Grave Robber Alliance itself are a huge fortune. As grave robbers, they must have many treasures,” The Mad Daoist said greedily.

“There’s no need to discuss at all. Just do it! Just like how we dealt with the nine great divine races previously, when the time comes, Mad Daoist, you will block the door, and Brother Ren and I will attack. We can’t let these fat sheep escape!”

Qin Daofu was filled with excitement.

“No problem. As long as they enter my Golden Divine Tomb, they won’t be able to escape even if they have the means and ability to do so.”

The three of them sent voice transmissions to each other as they planned their next move.

At the same time, Chen Xuanjing and Chen Xuanjun were arguing.

“Big brother, the people you found this time don’t look like much. To carry the old ancestor’s coffin, one needs to be strong and unafraid of death. Are you sure they can survive after carrying the old ancestor’s coffin? Perhaps they will be contaminated by the evil aura and die in the grave.”

Chen Xuanjun glanced over at Lin Wudao and the other two and teased.

The current appearances of Lin Wudao and the others gave people the impression that they were honest people who worked hard. Chen Xuanjun didn’t think much of them at all.

Chen Xuanjing did not pay much attention to his mockery.

“As long as they’re not afraid of death, who cares? We only need to pay, and they will do their job. It’s only normal,” He replied calmly.

After saying that, Chen Xuanjing ignored Chen Xuanjun and greeted Lin Wudao and the others before walking to a corner of the Yellow Dragon Palace.

“Those few people just now will also carry the coffin for the ancestor three days later. If you’re willing, you can get to know them. If you’re not willing, then forget it. In any case, ail of you are just pallbearers. There is no need for you to have any friendship,” Chen Xuanjing said lightly.

“Crown Prince Chen, according to our observations, the six pallbearers that Chen Xuanjun brought are not simple. Their true identities are grave robbers from the Grave Robber Alliance. They have disguised themselves as pallbearers this time most probably to dig up the Qinglong Ancient Kingdom’s ancestral grave too.”

The Mad Daoist sent a voice transmission.

What was that? Grave robbers?

Hearing this, Chen Xuanjing’s expression changed.

He did not turn around to look at Zhao Yuanzheng and the others. Instead, he turned his back to them and began to ponder.

“I think this is an opportunity. A chance to take down Chen Junxuan.”

After a long time, Chen Xuanjing raised his head and said after pondering.

“Yes, this is indeed a good opportunity. Since you now know the identity of those people, you can make a fuss about this matter. After we enter the ancestral graves, you can expose the identity of those grave robbers in front of everyone. Then, close the gates. As long as we kill those grave robbers in the ancestral grave, we can disguise ourselves as them and escape. In that case, even if Chen Xuanjun has ten thousand mouths, he won’t be able to explain himself,” The Mad Daoist laughed sinisterly.

Hearing this, Chen Xuanjing’s eyes lit up.

“You want me to… close the gates?

“Of course. If not, how are you going to frame Chen Xuanjun?”

“But once the gates are sealed, how are you going to get out? The ancestral graves of the Qinglong Ancient Kingdom are capable of trapping even Sage Kings.”

“You don’t need to worry about this. We naturally have our ways,” Lin Wudao said nonchalantly.

“Very well. In that case, we’ll do as you say. If 1 can become the Ruler of the Qinglong Ancient Kingdom, I will repay you with a great gift in the future,” Chen Xuanjing promised.

Lin Wudao and the other two nodded but didn’t say anything.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Wu…

Three days later, the Dragon City was shrouded in a solemn atmosphere, accompanied by bleak and sad horn sounds.

Green Dragon Palace was the most dignified palace in the imperial capital.

At this moment, outside of the Green Dragon Palace, the funeral procession consisting of the many descendants and clansmen of the Qinglong Ancient Kingdom was gathered.

The whole city was covered in white.

In the center of the square, an ancient green dragon coffin had been placed for a long time. Lin Wudao and the other twelve pallbearers stood around it.

Everyone was waiting for the funeral to start.

“Ruler, it’s almost time.”

In front of the Green Dragon Palace, an amiable-looking old eunuch came before an old man with a dignified aura and said respectfully.

The old man was the Ruler of the Qinglong Ancient Kingdom, Chen Batian. He had already reigned for 3,000 years and was a level 5 Sage.

“Let’s begin. 1 will send the ancestor on his last journey.”

Saying this, an ancient Azure Dragon Seal appeared in Chen Batian’s right hand. He then threw it into the void.

Boom!

Accompanied by a vast momentum, the void began to collapse under the impact of the Azure Dragon Seal.

Immediately after, under everyone’s gaze, the void rippled like a tide.

A moment later, a mysterious secret realm gradually appeared in the void.

Through the entrance of the secret realm, one could vaguely see ancient peerless divine mountains inside. On every divine mountain, there was a grave..