Chapter 156: The Sword of the King of Yue

That antique, unadorned long sword still remained planted firmly in the giant ape's chest, emanating a bone-chilling frost.

"This sword..."

Qin Feng stared fixedly at the ancient blade, his eyes filled with intense yearning.

He could clearly sense that an immensely formidable power was dormant within this sword.

It was even stronger than the metal shard he had previously obtained from Old Man Li!

"If I can get my hands on this ancient sword, my strength will undoubtedly reach a whole new level!"

Qin Feng took a deep breath, suppressing the surging excitement in his heart, and slowly extended his hand to grip the hilt.

The touch was ice-cold, and a freezing chill instantly coursed through his palm, spreading across his entire body.

"So cold!"

Qin Feng couldn't help but shiver. This biting cold felt as though it wanted to freeze his very soul.

He gritted his teeth, circulating the Nine Revolutions Golden Body Art, and channeled the true qi within his body to resist the piercing chill.

"Up... with you!"

Qin Feng let out a low roar, exerting all his strength through his arms as he slowly pulled the ancient sword from the giant ape's chest.

"Clang!"

A crisp, resonant sword chime echoed through the spacious tomb chamber, sounding like an awakening dragon that had slumbered for a thousand years!

Simultaneously, a fierce wave of sword qi erupted from the blade, instantly reducing the surrounding bone fragments and rotting garments to fine powder!

Qin Feng was knocked back several paces by the sheer force of the sword qi before managing to steady his stance.

He looked down and saw that the ancient sword was slender, measuring over three feet in length, and entirely pitch-black without the slightest blemish. Like obsidian, it radiated a dark, cold luster.

Carved into the hilt were two archaic seal characters—King of Yue!

"King of Yue?" Qin Feng frowned slightly, rapidly searching his memory for information regarding the title.

A moment later, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

"Could this be that legendary Sword of Goujian, the King of Yue, from the Spring and Autumn period?!"

Gazing at the fish-scale-like patterns etched across the blade, he became increasingly certain that this was indeed the legendary King of Yue sword forged from a meteorite.

Holding the sword, Qin Feng felt the continuous waves of chill radiating from the blade and couldn't help shivering again.

This coldness was different from before; it stabbed directly into his mind.

He hurriedly mobilized the Nine Revolutions Golden Body Art, circulating his true qi to forcefully suppress the icy intrusion.

"This sword is truly extraordinary!"

Qin Feng sighed inwardly, fixing his burning gaze on the precious weapon in his hand.

The blade was as dark as ink, devoid of any reflection, save for a single thread of cold light along the edge that struck awe into anyone who beheld it.

The ancient and mysterious patterns on the sword seemed to conceal hidden secrets, tempting him to uncover them.

"I'll need to find time to study this properly," Qin Feng thought to himself, sliding the King of Yue sword into his backpack.

At that exact moment, the tomb chamber began to shake violently, and debris rained down from the ceiling.

"What's going on?"

Qin Feng was startled. Looking up, he saw cracks spreading across the roof of the chamber, threatening to collapse at any moment.

"Not good!" Qin Feng cried out internally. Without a moment's hesitation, he whirled around and sprinted toward the tomb's entrance.

"Boom!"

Just as he reached the doorway, a deafening crash echoed behind him. The entire tomb chamber completely collapsed, and a landslide of rubble and dust instantly swallowed him whole.

He had no idea how much time had passed when Qin Feng finally regained consciousness.

His entire body ached, and his head felt heavy and dizzy, as if someone had struck him hard with a sledgehammer.

"Cough, cough..."

He coughed violently, struggling to crawl out from the ground, only to realize he was buried beneath a pile of rubble with only his head exposed.

"Damn it, I almost lost my life here!"

Qin Feng brushed the dust off himself with lingering fear and cursed under his breath. Glancing around, he saw that the original tomb chamber had been reduced to ruins, filled with shattered stones and broken walls, bearing no resemblance to its former self.

"Looks like I really pushed my luck this time!"

Qin Feng forced a bitter smile, feeling a twinge of regret. Had he known better, he wouldn't have coveted that broken sword.

"Still, at least I managed to hold onto my life!"

He consoled himself and prepared to stand up when he suddenly felt his footing give way, and he plummeted downward once more.

"What the hell!"

Qin Feng cried out in alarm, crashing heavily to the ground before he could even react.

Ignoring the pain in his body, he clambered back up and squinted through the dim light to survey his surroundings.

Just then, shouting echoed from not far away.

"Qin Feng! Are you in there?"

The voice sounded somewhat familiar, tinged with anxiety, and echoed through the empty cavern.

Qin Feng struggled to get up, only to find his limbs aching and entirely devoid of strength. The earlier collapse had inflicted severe injuries upon him.

He managed to raise his head, and through the faint illumination, he spotted a head peering down from a cave opening above—it was none other than Long Xiaotian.

"I'm down here!" Qin Feng called out weakly, his voice pitifully soft.

Hearing Qin Feng's voice, Long Xiaotian instantly let out a sigh of relief, a look of pleasant surprise washing over his face. "Are you alright? Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine, won't die yet!" Qin Feng forced himself to stand, but the movement aggravated his wounds, causing him to gasp in pain.

"Don't move!" Seeing this, Long Xiaotian immediately beckoned Ah Biao over to help.

"Qin Feng! You bastard, you sure have a thick skull!"

As Ah Biao helped Long Xiaotian pull Qin Feng out from the pile of debris, he couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

The depths of the earth were already perilous, and a cave-in meant a nine-out-of-ten chance of death. For Qin Feng to survive this was nothing short of a miracle.

Covered in injuries and in excruciating pain with every movement, Qin Feng could only offer a wry, helpless smile without the energy to retort.

If not for the protective barrier of the Nine Revolutions Golden Body Art, his life would surely have ended here.

"Stop blabbering, get him to the hospital immediately!" Long Xiaotian furrowed his brows, eyeing Qin Feng's pale face with lingering dread.

Though he didn't know what secrets Qin Feng harbored, his intuition told him this kid was far from ordinary.

Upon arriving at the hospital, the doctor took one look at Qin Feng's shocking array of injuries and drew a sharp breath. "Did this person get pushed off a mountain?"

"Don't ask, just save him!"

Long Xiaotian impatiently interrupted the doctor's inquiries, slamming a black card onto the desk. "The best ward, the best medication, I'll cover all expenses!"

Realizing the gravity of the situation, the doctor dared not ask any more questions and immediately arranged for the top surgeon to operate on Qin Feng.

Qin Feng remained bedridden for three whole days.

When he finally woke up, he found himself lying in a hospital bed with tubes running all over his body.

"Yo, you're awake?" A familiar voice sounded. Qin Feng turned his head to see Yang Tianchen looking down at him with a beaming smile.

"Tianchen? Why are you here?"

Qin Feng struggled to sit up, but the motion pulled at his wounds, making him grimace in pain.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't move around, you'll tear your stitches."

Yang Tianchen quickly stepped forward to hold him down. "I just arrived from Kyoto. Hearing that you got hurt, I rushed right over to check on you."

"Kyoto? How are things with the Wang family?"