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Chapter 191: The Coffin Bearers
🕑 Added 2024-10-08 07:56:02 +0000 UTCAt that moment, Longkos York pushed everyone else aside, reaching out toward the floating Ji Mie.
"The emperor of the Dilong Empire, huh? I don't think this guy is suited to be the sword’s master."
Ye Fan observed the scene below, thought for a moment, then took off into the sky.
"Don’t let it escape!!!"
"That’s a demonic sword, we must capture it!!!"
Longkos York roared in anger when he saw Ji Mie flying away.
Even if he couldn’t claim the sword, he wouldn’t let anyone else have it!
A few Martial Kings, steeling themselves, flew into the sky in a desperate attempt to stop Ji Mie.
But Ji Mie was too fast, impossible for them to catch.
Ye Fan had no intention of killing them all.
Killing could grant evolution points, but mindlessly indulging in slaughter could drive him into madness. Besides, Ye Fan had once been human. Unless someone tried to kill him first, he wasn’t the type to take lives without reason.
"The Dilong Empire no longer has any strong warriors. Let’s see what other countries have to offer."
"This world seems a lot bigger than I imagined!"
With that, Ye Fan flew north at a tremendous speed.
"Ah, this feels good!"
His energy points were now abundant, able to sustain him for a long time.
Ye Fan flew north, passing through numerous small nations along the way.
This world was far larger than he had ever anticipated!
Roar—
As he flew over a vast desert, a massive figure suddenly emerged from the sands below!
It was an enormous sandworm!
Its round mouth was lined with countless sharp teeth.
Spotting Ye Fan flying overhead, the sandworm opened its gaping maw, ready to swallow Ji Mie whole.
"You want to eat me?"
Ye Fan was startled by the sight.
Since arriving in this part of the world, it was the first time a creature had dared to attack him.
"And I’m just a sword right now."
Ye Fan inwardly chuckled.
What could possibly be appetizing about a sword?
In the next moment, the sandworm swallowed him whole.
But it didn’t last long. Soon, Ji Mie tore through the creature's insides, emerging from its body.
The massive creature thrashed on the ground before collapsing entirely.
[Killed Beast King-level creature, gained 100,000 evolution points]
[Absorbed Beast King-level blood essence, gained 10 energy points]
[Absorbed Beast King-level blood essence, gained 10 energy points]
...
"A Beast King-level creature, and it wasn’t much."
Ye Fan muttered to himself.
"I thought Lin Luoluo was going to die back there, but she’s still alive."
Flying forward, Ye Fan reflected on the battle.
Lin Luoluo had sustained severe injuries during that fight.
Even the power of the Light of Healing shouldn’t have been enough to save her.
Yet, somehow, she survived.
"Did she have another miraculous encounter?"
Ye Fan wondered aloud.
"Lin San, Lin Luoluo... they both survived."
"Is the Lin family really that strong?"
With a wry smile, Ye Fan continued flying.
"Whatever. I’ll take a rest first."
Although Ye Fan only expended energy points during his travels and didn’t feel physical fatigue, constant flying was still a bit boring.
He settled down on the golden sands of the desert.
"Let’s rest for a bit. I doubt anyone will come by."
Ye Fan murmured.
He had flown so far and hadn’t encountered a single human presence.
Three days passed in this barren landscape.
"Just a little further!"
"We’ll be able to rest soon!"
A voice rang out from the distance.
"Huh? Someone’s coming?"
Ye Fan perked up at the sound, surprised.
In the distance, a group of people was hauling several coffins toward him.
"Coffin bearers?"
Ye Fan was puzzled by the sight.
It was the first time he had seen something like this.
Leading the group was a young man.
He was bare-chested, his muscular frame glistening as he pulled a thick iron chain, dragging the heavy coffin forward.
The coffin appeared to be made of some special material, incredibly heavy.
As the young man approached, he noticed Ji Mie lying on the ground.
"Huh?"
He stopped in his tracks, staring at the sword.
A sword, just lying here?
And it didn’t look ordinary.
The intricate patterns on the blade seemed both intricate and eerie, drawing his attention.
He set down the chain and approached, picking up the sword.
"What…?"
The moment he grasped Ji Mie, his expression changed.
He could feel a surge of strength course through his body the instant he held the sword.
"Zhou Huachao, what’s the matter!?"
A voice called out from behind.
"Nothing!"
Zhou Huachao quickly snapped out of his shock.
Holding Ji Mie in his left hand, he grabbed the iron chain with his right and resumed dragging the coffin forward.
But to his surprise, he found that his strength had increased significantly.
Hauling the coffin now felt effortless.
This sword… it was definitely not ordinary!
Zhou Huachao, 18 years old, was a coffin bearer.
In this region, when powerful figures passed away, their coffins were forged from special black iron and then transported to the depths of the desert for burial.
To them, desert burial symbolized eternal life.
But the desert was dangerous, and the black iron coffins were extremely heavy—too heavy for ordinary people to move.
Thus, the profession of coffin bearers emerged.
"Rest!"
A middle-aged man at the front shouted, signaling the group to stop.
The coffin bearers dropped to the ground, leaning against the coffins, panting heavily.
"I’m exhausted…"
Most of them were too tired to move.
"Zhou Huachao, how are you not tired?"
A man glanced over at Zhou Huachao and asked.
Zhou Huachao didn’t even seem to be sweating, appearing far more relaxed than the others.
"I’m tired too."
Zhou Huachao thought for a moment and responded casually.
"Boss, do we really have to haul these coffins all the way to that spot? Why not just bury them anywhere? Who’s going to know…"
A younger man, new to the job, couldn’t help but complain.
This life was just too exhausting.
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