The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine-Chapter 845 - National Divine Artifact Twelve Golden

Chapter 845: Chapter 845: National Divine Artifact, Twelve Golden Men!

Chapter 845 -845: National Divine Artifact, Twelve Golden Men!

Wandering blindly through the tomb of Emperor Qin for quite a while, Huang Xiaolong finally sensed the black dagger that was meant as a burial item and discovered the Dongying Onmyoji and Ninja sent by Xu Fu to stir up trouble!

Huang Xiaolong led his people through the walls!

Beyond this stone door was another chamber of considerable size.

At this moment, the chamber was filled with a pungent smell of blood.

In one corner of the chamber, there were six middle-aged men dressed in Qin soldier armor, similar in appearance to Meng Zhuang’s outfit. They were all curled up in the corner, their bodies riddled with wounds, their hair disheveled, blood spurting out, forming a large pool of blood.

It was obvious that these six were like Meng Zhuang, having taken the Immortal Pill, and they were guarding the underground imperial city. They had encountered the forces from Dongying and fought a bloody battle to this point, but now they were almost utterly exhausted.

Additionally, there were some corpses strewn around the chamber, all wrapped in black outfits with head covers – fallen Dongying ninjas, presumably.

Beyond them, a dozen or so ninjas stood with swords drawn, revealing from the slits of their hoods a chilling, cruel gaze, emanating a fierce and wolfish nature that sent shivers down one’s spine.

These ninjas also emitted a faint ghostly aura, the so-called “ghost ninjas.”

Behind the ninjas were five Onmyoji dressed in sacrificial robes with pointed hats, their expressions sinister as they waved feather fans. Mana rippled in waves around them, winding around their bodies like dragons and snakes.

“ROAR!!!!!!” Meng Zhuang’s eyes split with rage as he looked at his wounded brothers on the ground, his whole body trembling.

“Brother Meng Zhuang! Those thieves who have trespassed into the emperor’s tomb, show no mercy!” a middle-aged man lying in a pool of blood bellowed with fury.

“Unexpectedly, there are others who have infiltrated the underground imperial tomb…” A sinister male voice, light and fleeting, echoed in the tomb, elusive as the source.

The speaker was one of the Onmyoji, speaking fluent Chinese.

“Heh~~~” Huang Xiaolong stretched his muscles and took a slight step forward, squinting his eyes. “A descendant of Xu Fu?”

“How dare you! To call out the name of our ancestor so casually!” Both the ninjas and the Onmyoji shrieked furiously, as if Huang Xiaolong’s words had violated their deity!

“The reason you secretly infiltrated the tomb of Emperor Qin was to obtain the Immortal Pill, the twelve gold figures, and that black dagger… However, I’m sorry, but all these things are mine,” Huang Xiaolong said with a chuckle.

Hearing this, the Onmyoji looked at each other, not expecting that this seemingly young man before them had already figured out the purpose of their mission!

“Kill him!” an Onmyoji commanded coldly.

The next second—

Whoosh~~~

A gust of chilling wind kicked up, the chamber was filled with flying dust, and in the air, vague ghostly shadows appeared!

A ghost ninja made just a slight movement and suddenly sprung from a distance of a dozen meters to just a foot in front of Huang Xiaolong!

His movements were like a wraith: imperceptible when still, but too fast to react to once in motion!

Next, an incredibly fierce sword qi unsheathed and aimed straight at Huang Xiaolong!

The ghost ninja had already drawn his longsword in a flash, chopping towards Huang Xiaolong. The ninja’s longsword blazed with a ghastly green ghost fire, and even the air seemed to tremble with the murderous aura of the blade, making a rustling noise!

Leaving aside the sharp sword qi, the ghost fire burning on the ninja’s longsword would incinerate anyone it touched, even a master of ancient martial arts. Just a brush would cause one’s body to burn up, eventually turning into a puddle of pus, with the soul obliterated, unable to rest even as a ghost!

In the blink of an eye, Huang Xiaolong’s mind stirred faintly—’Ghost ninjas, it seems, are a combination of ancient martial arts, magic arts, and ghostly aura. Truly formidable. It seems Xu Fu, that traitor, taught these Dongying bastards quite a few things…’

Huang Xiaolong didn’t waste words, raising his hand to throw a punch directly out.

The punch struck precisely at the ghost ninja’s most vulnerable point, his fist bypassing the ninja blade and landing squarely on the ninja’s chest, imprinting a fist mark.

The next moment, crack, crack, crack… the terrifying sound of bones breaking echoed.

This ghost ninja’s body, just like shattered porcelain, showed dense cracks before suddenly exploding.

Shattered!

This ghost ninja was actually blown to pieces by Huang Xiaolong’s punch!

Blood burst like a bouquet of flowers, scattering all over the ground.

The onmyoji, dumbfounded, but with swift reactions, yelled in unison, “Attack together!”

As soon as the words fell, a dozen well-trained ghost ninjas, like tightly drawn bowstrings, unleashed a torrent of fierce killing intent, encapsulating Huang Xiaolong.

Immediately afterward, their movements synchronized and in a crouch, they vanished in several swishes!

This trick was too eerie, and Feng Hanyan and Ying Aoshan among other ancient martial grandmasters, gasped in astonishment.

Meng Zhuang blurted out, “It’s a spell! It’s a spell!”

“Hahaha~~~” Huang Xiaolong laughed heartily, his smile seemingly filled with an indescribable sense of irony and mockery. “Earth Escape? This trick again? Aren’t you just asking to die even quicker?”

With a grab through the air from Huang Xiaolong, the entire tomb’s floor, which was “earth,” transformed into “metal.”

The five elements were in chaos and reversal!

Thus, those dozen ghost ninjas using the Earth Escape technique were all crushed and exploded by the suddenly solidified metal ground, meeting their untimely deaths.

Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!

A series of blood sprays burst forth like fountains from underground.

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“The master is truly brave and unrivaled!” exclaimed Meng Zhuang, offering a slight bow to Huang Xiaolong.

The onmyoji now had faces filled with terror and astonishment. One of them asked with a trembling voice, “Who are you?”

“You don’t need to worry about who I am. The way you look, you must be a bunch of underlings. How many people have you come with? Who’s your leader? Where are the others?” Huang Xiaolong asked slowly and methodically.

“Hahahaha~~ Don’t even dream of getting a shred of information from us!” one of the onmyoji laughed eerily and all five onmyoji waved their fans at the same time.

In an instant, the entire tomb filled with incredibly strange and terrifying currents, with wails of ghosts and howls of wolves emanating from every inch of space, sending shivers down the spine.

Soon, a dozen blood-drenched seal characters appeared above Huang Xiaolong’s head.

Every one of those seal characters emitted terrifying and immense power, like mountains descending from the sky, intent on utterly crushing Huang Xiaolong into powder!

Doubtlessly, these Dongying onmyoji were using spells commonly practiced by magicians before the Qin Dynasty.

Huang Xiaolong stood unwavering, his right hand suddenly forming an ancient hand seal.

Suddenly, Huang Xiaolong was bathed in resplendent golden light, radiating the majestic presence of a Buddha, with countless tiny ancient Buddha silhouettes swirling behind his head, chanting in unison a sutra to subdue demons and vanquish evil.

Spurt! Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!

The crimson seal characters descending upon him shattered one by one, bursting like fireworks.

Huang Xiaolong slightly smiled, his sanctity reminiscent of a saint plucking flowers, as his right hand slowly reached out.

In the palm of Huang Xiaolong’s hand converged a mighty and overwhelming power, like a terrifying storm.

“No!” The five Onmyoji, their wills and spirits instantly collapsing, tried to flee, but the air around their bodies had already solidified by Huang Xiaolong’s aura, thick as cement.

Pop~~ Pop pop pop~~ Pop pop pop~~~~

Finally, the five Onmyoji shattered to pieces, their bodies exploded in death, and five wretched souls burst forth, which Huang Xiaolong snatched up with one grab.

“Hahaha~~~ Delusional to think you could extract any information from us… Hahaha~~~” The five souls giggled foolishly.

Suddenly…

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Four of the souls, astonishingly, self-destructed, splattering the ground with sticky, filthy, dark blood.

The last soul was about to explode as well.

Huang Xiaolong’s eyes were piercing cold. “You think by self-destructing and scattering your souls, I’ll be at a loss? How foolish!”

“Soul Search!!!!!”

Huang Xiaolong’s right hand shot out, crushing the head of the soul before it could self-destruct, and a tide of memories burst forth like a flood.

Huang Xiaolong selected some useful memories.

“Oh, there are a total of 88 ghost ninjas and 30 Onmyoji who entered the Emperor Qin’s mausoleum, led by someone named ‘Fukuda Gang,’ a genius among the ghost ninjas of this generation who has received part of Xu Fu’s true transmission… Fukuda Gang has already led the main force straight to the place where Emperor Qin’s coffin is kept, which is also the most important part of the entire mausoleum. In Fukuda Gang’s hands are the maps personally drawn by Xu Fu, along with various mechanisms, and strategies to deal with different Formations…”

Huang Xiaolong casually shattered the soul in his hand.

“Fukuda Gang? A genius among the ghost ninjas?” Ma Chuxia furrowed her brows. “Little Long, we need to hurry. That guy is going to dig up Emperor Qin Shi Huang’s grave!”

“Master, we must stop these people! We can’t let them disturb the great king’s rest!” Meng Zhuang bellowed angrily.

“These Onmyoji don’t know the map to Emperor Qin’s mausoleum either. My forced search of their soul memories revealed nothing. It seems, only Fukuda Gang is familiar with the map…” Huang Xiaolong smiled and then turned to the six seriously injured Qin People, quickly taking out several healing talismans and handing them to Ma Chuxia. “Wifey, here are some healing talismans, go and use these on those Qin People.”

Ma Chuxia took the talismans and hurried over, tearing the healing talismans, which immediately caused mana to swirl around the six seriously injured Qin People, rapidly stopping the bleeding, and they no longer cried out in pain.

“We continue forward.” Huang Xiaolong stepped forward and walked ahead.

Ying Qiulian volunteered to stay behind to take care of her companions.

The others followed Huang Xiaolong and continued onward.

In front of this tomb chamber, to their surprise, there appeared a total of six stone doors.

Everyone exchanged glances, unsure of which to choose.

The six stone doors surely led to six different places, but which one led to the core area where Emperor Qin Shi Huang’s coffin was placed?

All eyes turned to Huang Xiaolong.

Huang Xiaolong pondered for a few seconds, then took out a small black knife from his chest.

Suddenly, the tip of the black dagger swayed slightly, pointing to the third stone door from the left!

“Hmm… let’s choose this one…” Huang Xiaolong held the black dagger in his hand. “This time, the people from Dongying are probably after this black dagger. I can sense the mystery within the black dagger, and Xu Fu must be able to sense it too! Fukuda Gang and those ghostly ninjas, onmyoji, they will definitely go looking for that funeral black dagger… heh heh heh… Maybe, I’ll run into them.”

After speaking, Huang Xiaolong led everyone through the wall.

With the guidance of the black dagger, Huang Xiaolong and his companions were not wandering aimlessly like headless flies.

The passageways within the tomb were winding and numerous, endless, and without a map, anyone who entered would lose their way. But with the black dagger to guide them, it was as if they had divine assistance, and gradually, they delved deeper into the tomb’s interior.

In some chambers, they had already come across funerary goods piled up like mountains—such as a large number of exquisitely made stone armors, as well as various cauldrons, bronze birds, and so on.

“Little Long, I have a premonition that we are getting close to the core area of the tomb!” Ma Chuxia’s eyes shone with excitement.

After passing through another chamber, the view opened up suddenly.

Huang Xiaolong and the others had arrived in a vast plain, and in the middle of this plain stood a high platform.

“This… this is the Forbidden Army’s camp!” Meng Zhuang’s voice trembled as he extended his hand, pointing at the high platform. “That’s the roll-call platform!”

The entire plain was enveloped in layers of deathly aura, hazy and obscure, giving off a subtle pressure.

At that moment, taking a closer look, one could see the ground covered with skeletons.

These skeletons still clutched weapons in their hands, some still wearing armor. At a glance, it was impossible to tell if there were tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of skeletons here.

Atop the roll-call platform and upon the general’s throne, sat a gigantic skeleton. Judging from its size, the skeleton must have been at least 2 meters tall when alive, with thick joints. Its bony hand grasped a longsword emitting a chilling cold, its tip stabbed into the ground.

“That’s the King’s personal sword… the Tai’a Divine Sword! It’s the Tai’a Divine Sword!” Meng Zhuang cried out.

“Oh… no wonder…” Shirley Bai nodded thoughtfully. “The Qin Dynasty united the six states with such grandeur, truly unstoppable. The million-strong Qin army was indeed invincible. But from the death of Emperor Qin Shi Huang to the fall of the Qin Dynasty, it was only three years. How could such a powerful Qin army be reduced to a hastily formed conscript army of less than two hundred thousand? Where did the rest of the Great Qin army go? I’ve studied the history of Qin for so long and never unraveled this mystery, never knowing how hundreds of thousands of Qin troops vanished, and now I understand! They were all buried here! Oh my God!”

“Let’s go, let’s take a look inside this camp,” Huang Xiaolong said with a smile. “Now that we’ve found the Forbidden Army’s camp, then the place where Emperor Qin’s coffin lies must not be far away.”

Since ancient times, the Forbidden Army has always been under the direct command of the emperor, serving as the troops that protect the emperor or the imperial palace. Now that they had found the Forbidden Army’s camp, indeed, they were probably close to finding Emperor Qin’s coffin.

Huang Xiaolong stepped into the camp; the ground was densely covered with orderly placed soldier skeletons, wafting with a stream of eerie black mist, extremely spooky.

Ma Chuxia and the others, mustering their courage, followed behind Huang Xiaolong. Although the bodies of these Forbidden Army soldiers had long since turned to bone and there were no vengeful spirits to worry about, walking among them was still somewhat heart-pounding, as if they had come to the tents of the Qin army at its zenith, quite oppressive.

“I reckon there are at least 500,000 to 600,000 skeletons here. That’s some grandeur,” Huang Xiaolong chuckled.

“Wow—Little Long! Look over there, there are so many golden pillars!” Yan Pianpian’s eyes lit up as she pointed towards the distance.

Indeed, in the distance stood 24 pillars!

These pillars, all very thick, seemed like they were made of gold or perhaps cast from refined bronze, exuding an indescribable aura of solemnity and intimidation.

“Pillars?” Huang Xiaolong was astonished, his eyes narrowed, taking a closer look, he saw dense, complex, and ancient runes engraved upon the 24 pillars!

“These aren’t pillars…” Huang Xiaolong’s expression changed, he looked up at the sky, and then he pointed above the pillars. “Look, you see…”

Just then, a sinister, sarcastic male voice rang out across the vast expanse of the camp. “These are the Twelve Golden Men! Finally found by me, these are the Twelve Golden Men! The divine artifacts of the state, cast for Emperor Qin Shi Huang by our ancestors!”

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