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Page 471Chapter 471: The grave of Venerable Sixth Cultivator of True Virtue
Translator: GodBrandy Editor: Kurisu
Song Shuhang had a strange dream...
This time, he became a disciple of the Thousand Hands Sect.
In the capacity of an ancient sect that was as famous as the Penniless Thief Sect, the secret technique of the Thousand Hands Sect wasn't inferior to the Emptying Miracle Hands of the Penniless Thief Sect! It was particularly good at removing seals and unearthing hidden treasures!
It was regrettable that the Thousand Hands Sect wasn't as clever as the Penniless Thief Sect and didn't have the restraint a sect of thieves should have. In the end, it disappeared during the course of history, and now, even their heritage was about to disappear.
However, Song Shuhang didn't start dreaming about this person's life from the start. When the dream started, the disciple of the Thousand Hands Sect had already completed his training and left the sect.
With that, Song Shuhang lost the opportunity to study that secret technique of the Thousand Hands Sect that could be compared with the Penniless Thief Sect's Emptying Miracle Hands.
However… why am I dreaming about a disciple of the Thousand Hands Sect?
Did I get in contact with a disciple of the Thousand Hands Sect in real life? Whenever I entered a dreamland before, I always had some relationship with the person I was dreaming about...
But Song Shuhang couldn't remember any disciple of the Thousand Hands Sect at this time!
Just as he was in deep thoughts, the plot of the dreamland started to move forward.
The disciple of the Thousand Hands Sect formed a team with other fellow daoists and went to explore an ancient grave.
According to the rumors, during that time, someone of the 'Venerable' rank left behind a grave. If they could successfully enter the grave, the profits would be quite large.
In the dreamland, the disciple of the Thousand Hands Sect had a very vague impression of the ancient grave.
When Song Shuhang took his place and entered the dreamland, the ancient grave appeared pixelated, and the scenery in the distance was covered by a dense fog.
However, he saw a stone tablet after entering the place, and the stone tablet appeared very clear.
To be more precise, rather than a stone tablet… it was a gravestone!
On the gravestone were inscribed the following words: The grave of Venerable Sixth Cultivator of True Virtue.
The stone tablet was very eye-catching. Therefore, even if the memory of this disciple of the Thousand Hands Sect about the grave was rather vague, he still clearly remembered the gravestone.
When Song Shuhang saw this name, he found it very familiar.
Therefore, he operated his brain at high speed.
Seventh Stage Venerables… Song Shuhang had come in contact with several people of this rank.
Venerable White, Venerable Tornado, and Venerable Spirit Butterfly!
Then, one of the admins of the Nine Provinces Number One Group, Xuan Nu Sect's Skylark, was also a figure of the Venerable rank.
Additionally, there was another admin of the Nine Provinces Number One Group with high prestige in the group... Venerable Seventh Cultivator of True Virtue.
That was it!
Venerable Seventh Cultivator of True Virtue!
The only difference between him and this Venerable Sixth Cultivator of True Virtue was the number… and even the difference in number was of only one.
Were they relatives? Or fellow apprentices?
If they were really fellow apprentices, that was truly terrifying!
The one ranked 6th and the one ranked 7th were both at the Venerable rank, and there were still their fellow apprentices from the 1st to the 5th left...
Venerable First Cultivator of True Virtue, Venerable Second Cultivator of True Virtue… up until Venerable Fifth Cultivator of True Virtue; all of them were Venerables or perhaps even stronger! Just the thought was enough to cause fear.
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Just as Song Shuhang's imagination was running wild, the disciple of the Thousand Hands Sect entered Venerable Sixth Cultivator of True Virtue's grave.
Since the disciple of the Thousand Hands Sect had a secret technique that allowed him to remove seals, he was the one in charge of removing traps and restrictions, and exploring the place.
From the very beginning, the exploration of the ancient grave proceeded very smoothly.
Although the strength of this disciple of the Thousand Hands Sect was only of the Fourth Stage Realm, it wasn't a problem for him to remove the traps inside Venerable Sixth Cultivator of True Virtue's grave.
There were six other fellow daoists that were taking risks alongside him. The faces of these six companions were also pixelated, and Song Shuhang couldn't make out their appearances.
"Our luck isn't bad… our journey up until now was very smooth. But the real challenge starts now. We have to be careful," one of the companions said.
His voice had yet to fade when the sound of an explosion was transmitted from ahead!
Next, Song Shuhang felt a stabbing pain all over his body.
The disciple of the Thousand Hands Sect he was impersonating had been seriously injured by one of the traps of the ancient grave.
Countless sword qi had condensed inside the explosion… piercing the body of the disciple of the Thousand Hands Sect afterward.
However, these innumerable streams of sword qi didn't take the life of this disciple of the Thousand Hands Sect. Instead, they accurately chopped off his four limbs.
All that sword qi acted like a blunt cutting blade and turned him into a human stick.
The pain was unbearable.
"Aaaaaah~" the disciple of the Thousand Hands Sect screamed in pain.
Soon after, his consciousness started to fade… from a side, the screams of his companion was likewise transmitted.
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Has the dream come to an end? Song Shuhang thought to himself.
No… the dream is still going on.
Just as Song Shuhang regained his senses, he discovered that the disciple of the Thousand Hands Sect was lying inside a huge blood pond.
"Don't worry. Your companions brought you here… you're safe now." A dull robot-like voice echoed.
The disciple of the Thousand Hands Sect opened his eyes and discovered that he was lying inside a huge blood pond.
A blood pond? Isn't this the same blood pond inside that underground smelted cave?
When he raised his eyes, he discovered that there was a guy that resembled a balloon filled with water next to the blood pond. It was currently laughing strangely while looking at him.
Then, the water balloon-like guy moved forward as he wobbled and installed artificial arms and legs on his body.
"This outstanding technique comes from the ancient Jet-Black Sect. It will allow you to have legs and arms that are as convenient to use as your previous ones. Moreover, you won't need to worry about having your arms or legs injured anymore." The skin puppet strangely laughed.
The disciple of the Thousand Hands Sect slightly nodded and didn't move.
"In that case, keep sleeping. Once you wake up, you'll discover that your arms and legs have been restored to what they were before." The water balloon-like man used a strange tone and said gently, "And once you wake up… you'll be the master of this smelted cave!"
The voice of the puppet seemed to have the ability to mesmerize others.
The disciple of the Thousand Hands Sect fainted once more.
Song Shuhang had finally understood which dream he had entered… it was the dream of that She Lan he met in the underground smelted cave. The guy that didn't know that his whole body had been changed into that of a puppet.
That skin puppet on a side was the one that secretly transformed She Lan's body into that of a puppet.
It was unknown what was the person behind this skin puppet scheming.
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After an unknown amount of time, that mister called She Lan regained his senses once more.
His eyes started to open slowly… at this time, he was standing in the deepest part of the smelted cave.
In other words, it was the same place where Song Shuhang, Soft Feather, and Liu Jiangyi discovered those human skins getting air-dried when they were plundering the smelted cave.
However, the deepest part of the smelted cave that She Lan saw was a bit different.
Before She Lan started to open his eyes, there was a thick stone gate that slowly descended downward.
Inside the stone gate was concealed a very exquisite wooden puppet.
This wooden puppet was perfectly still and mounted on the wall.
After the stone gate thoroughly descended and closed, a layer of sandy soil covered it, merging it together with the wall of the smelted cave as though they were one entity.
At this time, She Lan's body shook.
He had finally regained his consciousness...