My Cultivation Prowess Peaks after I Buried the Great Emperor's Corpse Chapter 322 - Chapter 322: Grave Robbers in the Tribe!

Chapter 322 - Chapter 322: Grave Robbers in the Tribe!

Chapter 322: Grave Robbers in the Tribe!

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

Cultivation knew no time and three days pa.s.sed in a flash.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

In these three days, with the power of the 100,000 Tianfeng tribe members, Feng Changqing’s cultivation had increased tremendously.

Three days ago, he was just a mortal.

But just three days later, he had become a powerhouse in the Divine Wheel realm. His cultivation and strength were comparable to the patriarchs of the tribe.

With the power of the Lethe Altar, his strength even surpa.s.sed Feng Qinglei and the others.

This shocking change shocked Feng Changqing, but at the same time, he also felt endless excitement and joy. He had never thought that he would one day reach the heavens in a single step.

“Thank you, Senior! 1 will never forget your kindness!”

Thump! Thump! Thump!

After calming down the infinite excitement in his heart, Feng Changqing immediately knelt and kowtowed heavily to Feng Jitian. His expression was extremely respectful and devout.

Seeing this, Feng Jitian revealed a gratified smile.

“There’s no need to thank me. All of this is your fate and good fortune. I simply gave you some guidance. From now on, you are the fourth generation of the emissary of River Lethe. 1 hope that you can live up to your responsibilities and mission and protect the tribe and your people. If you have the ability, I hope that you can lead the Tianfeng tribe to glory and glory one day. If you can do that, it can be considered as comforting the souls of the tribe’s ancestors in heaven,” Feng Jitian said in a deep voice.

Hearing this, Feng Changqing nodded heavily, his eyes filled with determination.

“Oh right, there’s one more thing that you must know after becoming the emissary of River Lethe. That is, from now on, your fate will forever be tied to River Lethe until the end of your life. If the Tianfeng tribe continues to maintain its current state and doesn’t gain any power or influence, then you will die due to the limitation of your lifespan. River Lethe is bound to every emissary of River Lethe. Since ancient times, no one has been able to break the curse of this fate. This place will restrict you for the rest of your life! This is the misfortune I told you about earlier,” Feng Jitian sighed.

Bound to River Lethe forever?

Hearing this, Feng Changqing was shocked.

“Which means after becoming the emissary of River Lethe, 1 will never be able to leave River Lethe, nor the Tianfeng Tribe?”

“Yes. Even after death, your final destination will be River Lethe. This is the price of being the emissary of River Lethe.”

At this point, Feng Jitian paused for a moment before speaking again.

“One last thing. The Lethe Altar is a divine artifact with magical power. 1 believe you have also sensed its great power and magical aspects. Other than that, the Lethe Altar can also add the power of all living beings to your body to temporarily increase your combat strength. This is the final method to protect the tribe and River Lethe. 1 hope you can use it carefully.”

Add the power of all living beings to him and temporarily increase his combat strength?

Feng Changqing was curious. Although he really wanted to try it, he didn’t do so at the moment.

This was because Feng Jitian’s figure was gradually turning transparent at a speed visible to the naked eye.

“Senior!”

“Don’t panic, my time is up. Ever since I became the emissary of River Lethe, I’ve defended it for more than 30,000 years. Now, it’s time to return to River Lethe. From now on, the tribe will be handed over to you. 1 hope you can protect it.”

“Senior, don’t worry. 1 swear to protect the Tianfeng tribe!”

He kowtowed heavily.

Seeing this, Feng Jitian nodded in satisfaction.

“By the way, 1 saw that you were interested in my corpse earlier, right?”

“Huh? This…”

“When a person dies, everything will return to dust. Back when I was alive, 1 was a level 8 DemiG.o.d. If you need my corpse, feel free to take it. This is the only thing 1 can help… you… with…”

His intermittent and soft voice sounded.

Whoos.h.!.+

When the last word fell, the figure formed by Feng Jitian’s obsession disappeared from the world under Feng Changqing’s complicated gaze.

“Feng Changqing respectfully sends the senior off!”

Thump! Thump! Thump!

He kowtowed to Feng Jitian’s corpse and only stood up after kowtowing nine times.

After struggling for some time, he ultimately put Feng Jitian’s body into his storage bag.

Feng Jitian had allowed him to reach his current height. As such, Feng Changqing made up his mind that unless he had no other choice, he would never trade Feng Jitian’s corpse with Dongfang Bubai.

“After the tribe has settled down, 1 will find a treasured land with good Feng Shui to bury the senior’s corpse,” He thought to himself.

Then, Feng Changqing was prepared to ride his small boat and tour the ancient and mysterious Lethe Underwater Mansion.

However, at this moment, he seemed to have sensed something, and his expression abruptly changed.

In an instant, he looked at Green Peak Ridge on the bank of River Lethe with a fierce gaze. That was the place he had guarded day and night. It was also the place where the ancestors of the Tianfeng tribe were buried.

Just now, his consciousness swept across the Green Peak Ridge and unexpectedly discovered two uninvited guests. What made him especially angry was that the two uninvited guests had the audacity to dig up the graves of the tribe’s ancestors.

“Grave robbers? Hmph, how dare you dig up the ancestral graves of my Tianfeng tribe? You are simply courting death,” Feng Changqing let out an angry growl.

He immediately left Lethe Underwater Mansion at his fastest speed, carrying a strong killing intent as he headed towards Green Peak Ridge.

Green Peak Ridge. Since ancient times, it was the burial ground of the Tianfeng tribe’s ancestors.

Chi!

Chi!

Chi!

At this moment, in a corner of the Green Peak Ridge that was shrouded in darkness, two figures were each holding a hoe and digging a grave with all their might. One of them was dressed like a sloppy Daoist. He was digging graves while cursing. The other person was a muscular man.

The two hid in the darkness. Their movements were extremely careful as they were afraid of alerting the members of the Tianfeng tribe.

“Mad Daoist, how many graves have we dug?”

At this moment, the muscular man’s voice rang out. His words revealed a sense of boredom.

“Umm, we should’ve dug seven or eight graves, 1 think?” The Mad Daoist replied uncertainly.

“Sigh, we’ve already dug so many graves, but we’ve only dug up a pile of sc.r.a.p metal. The most valuable thing is only an Imperial Dao ancient spiritual weapon. Is this what you meant when you said that the ancestral graves of the Tianfeng tribe are rich?” Qin Daofu complained.

Hearing this, the Mad Daoist also looked a little embarra.s.sed.

“Well, we didn’t come here to dig graves for treasures anyway. I’m digging graves for the sake of doing it, and you’re doing it for the corpses. What does it matter whether there are treasures or not?”

“That’s true, but… If there were treasures in the tomb, it would be better. Sigh, if 1 had known earlier, 1 wouldn’t have let Chen Zongtian leave. If he was here, we wouldn’t have to work so hard.”

“Hey, it’s useless to talk about those things now. We’d better dig a few more graves while it’s dark. Moreover, 1 heard that there’s a grave keeper on Green Peak Ridge. We have to act quickly. It won’t be good if the other party is alarmed.”

“Fine. I hope that we can dig out a few more strong corpses. Otherwise, we will really have worked for nothing,” Qin Daofu complained unhappily.

As he spoke, he was prepared to pick up the hoe and continue digging the grave.

However, just as he was about to move, he suddenly became alert. His strange eyes looked at River Lethe in the distance and his pupils constricted.

“s.h.i.+t! That d.a.m.ned grave keeper is back!” Qin Daofu cried out in a low voice. What? The grave keeper was back?

Upon hearing this, the Mad Daoist who was digging the grave with all his might raised his head and looked in the direction of Qin Daofu’s gaze.

Whoos.h.!.+

Almost in an instant, a fierce sword light slashed down from the void..