BTTH: Becoming Queen Medusa’s Guardian Spirit from the Start

Chapter 139: The Overwhelming Scent of Treasure Hunting in the Cave

Seeing even Yao Chen so excited, Xiao Yan knew that this was undoubtedly an extremely precious Dou Technique. Thrilled, he quickly unrolled the scroll.

Then… both of them wore expressions of utter despair, their faces twisted as if suffering from severe constipation.

"What the hell?! The flying Dou Technique scroll is burnt?!"

Upon opening the scroll, Xiao Yan and Yao Chen saw a pair of charred, blackened eagle wings drawn on it, the paper bearing clear scorch marks. A faint burnt smell lingered in the air.

Yao Chen's mouth twitched uncontrollably. He glanced at Xiao Yan, who seemed to have vaguely understood something but was still confused. Shaking his head, Yao Chen sighed. "Xiao Yan, I have to tell you… this Xuan class flying Dou Technique is completely useless now."

Xiao Yan's expression darkened as he asked, "Teacher, why? Wasn't this technique supposed to be sealed within the scroll?"

"Flying Dou Techniques are different from other Dou Techniques. They can only be used once, and it seems Eagle Wings has already been destroyed by someone," Yao Chen explained helplessly.

Xiao Yan nodded in understanding. There was only one explanation someone had beaten him to it. But looking at this chamber, there were no signs of anyone else having entered. Even if he couldn't tell, surely Yao Chen would have noticed, right? Could there be a hidden passage?

No… this wasn't some secret chamber. There was one other presence in this room the skeleton!

Perhaps this wasn't the remains of some powerful predecessor but rather a thief who had sneaked in!

With this realization, Xiao Yan felt enlightened. He finally understood.

That arrangement of gold coins forming the character "2"...

It was referring to him!

And the "二货" (which means "idiot") he had placed there…

That was also him!

The second stone box had been a trap that closed the stone door. This person likely hadn't even been a Dou Shi. Unable to escape, they sat here to mess with future treasure hunters.

Not only did they destroy the flying Dou Technique, but they even locked it back inside the box, pretending to be some great senior!

Gritting his teeth, Xiao Yan had the urge to crush the skeleton under his foot.

But he refrained, his gaze shifting toward the other two stone boxes.

Since the Eagle Wings scroll was ruined, the other two boxes had to contain something valuable. After all, there were no storage rings on the skeleton or anywhere in the chamber.

Meaning, the treasures inside these boxes had never been taken out!

Excited by the thought, Xiao Yan's grin stretched ear to ear as he eagerly turned to the remaining two boxes.

Meanwhile, Yao Chen had a bad feeling. If even the flying Dou Technique had been destroyed, could the other two boxes really still hold valuable items?

Xiao Yan's treasure hunt was bound to end in disappointment.

But Yao Chen didn't discourage him. Some lessons had to be learned through personal experience only then would Xiao Yan become more obedient.

Brimming with anticipation, Xiao Yan used the key to open the remaining two boxes. Carefully, from a safe distance, he lifted the lids and peered inside.

Then, after several seconds of examination…

"What the hell… this cave reeks of mischief…"

Xiao Yan felt his brain short circuit. His tiny body stiffened, his height metaphorically shrank to 1.4 meters while his blood pressure skyrocketed to 1.5 meters, and he collapsed to the ground.

Yao Chen, watching Xiao Yan's vacant stare and limp body, sighed and shook his head. He didn't immediately revive him instead, he curiously glanced inside the stone boxes.

He wanted to see exactly what kind of "treasure" had knocked Xiao Yan unconscious.

Approaching the first stone box, Yao Chen found a small jade bottle.

It appeared to contain some kind of pill. However, given how ancient this place was, any pill stored here should have long since lost its potency.

Intrigued, Yao Chen opened the bottle's lid. Immediately, a pungent and all too familiar scent filled the air.

A thick, overpowering smell of… smoked chicken.

"Ugh !"

Yao Chen immediately understood what it was.

Who the hell had the audacity to store centuries old body fluids in a treasure chamber?!

However, as a respected Dou Alchemist, Yao Chen had seen (and smelled) many things. He endured the stench without flinching.

Then, his curiosity got the best of him, and he turned toward the second stone box.

As they say, curiosity kills the cat.

And Yao Chen was about to meet his end.

Peering inside, he initially saw what appeared to be a piece of white cloth.

A cloth? Was something hidden underneath it?

Yao Chen stepped forward for a closer look…

The moment he realized what it was, his eyes widened in horror.

This wasn't just any white cloth…

It was a pair of crusty, foul smelling, centuries old socks.

The stench of salted fish and unwashed feet struck like a hammer to the soul.

Even with all his life experience, Yao Chen had never encountered something quite this foul.

Swiftly, he waved his sleeve, slamming the lids shut on all three boxes. If he let this continue, this chamber would be uninhabitable.

Taking out a small recovery pill, he flicked it into Xiao Yan's mouth.

A few moments later, Xiao Yan slowly regained consciousness. His dazed eyes met his teacher's calm but knowing gaze.

Why was his life so miserable?

He had thought he had stumbled upon a hidden treasure trove, only to find… a prankster's deathtrap.

Rage boiled within him, and his eyes locked onto the skeleton seated on the stone chair.

…

Crunch! Crack! Clatter !

The poor soul who had once created the Xuan class flying Dou Technique Purple Cloud Wings probably never imagined that, even after death, they would be dug up and utterly destroyed by an enraged treasure hunter.

By the time Xiao Yan emerged from the cave, his gaze fell once more upon those familiar pinyin inscriptions. His teeth clenched.

So, this message…

"Only by renouncing the world can you escape disaster."

Did that mean as long as he hadn't renounced the world, he would always be plagued by misfortune?

That seemed to be the case. The moment he read this message, he had immediately encountered disaster. Even the cave itself had turned against him.

Gritting his teeth, Xiao Yan grabbed the rope and began climbing back up the cliffside.

Had the herb gathering team already left?

Honestly, it didn't matter. He had no intention of staying with them. His true goal was to cross the entire Magical Beast Mountain Range. This journey would be no less arduous than a monk's pilgrimage to the west, but if he wanted to become truly powerful, there was no other choice.

With great effort, Xiao Yan pulled himself toward the cliff's summit. Just as his hands reached the top, a large, calloused hand suddenly extended toward him.

It was not the delicate hand of a maiden.

It was a rough, meaty hand covered in dirt and grime.

Xiao Yan looked up

Oh, hell no.

The owner of the hand was none other than the leader of the herb gathering team Mu She, the head of the Wolf Head Mercenary Group.

"Nice work! Come on, grab my hand and climb up!" Mu She said with a friendly smile.

Xiao Yan: "Oh, f*** my life…"

(End of Chapter)

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