Chapter 162: Secrets at the Bottom of the Pit

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Chapter 162 of "Urban Extraordinary Immortal Doctor" opens revealing the plot: Chapter 162: Chapter 162: Secrets at the Bottom of the PitFang Bai could determine that... Discover what happens!

Chapter 162: Chapter 162: Secrets at the Bottom of the PitFang Bai could determine that the immense Heavenly Pit had appeared only after the tremor occurred, yet what puzzled him was the sight of those martial artists, each fully prepared as if they had anticipated something beforehand. Upon reflection, Fang Bai considered that perhaps some martial artists had often frequented this mountainous area, sensed the dense Essence Energy here, and deduced that treasures might be hidden, thus having readied themselves for exploration early on. Although Fang Bai had also been cultivating in the mountains for a long time, he had never ventured deep into the hinterlands, so he was clueless about any abnormalities before the Heavenly Pit emerged. Had it not been for the slight tremor earlier that attracted Fang Bai, he would have missed the opportunity to participate in the competition for the treasure. With someone taking the lead to enter the Heavenly Pit, others, fearing they’d fall behind, followed suit in succession. In a brief moment, dozens of martial artists had vanished from the edge of the Heavenly Pit, descending toward its bottom to search. Fang Bai surveyed from the bushes for a short while, ensuring no other martial artists were approaching, before he finally let down his guard and used his movement technique to reach the edge of the pit. He glanced down and couldn’t help but suck in a breath of cold air. The Heavenly Pit was like a bottomless hole, and although sunlight reached it, the place became pitch black after descending several dozen meters, obscuring any view of its depths, leaving its true depth unknown. Fang Bai pricked up his ears and listened intently, but could hear no activity from the bottom of the pit. Clearly, the dozens of martial artists who had gone down earlier were now beyond the range of Fang Bai’s senses. This discovery left Fang Bai astonished; with his current hearing ability, no rustling of grass within two to three hundred meters could escape his ears. Could it be that the depth of the Heavenly Pit exceeded two to three hundred meters? Unfamiliar with the conditions at the bottom of the pit, Fang Bai didn’t dare to descend rashly, so he waited patiently outside. Only when the sun had set and the sky had dimmed did Fang Bai, who had been guarding the edge, start to hear some noise, likely from those martial artists climbing back up. This time, Fang Bai didn’t retreat far, but instead hid in a patch of bushes a hundred meters away, thinking that as long as he was cautious, he wouldn’t be discovered. And even if he was, no one could catch up with him if he chose to run. Before long, shadows leapt up from the pit, the very martial artists who had descended earlier. What surprised Fang Bai was that while there were sixty to seventy people who went down, only thirty to forty came back up, and half of them bore wounds and bloodstains, while the rest were also in disarray and looked quite wretched. Seeing this, Fang Bai deduced that those martial artists had gone through a fierce battle at the bottom of the Heavenly Pit. As for who their opponents were, Fang Bai was uncertain, but it certainly didn’t look like infighting had occurred. Fang Bai pondered and felt that those martial artists must have encountered an extremely precious treasure at the bottom of the pit. This was because precious treasures were usually guarded by spirit beasts. The more valuable the treasure, the more formidable the spirit beast guarding it. Perhaps those martial artists had clashed with the spirit beast guarding the treasure and suffered heavy losses, returning without success. At this thought, Fang Bai was both delighted and concerned. Delighted because those martial artists hadn’t obtained the treasure, meaning he still had a chance. Concerned because if those martial artists couldn’t overcome the guardian spirit beast together, his hope of braving it alone was even slimmer. "Damn it, thought there’d be some treasure down there, but it turned out to be just a broken cauldron, causing me to make a wasted trip and even get injured!" "Your injuries are still okay; my neck was almost bitten off!" "That Lightning Mink was really damn powerful! Its attack power is a bit stronger than a high rank Profound Level martial artist, and its speed is astonishingly fast!" "Alas, we didn’t manage to get anything this time, and our losses are severe! It’s going to be a huge joke when word gets out!" "Six of us from ’Misty Rain Tower’ came, and now only I and Junior Brother Yu are left! Damn it, an unavenged insult is not a gentleman’s deed, we must catch that Lightning Mink and skin it alive!" "If we could make that Lightning Mink our pet, it would be an enormous boost to our strength!" S~eaʀᴄh the Nôvel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. "Dream on, that Lightning Mink is even slightly stronger than you, Taoist Qingling. Do you really think you can tame it?" "I think there’s something unusual about that cauldron... Otherwise, why would there be such a powerful Lightning Mink guarding it?" "Regardless of whether it’s a treasure or not, I’m not planning to go down there again. Whoever wants to go can go!" "Let’s do this: we’ll leave some people here to guard the place, while the rest of us retreat and call for more allies to come and explore again." "That’s the only way..." The martial artists who had climbed up from the Heavenly Pit gathered around its edge, some healing and regulating their breath, others speaking in low tones. Seeing that it had turned dark, they left four Yellow Level High Rank Martial Artists to guard the pit while the others departed the way they had come. Hidden in the grass a hundred meters away, Fang Bai overheard all of their conversation. When he heard them mention the "broken cauldron" and the "Lightning Mink," Fang Bai felt a stirring in his heart. If the Essence Energy of this mountain region was emanating from that cauldron, then it was definitely a very powerful Spiritual Artifact. In the world Fang Bai had been reborn from, cauldrons were usually used for two purposes, as a Spiritual Artifact for attack and defense, and for concocting Elixirs. No matter the use, as long as it was a Spiritual Artifact, Fang Bai would find a way to make it his own. There was no helping it, who could blame him when Cultivation Resources in this world were so extremely scarce? Even the Red Essence Stones, which Fang Bai wouldn’t have even glanced at in his previous life, were now treated as rare treasures here. After watching the gang of martial artists disappear from sight, Fang Bai picked up a handful of dust and smeared it across his face as a simple disguise. Then he rose from the grass and walked casually towards the edge of the Heavenly Pit. Fang Bai decided to descend into the bottom of the Heavenly Pit himself to have a look, even though those martial artists had spoken highly of the Lightning Mink down there, he felt confident in his ability to protect himself. As for the four Yellow Level High Rank Martial Artists left to guard the edge of the Heavenly Pit, Fang Bai didn’t consider them a threat at all. "Who goes there?" As soon as Fang Bai appeared, the four guarding martial artists spotted him. They stood side by side, watching Fang Bai with a vigilant expression. Now that the sky was completely dark, and with Fang Bai’s face smeared with dust, even though the moon and stars shone brightly, the four martial artists couldn’t make out Fang Bai’s true appearance. Fang Bai didn’t even bother with them and walked straight to the edge of the pit, peered down, then kicked a stone into the pit and listened intently for any sound. A moment later, he heard the faint noise of the stone hitting the bottom, and Fang Bai’s expression turned grave as he muttered to himself, "The depth is definitely over three hundred meters, almost four or five hundred meters..." "Damn it, are you deaf? Didn’t you hear us asking you a question?" The four Yellow Level High Rank Martial Artists, seeing Fang Bai completely ignore them as if they were thin air, were infuriated and surrounded him, cursing and swearing.

Chapter 162: Secrets at the Bottom of the Pit

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