Chapter 113: Like Corpse or Like Ghost? (1/2)

“Oh, right, the North Extinction Coffin!” Reminded of his purpose, Lu Yun struggled to get to his feet, but was still too weak. “Go back for now, Feinie, Aoxue.”

“Understood.” The two envoys returned to the Gates of the Abyss, leaving no trace in the world thanks to the vitality-disguising talismans Xuanxi had refined.

“Why’d you dismiss them?” Qing Han helped Lu Yun up.

“That old turtle is watching us.” Lu Yun snorted. “Heh heh, it destroyed my formation disk, but didn’t stop and wonder why it was so easy to destroy.”

The formation disk had been Feinie’s handiwork. It appeared to be a teleportation formation, but hidden within was an ingenious surveillance formation. The destruction of the disk was the catalyst to releasing the surveillance formation, allowing Lu Yun to keep an eye on the juba.

“It’s watching us?” Qing Han froze. He’d turned back into his real self in the dark!

“It’s sensing the fluctuations in our life energy through a special detection method.” The darkness prevented Lu Yun from seeing Qing Han’s expression, so he didn’t notice the young man’s unusual reaction and continued on, “If it could see underground, it would’ve known there’s a great tomb here. It must know about the rimesnake king, but not the tomb or the treasure the snake was defending.”

He made a thoughtful noise. “I told Aoxue to go back so the old turtle will doubt itself. It can’t see what’s going on, so it’ll refrain from doing anything reckless.”

The juba had arrived in the Skandha Range at least ten thousand years ago, which gave it more than enough time to study the place and discover ways to activate some of the underlying formations. It must’ve been the one that’d activated the Big Dipper Formation just now.

Although the formation had dissipated, there were still dangers in the Skandha Extinction Tomb.

“I’ll need you to support me,” Lun Yun huffed. “The coffin is nine hundred meters away on our left.”

Blushing, Qing Han bent down. “I’ll carry you.”

“You, carry me?” Lu Yun started.

“What, you carried me once,” Qing Han said, feigning nonchalance. “Why can’t I do the same for you?”

“Alright. I need to recover my strength and energy anyway.” Even with the pills he’d consumed, he needed time to recover. However, the Skandha Extinction Tomb was extremely dangerous; the North Tomb especially so. The longer they lingered, the more dangerous it would become. They couldn’t just sit here and rest.

Thus, he accepted the offer and rested lightly on Qing Han’s back. A comforting fragrance welcomed him and relaxed his nerves.

“Jealous, aren’t you?” He said proudly at Qing Han’s ear.

“Of what?” The Qing scion wasn’t following.

“Of my toned body!” Lu Yun sounded pleased with himself. “I worked out hard after returning to Dusk City. Although I still have a long way to go, my physical strength has tripled! I told you to train up when you could, but you’re still so soft.” He made a round of assessment as he poked and prodded Qing Han’s soft body. He was exhausted, but not completely immobile. The pills had come into effect and were slowly replenishing his stamina.

...don’t kill him.

Qing Han’s face flamed red, but he had to admit he didn’t hate the touches.