Chapter 102: Night Raid on the Tomb Raiders' Sect
The night in Lu City, like in other cities across China, was dull and lonely.
At the Jinmen Jewelry Center, at the third quarter of the hour of Hai, the atmosphere was even more tedious and desolate.
The center consisted of seven floors: one basement level and six above ground.
The first to third floors above ground were dedicated to jewelry; the fourth and fifth housed antiques, calligraphy, and paintings; the sixth floor contained a large auction hall.
Chu Tianfeng had no interest in ordinary treasures.
His focus was on the basement level—the storage rooms.
Xiyaozi had long since scanned the entire building with her spiritual sense, knowing precisely where treasures were stored and how many guards were stationed.
Disguised once again as a middle-aged man with a black mask, and under Xiyaozi’s guidance, Chu Tianfeng made his way directly to the basement.
There were two storage rooms in the basement: one for jewelry, the other for antiques and calligraphy.
Though he had anticipated it, Chu Tianfeng was still slightly shocked when he forced open the door to the second storage room.
The room was vast, spanning several hundred square meters, with rows upon rows of neatly arranged shelves.
On these shelves lay all manner of treasures—not only antiques and calligraphy but also precious stones and rare woods.
A casual scan of his spiritual sense revealed a soul-nourishing wood, a small piece of obsidian, and some materials used for refining instruments or setting up formations.
The soul-nourishing wood was of little account, but the obsidian was different; it was a key material for forging flying swords!
He had already found two pieces of secret silver and now this obsidian. If he could acquire the Flame Sun Gold, he would be able to forge a flying sword!
Ding-ling-ling!
Almost simultaneously with Chu Tianfeng’s forced entry, the Jinmen Jewelry Center’s alarm blared.
He had no time to be selective; he hastily gathered the soul-nourishing wood and obsidian. As he reached for a large lump of golden sand, a swarm of guards burst into the storage room.
Kill!
Chu Tianfeng swiftly secured the golden sand and unleashed a flurry of ice spikes!
Screams rang out in a chorus!
The guards, possessing low cultivation levels, barely reacted before collapsing one after another.
Xiyaozi cheered and immediately pounced on the fresh corpses.
Chu Tianfeng remained impassive, pressing deeper into the storage.
Zhang Daqian’s paintings? Ignore.
Qi Gong’s calligraphy? Not interested.
Suddenly, his spiritual sense caught sight of a wooden box tucked in a corner. He was stunned.
Spirit stones! A whole box of spirit stones!
At least over a hundred!
Overjoyed, Chu Tianfeng immediately gathered the box carefully into his ring.
With these spirit stones, he believed he could break through to the late Qi refinement stage.
He continued wandering through the storage, collecting even the materials used for forging instruments and setting formations.
Not long after, hurried footsteps sounded at the storage entrance, followed by a sharp command:
“Who’s there?”
The leader was an older man, perhaps in his fifties, with thinning hair and a prominent forehead, bearing a fierce expression. His cultivation was not weak—early innate stage!
Behind him stood a group of black-suited guards, middle-aged and young alike, with varied cultivation levels. They wielded all manner of weapons: machetes, clubs, and even several pistols.
“Ma Shouxin, is it?” Chu Tianfeng leisurely stepped out from behind the shelves.
Judging by his age, appearance, and cultivation, Chu Tianfeng guessed this was Ma Shouxin, Deputy Sect Leader of the Tumulus-Digging Sect.
“Hmph! And who might you be, daring to cause trouble in my Tumulus-Digging Sect?” Ma Shouxin sneered.
“I’m your uncle! Your sect took some things from me; I’m here to collect,” Chu Tianfeng said as he approached Ma Shouxin, subtly forming hand seals.
An early innate cultivator was of no concern to him, and he dismissed the pistols as equally insignificant.
His spiritual sense could extend over thirty meters, encompassing the gunmen. Even if they fired simultaneously, he could easily track the bullets.
“Very well, let’s see what you’re made of!” Ma Shouxin waved at the guards. “No matter if they live or die, capture him!”
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Without a word, Chu Tianfeng unleashed rows of ice spikes.
Seeing this dazzling array of hidden weapons, Ma Shouxin was shocked.
“Fall back!” he shouted, swiftly dodging to the side.
But the guards behind him were less fortunate.
Their cultivation was poor, and they had no time to evade.
Ah! Ah! Ah!
After a series of chilling screams, more than a dozen bodies littered the floor. The gunmen were the first to fall, none escaping.
Such ruthless hidden weapons!
“Who exactly are you?” Ma Shouxin looked at the carnage, cold sweat streaming down his back.
“I told you—I’m your uncle!” Chu Tianfeng chuckled coldly, his hands weaving an endless barrage of ice spikes.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Ma Shouxin was terrified, retreating rapidly.
Ah! Ah! Ah!
Screams echoed again as the remaining guards all fell.
Chu Tianfeng’s figure flashed as he lunged toward Ma Shouxin.
His hands never ceased moving, and the ice spikes never stopped flying.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Terrified, Ma Shouxin could only dodge repeatedly.
The storage was cramped with many shelves, making evasive movement difficult.
Suddenly, a crash!
Ma Shouxin stumbled back into a shelf, toppling it over and staggering.
At that moment, Chu Tianfeng’s ice spikes came hurtling in waves!
“Ah—” Ma Shouxin roared in fury, rolling to the side just in time.
Sizzle, sizzle!
At least three spikes pierced his ribs, blood splattering everywhere.
A faint smile flickered at Chu Tianfeng’s lips as his hands flew again.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Ma Shouxin, unable to check his wounds, rolled with all his might toward the door.
Six meters!
Five meters!
Four meters!
…
With the door so close, Ma Shouxin’s heart raced with hope.
Suddenly, he leapt toward the exit!
However, Chu Tianfeng had anticipated this. Just as Ma Shouxin jumped, a flurry of ice spikes shot forth.
Ah—
Ma Shouxin’s back became riddled like a honeycomb, blood gushing forth!
Chu Tianfeng shrugged and turned away.
Bang!
Behind him, Ma Shouxin maintained his forward stance, then collapsed unwillingly after a few seconds.
He never closed his eyes, unable to fathom that the door was within arm’s reach but forever beyond his grasp!
Satisfied that he had missed nothing in the storage, Chu Tianfeng whistled softly, gathered Xiyaozi, and swiftly headed southward.
Their target: Cao Zhengming’s stronghold—the Jinmen Clubhouse!
One had to admit, Cao Zhengming knew how to enjoy life.
This was the most luxurious clubhouse Chu Tianfeng had ever seen—more a palace than a mere clubhouse.
Rather than a clubhouse, it was better described as a park.
For the clubhouse was built within a park.
At its center stood four ancient-style buildings, each three or four stories tall.
Yet, there were very few people inside—only about thirty in total.
Chu Tianfeng was disappointed; after all, his primary goal was Cao Zhengming, a major force within the Tumulus-Digging Sect.
However, Xiyaozi informed him that no cultivators at the innate stage were present inside the clubhouse, and only five had reached the Qihua stage.
Clearly, Cao Zhengming was not here!
With such weak opposition, Chu Tianfeng abandoned stealth.
“Stop!” Two young guards blocked the entrance to the central building. One shouted upon seeing the masked Chu Tianfeng.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Ice spikes answered him.
The guards had no time to evade and were riddled immediately.
Ah—
Their screams pierced the quiet night like sharp blades.
The clubhouse’s alarm blared loudly.
Chu Tianfeng charged into the main hall, killing anyone in sight.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Ice spikes flew as figures darted about.
Screams echoed continuously.
Soon, a pile of corpses lay across the hall and corridors.
Chu Tianfeng pressed on toward the rear hall.
“Who’s there?” A fierce shout greeted him as he stepped inside.
He briefly scanned with his spiritual sense.
Six people in total: five at the Qihua stage!
One was an old acquaintance—Cao Yuangong, the “number 250” from the Li Family auction!
The one who shouted was Cao Yuangong, though his cultivation was the weakest—peak dark energy stage.
“Number 250, didn’t expect to meet so soon!” Chu Tianfeng smirked.
“Who are you?” Cao Yuangong asked, puzzled.
“The one who’s going to kill you!” Chu Tianfeng raised his hands, sending a volley of ice spikes.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Under the light, the spikes gleamed coldly, raining down on the six.
Ah! Ah! Ah!
Screams rose again.
Cao Yuangong took the brunt of the attack.
With the weakest cultivation, he received the most spikes.
Inevitably, he collapsed, riddled with wounds.
The others fared no better. Though they avoided vital strikes, their injuries were severe.
“You... you dare hurt me! Do you know who I am?” A young man at the early Qihua stage, with a long face and a large black mole by his mouth, snarled.
“I don’t care who the hell you are!” Chu Tianfeng sneered.
He assumed that anyone close to Cao Yuangong at this hour was either Tumulus-Digging Sect or affiliated with it. He was confident he hadn’t mistaken the target.
“Hmph!” The mole-faced youth clutched his chest and struggled to rise. “Listen carefully, I’m Yu Zhiyuan of the Celestial Master Sect. I’ll give you one more chance. If you let me go, I’ll overlook this!”
“Celestial Master Sect?” Chu Tianfeng paused slightly.
He had a grudge with the Celestial Master Sect, and now unexpectedly ran into one of their disciples within the Tumulus-Digging Sect.
“That’s right. My grandfather is Yu Shigui, the leader of the Celestial Master Sect. I advise you to release me,” Yu Zhiyuan swayed and stood unsteadily.
“Fine.” Chu Tianfeng quickly formed hand seals, unleashing yet another barrage of ice spikes.
Even if the opponent was an ordinary disciple of the Celestial Master Sect, Chu Tianfeng would not spare him—especially the grandson of Yu Shigui!
“You—” Yu Zhiyuan’s words were cut off as dozens of spikes pierced his chest.
Ah—
Another heart-wrenching scream filled the air.
“I’m sending you all straight to the gates of Hell!” Chu Tianfeng clapped his hands.