I Refused To Be Reincarnated-Chapter 616: The Tomb

He frowned at the description and last two abilities. Though powerful, he agreed they would fit a tier-six weapon better. Still, the other enchantments were perfect and elevated the targeted affinities to a new level. But he couldn’t help but feel dissatisfied.

"I need the emperor’s technique." His fingers tightened around the smooth wooden hilt. "Make haste, Misha. The hourglass is half empty already, and I want you to stand with me for the last trial." frёewebηovel.cѳm

As he muttered, forty disciples stood before the closed door, blades, spears, and gauntlets glinting in their hands. Qi swirled through their meridians, and their focused frown never left the door.

"I can’t believe we don’t get to witness our seniors complete the trials," one of them whispered, his lips twisted.

"That mage is too cunning, brother. He made them waste half an hour before they understood his plan and spread to take turns in trials." His companion sighed before they grumbled and refocused on their tasks.

Yet, their eyes widened, dread’s icy fingers wrapping around their hearts as the door creaked open slightly.

"He’s coming out!" The core disciples roared in their communication jade slips.

The direct disciples’ urgent voices echoed with the same command a split second later. "Don’t let him escape, but don’t engage in direct battle. I’m rushing back!"

The forty disciples’ eyes narrowed, their muscles tensing and their equipment humming with powers as they prepared for the worst. Yet, they frowned as the door closed without a sound.

What was the mage thinking? He had just thrown his advantage by revealing he had completed the trial.

"Hahaha! He crawled back into his hole after seeing us. What a wimp!"

As the disciples relaxed, space cracked behind them.

Ye Feng and Xian Yunxu emerged, their jaws clenched and a raging fire burning in their eyes. "The others are busy in their trials. Where is the mage?"

Xian Yunxu paled after she heard Adam’s strange behavior. Without wasting a second, she dashed to the door.

"This bastard has a sister. You fools let her in with the last clue needed to inherit the blessed land!"

Ye Feng lunged, catching with her in the blink of an eye. They both kicked the door, the impact sending it crashing on the table.

Splinters flew before their narrowed eyes as a curse left their twisted lips. No Adam, no sister—only a silent room, a ripped golden scroll on the ground and the weight of their failure.

"SHIT!" Xian Yunxu rammed her fist against the wall, dust and soot swirling from its cracks. "Share your clues, Ye Feng!"

Ye Feng frowned. Though as furious as her, they were speaking about a tier nine legacy... Yet, what choice did he have? Adam would claim it if he didn’t share them. That couldn’t happen, even if his origins intrigued him.

His fist trembled before he sighed in resignation and handed his two clues. "We share this place fifty-fifty after killing him."

Xian Yunxu nodded and arranged the clues together.

The ink shifted, drawing a map of the palace and a golden line pointing to the basement.

The next second, space distorted around her fist as she punched the air and roared. "Follow in, bunch of morons. We’ll stop the mage once and for all!"

Two minutes before the ground rumbled under the disciples’ leaps, Adam hugged the air tenderly in front of an ancient tomb.

Xie Lian leaned forward, frowning as he now kissed the air. What rotten luck. Just when she had steeled herself to follow him in the dangerous last trial, he began to act like a madman. She coughed. "Are you alright?"

Adam nodded and nudged the air before her with a bright smile, deepening her confusion.

"This is Misha. I hope you’ll get along well."

"..." Xie Lian placed her palm over his forehead, expecting to feel it burn. Yet the temperature was normal... Was the Misha he always talked about an imaginary friend?

Meanwhile, Adam nodded as if he could hear her. "I don’t know why she’s ignoring you. Strange, she looked excited earlier..." He facepalmed and chuckled. "Oh! I guess we both forgot you’re hiding! Stop using chameleon skin and ultrasounds to speak."

"Ah!" a girl’s voice suddenly echoed. "You know how it’s second nature to me, so I didn’t realise."

Golden hair appeared first before eyes of the same color followed. Delicate lips curled into an amused smile appeared on a charming face as her camouflaged skin returned to a healthy white complexion. An eight-year-old body followed, the same inner disciple robes flapping, while Misha winked at Xie Lian.

"My bad, senior sister. I’m glad to meet you and hope Adam didn’t cause you too much trouble."

Xie Lian’s pupils constricted as she pointed a trembling finger at her. "Are you a mage, too?"

"Hmm?" Misha smiled mysteriously. "That has nothing to do with magic."

Adam rolled his eyes. "Her special physique adapts and allows her to use beast traits. Anyway, our escape won’t remain unnoticed for long. Let’s move."

The muffled noise of his steps against the dust-laden ground echoed as he approached the tomb. He ran a finger on the polished stone as dark as the void, his eyes narrowing. "Is the emperor buried inside?"

He studied the engraved stone tablet but shook his head. "Can you understand this old language, Xie Lian?"

She leaned forward, focusing on the delicate characters. Silence followed for half a minute before she sighed. "I can catch a few words here and there, but not enough to understand what it’s about."

"Tsk. If I had my grimoire Lingua..." He approached the tomb and gripped its lids, determined to know who was inside.

Before he could push, the familiar sound of cracking space and humming life force echoed behind him.

Like a shadow, he moved before the wary girls and snapped his fingers. A protective mana barrier composed of sky-blue interlocking diamond-shaped constructs rose between them.

Simultaneously, Xian Yunxu’s distorted face emerged from the folded space with a roar. "You won’t leave this place alive, bastard!"

An intricate fan decorated with golden dragons whistled in his direction, the sharp edges drawing a silvery line toward his neck.

With a sidestep, he let it brush his hair and lunged like a snake. He gripped her arm, his right foot passing behind hers. Using his short body as leverage, he threw her above his shoulder, smashing her against the ground with a loud "Bam!"

He saw her gasp for air, shock swirling in her eyes as she tried to stand up. But would he let her?

However, before he could neutralise her with a stinging taunt about her carelessness, a purple thunder streak boomed by the corner of his eyes.

Without hesitation, he leapt back—just in time to see the angry arcs enveloping Ye Feng’s scarlet blade.

Landing behind his barrier, a deep furrow creased his brow as he watched the man help Xian Yunxu up, and the forty disciples pass through the cracks to stand behind them.

"I could have died had I not dodged," he said, his voice cold. "Seems like your fleeting glory got into your head, Ye Feng."

This foolish Xian Yunxu had underestimated his physique. He could have killed her with that throw—no, with a snap of his fingers—but pulled back. Yet, that was how they thanked him.

Ye Feng glared at him in response, fiery Qi erupting from his eyes. "I remember now. Eight years ago, a baby wielding magic appeared in the dream place."

Xian Yunxu’s eyes widened. "The one we suspect to be the magus’ pawn?" Her Qi rumbled, space distorting around her. "In Prometheus’ heroic name, we can’t let him live!"

Adam rolled his eyes. "Are the two of you crazy pigs?"

However, his words met a deaf wall as they lunged like two incarnations of wrath and roared their commands. "Whoever kills him gets to keep a technique from the palace’s library and a weapon from the armory!"

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