Volume One: Storms in the Small Town Chapter 40: Entering the Dragon Burial Abyss

Dragon Burial Abyss, one of the four forbidden grounds on the Immortal Cultivation Continent, harbors countless heavenly treasures that ignite endless fantasies among cultivators. Yet, the presence of chaotic spatial currents keeps them at bay.

Now, the once-in-a-century divine opportunity draws near. An endless stream of cultivators gather, waiting for the moment the Dragon Burial Abyss opens, ready to surge inside.

Cultivators contend with heaven, earth, and each other. Even knowing the dangers within, even knowing that stepping inside might mean never returning, none shrink back.

On this day, in a deserted hill near the Dragon Burial Abyss, Zhang Heng and his disciple Du Gu Bai, as well as Qian Muyun and her disciple, arrive together.

(Why are you all paired up, while I am alone? Should I find myself a female disciple?) Zhang Heng mused.

Turning around, Zhang Heng addressed the other four with utmost seriousness. “Senior Du Gu, Sister Muyun, Miss Qingxue, and Miss Yan—once we enter, no matter what happens, you must follow my instructions. The spatial currents have not yet faded; a single misstep could sweep you away.”

“Though I have a map of the Dragon Burial Abyss, if you’re caught in the spatial currents, I won’t be able to pull you back. You must listen to me. Understood?”

“Alright, got it,” Qian Muyun replied for once with uncharacteristic solemnity.

The other three nodded their agreement.

Though they didn’t know why Zhang Heng chose not to wait for the spatial currents to disappear before entering, they trusted him and asked no more.

“Good.” Seeing their assent, Zhang Heng turned, his gaze deep as he stared at the Dragon Burial Abyss.

Life or death, ordinary fate or defying destiny.

Super Leg System, everything depends on you now—don’t let me down. There doesn’t seem to be a protagonist who’s been tricked to death by their system; I shouldn’t be that unlucky, Zhang Heng encouraged himself silently.

“Let’s go in, then.” With a determined smile, Zhang Heng said.

He pointed in a direction and spoke calmly, “Sister Muyun, two kilometers that way—let’s begin traversing.”

The arrow has left the string; it cannot be recalled.

Upon hearing this, Qian Muyun raised her hand. Spatial suction emerged once more.

Moments later, they stepped out of the void, already inside the Dragon Burial Abyss.

Nothing seemed extraordinary. Apart from thick fog, everything here was indistinguishable from the mountain forests outside.

Seeing no spatial currents, the five relaxed a little. It seemed Zhang Heng indeed knew the way.

Meanwhile, Zhang Heng was inwardly praising his system—magnificent, long live the system.

Spatial currents cannot be seen or touched. After countless predecessors sacrificed themselves, frantically testing with their lives, everyone on the Immortal Cultivation Continent knows: spatial currents are scattered throughout the Dragon Burial Abyss, and every hundred years they vanish for a month, after which they return.

Following the route provided by the system, Zhang Heng led the four deeper inside.

They not only had to evade spatial currents but also avoid encountering spirit beasts as much as possible. Though Qian Muyun and her disciple were formidable, in a forbidden ground, it was best not to fight unless necessary.

Having walked for a long while without encountering any spatial currents, the five were at ease.

System, could you help me gather as many spirit herbs as possible while ensuring our safety?

Having finally arrived in this place full of spiritual materials and medicines, Zhang Heng would not miss the opportunity.

With such a powerful system, it shouldn’t be a problem, right?

Ding. Yes. Detecting that the host is destitute, this system has mapped out the optimal route for gathering resources.

So attentive—no wonder it’s tailor-made for me, Zhang Heng thought.

The system was right; he really was penniless.

Ding. Six hundred meters ahead to the left lies a six-hundred-year-old Heart Cleansing Herb. Recommend host to harvest.

Regarding the naming, Zhang Heng was numb by now. It must be the main ingredient for refining Heart Cleansing Pills.

“Sister Muyun, under the tree ahead there’s a Heart Cleansing Herb. Would you kindly fetch it for me?” Zhang Heng said to Qian Muyun.

He had to declare ownership, or else Qian Muyun might take it for herself.

Qian Muyun extended her spiritual perception and indeed found a high-grade spirit herb. With a gesture, the herb landed in her hand.

After tossing it to Zhang Heng, Qian Muyun remarked, “Little brother Zhang Heng, not bad. You seem quite familiar with the Dragon Burial Abyss.”

In the eyes of the four, Zhang Heng possessed the map and must have entered many times before.

This was infuriating. The Dragon Burial Abyss, feared by all, and you treat it as your backyard?

“Of course, Sister Muyun, Senior Du Gu. On the entire Immortal Cultivation Continent, I’m not the top in cultivation, but when it comes to knowledge of the Dragon Burial Abyss, if I claim second, no one would dare claim first,” Zhang Heng boasted.

Having realized the system’s capabilities, Zhang Heng lamented how different it was to be a transmigrator.

He truly wished he could hide here forever, munching spirit herbs daily and leveling up, only emerging to show off once invincible.

Seeing Zhang Heng’s familiarity, the four finally relaxed, following him to wander through the forbidden ground.

If outsiders saw this scene, they’d probably die of rage on the spot.

Even after the spatial currents vanish, most only dare search the outskirts, never venturing deeper.

“Senior Du Gu, that Dragon Vine Tree is five thousand years old. Its essence is concentrated in the lower left root—forge it into a sword, and it’ll be stronger than high-grade spirit swords.”

“Sister Muyun, that fruit is wonderful for beautification. Would you like it?”

“This Crane Grass is useless to you all. Sister Murong, would you kindly collect it for me?”

Along the way, Zhang Heng acted like an encyclopedia, guiding the four in harvesting spirit herbs. Though he occasionally shared some with them, most ended up in Zhang Heng’s own pocket.

The treasures on Zhang Heng grew increasingly numerous—and increasingly heavy.

At last, after gathering a sizable haul, Zhang Heng shamelessly spoke up.

“Sister Muyun, could you lend me a space ring? I can’t carry all these spirit items,” Zhang Heng pleaded, pitifully shaking the myriad spirit items hanging off him as he addressed Qian Muyun.

At this, Qian Muyun’s displeasure surfaced. “Little brother Zhang Heng, you’ve taken all the good stuff, while I barely got anything. And you still dare ask me for a storage ring?”

“Sister Muyun, Senior Du Gu, you are peerless experts. Most of these items are useless to you—the true treasures lie deeper inside,”

Seeing the experts unhappy, Zhang Heng hastily explained.

For Zhang Heng, these were already priceless treasures. The spirit herbs with overwhelming spiritual energy were beyond his current use.

He’d simply take them to find two rare herbs later as compensation, Zhang Heng thought.

Hearing this, Qian Muyun’s mood brightened. Though the items were nice, they were indeed of little use to her.

“Take it. I’ll lend it to you for now. If you want to keep it, trade me a ten-thousand-year-old spirit herb,” Qian Muyun said with a triumphant smile.

A spirit herb of ten thousand years? That would be worth thousands of rings, at least.

How ruthless.