Chronicles Of Primordial Wars (Ch. 271-500)

ch. 417-418

Chapter 417

When he arrived at the main hall, Gongjia Heng peered around cautiously. He did not see Shao Xuan. After studying everything carefully, he realised that everything was just as before. The eighteen bronze statues were all standing perfectly still. Everything looked the same and the hidden traps and mechanisms were not triggered. 

Shao Xuan did not step inside at all. Gongjia Heng heaved a sigh of relief though his emotions were in turmoil. 

If it was another person with suspicious intentions, Gongjia Heng would definitely do his best to kill him, relying on the powers within the mountain. However, while Shao Xuan was curious about the Xia arts, he was not greedy. Other people might attempt to force themselves inside while Gongjia Heng was not present. Perhaps even threaten him so he would hand over the treasures. Shao Xuan did not do such a thing. Plus, Shao Xuan had been of great help. Without Shao Xuan, he knew he might not find this place in another twenty years. 

Gongjia Heng would remember this favour. 

However, Shao Xuan was just a peculiar dude. 

Gongjia Heng touched the dense stubble on his cheeks. What happened when Shao Xuan stepped in was still fresh in his mind. That was… terrifying. 

However, as long as Shao Xuan did not force himself inside, Gongjia Heng was still very willing to make friends with him. 

Holding the fish in his hand, Gongjia Heng stood at the door and looked around. There was a crater ten-meter wide before him. It was very shallow, about one-palm deep. However, the entire crater was very smooth like someone had shaved a piece of the earth with a knife. 

This crater had not been here before. This Gongjia Heng was sure because he would definitely remember it. 

When he thought about the earthquake he felt when he was in the mountain, Gongjia Heng panicked again. What the hell happened when he was inside?! 

As he searched for Shao Xuan, Shao Xuan was sleeping on the ground with a white melon as a pillow. 

When he sensed someone approaching, he woke. They were familiar footsteps so he did not attack. 

“You’re out?” Shao Xuan yawned. 

“Must be nice sleeping here? Sweet dreams?” mused Gongjia Heng, seeing Shao Xuan sleeping so soundly. 

“I dreamt of your ancestors,” said Shao Xuan.

“…Hehe.” Gongjia Heng did not take him seriously. He didn’t believe it at all. 

Shao Xuan did not elaborate either. He cut open the melon he had used as a pillow and offered half to Heng. 

“This melon is delicious. Can I take some seeds back and plant them?” 

“You won’t be able to plant them, they only grow here. I heard many people had brought seeds back before. They didn’t even germinate,” said Heng. 

“Then I can only eat them here.” Shao Xuan thought it was a pity. When he saw the fish, he asked, “Where did you get the fish from?”

“There was a pond in the mountain, I got the fish from the pond. We can eat this later.”

Shao Xuan looked at the few fish in Heng’ shand. He hadn’t seen these before, these fish had green stripes on them. Fish would definitely be better than fruits and melons. 

“Finished reading your stuff?” asked Shao Xuan.

“No, I was just about to talk to you about it.” Heng wiped his mouth. “I might stay here for a while. If you can’t stay, you can just return. When I finish learning the skills here, I will look for you at the Flaming Horn tribe. I’ll bring a few weapons I made myself.”