Overbearing Immortal Doctor Chapter 1331 - 1430: Opening the Treasure

Nearly simultaneously, Qin Feng was propelled back seven or eight meters. However, this outcome was far better than being utterly annihilated.

This time, the victory was his.

The singular, true Martial Soul within his being was unleashed to perform the Qinxin Sword Technique. Even a formidable Demon had succumbed to this technique; Xie Zhenshan was certainly no exception.

"Impossible..."

Despite sustaining severe injuries, Xie Zhenshan managed to rise, muttering with eyes wide and bloodshot.

Yet, just as he seemed poised for a final confrontation with the embodiment of death, his face abruptly flushed red, a surge of blood overwhelmed him, and he collapsed once more.

The core of this devastating sword strike resided in two key elements: firstly, its speed, capable of shattering the void; and secondly, the latent Sword Spirit it contained. Had there been nothing to withstand it externally, the Sword Qi alone would have inflicted grievous harm upon his body. More crucial, however, was the tragic fate now befalling Xie Zhenshan.

Even a third of the original sword's power had been insufficient when directed at Qin Feng's person. The remainder was augmented by ordinary spiritual power. Astonishingly, even with this limitation, completely overpowering Xie Zhenshan's most potent and unique move proved to be quite effortless. This fact alone underscored the sheer terror of Xie Zhenshan's aura.

"One more breath!" Qin Feng observed Xie Zhenshan's trembling limbs and then chuckled, "Open your Treasure Vault for me to inspect. Perhaps we can resolve this conflict amicably."

"Will you truly let me go?" Xie Zhenshan inquired, a flicker of hesitation in his gaze as he looked at Qin Feng.

"Perhaps. If you prove unwilling, I don't mind dispatching you and then proceeding to open the Treasure Vault at my leisure," Qin Feng remarked casually, touching his nose.

Upon hearing Qin Feng's words, Xie Zhenshan's expression visibly soured.

Qin Feng was correct. That particular Treasure Vault was not one of the high-tier varieties; it could inevitably be opened, even if it took time.

"Alas," Xie Zhenshan sighed profoundly, his voice heavy, "it holds no real value for me. If you desire it, I shall gladly relinquish it to you!"

"By all means!"

Even Qin Feng found himself taken aback by Xie Zhenshan's sudden shift in demeanor. While the situation was clear-cut, and even if Xie Zhenshan had chosen death over revealing the vault's contents, Qin Feng could have found a way to access it. But for Xie Zhenshan, yielding to the individual responsible for his son's demise and the ruin of his life's work – could it truly be that simple?

As Xie Zhenshan proceeded to unlock the Treasure Vault, this lingering doubt began to dissipate.

Within the vault, there were no dazzling displays or grand spectacles. Instead, approximately a dozen rows of bookshelves stood. Adorning these shelves were pieces of antique porcelain, several weapons of exceptional quality, and various divine skills. In a secluded corner, a scattering of Spirit Stones and other treasures lay in disarray. Collectively, the value of these items likely didn't even amount to half of Qin Feng's current accumulated wealth.

It stood to reason, however. As the esteemed leader of the Xifu Sect, Xie Zhenshan undoubtedly possessed a Space Ring. It would be far more practical to utilize such an item. Establishing a dedicated Treasure Vault for storing valuables might be considered somewhat superfluous.

"These are the secret scrolls and the activation method for the Poison Scripture they delivered. Take them. As for the Spirit Stones and miscellaneous treasures, they are yours for the taking. There are also mid-tier Holy Level skills available!" With fingers that trembled slightly, Xie Zhenshan indicated the area where the Holy Scripture was tightly bound and its activation component lay, letting out a heavy sigh.

Slowly approaching the Poison Scripture and its activation key, Qin Feng stated with a smile, "I intend to return these items to my friend. The rest is of no concern to me."

The Poison Scripture was tightly secured, and the activation key was readily available. Its retrieval was unexpectedly straightforward. As for the witchcraft and poison-related techniques, being at the middle Divine level, they were within Lan Yueliang's capabilities. And concerning Spirit Stones? Qin Feng possessed an almost unimaginable abundance of wealth, where any single item could be exchanged for a considerable number of Spirit Stones.

"Please, grant me my freedom. I am no match for you now. You are so young, yet possess such formidable strength. Your innate talent must be exceptionally high. I will never be your opponent in the future. Allow me to depart!" Xie Zhenshan pleaded, noticing Qin Feng's expression remained utterly unyielding. It was quite unexpected that the former leader of the Xifu Sect would find himself in such a powerless position.

"You have my gratitude, esteemed benefactor. Given your profound kindness, I find myself compelled to ask one further favor." Qin Feng addressed him.

Perceiving Qin Feng's continued silence, Xie Zhenshan hastened to reply, "Brother Jian, is there anything else you require? As long as it is within my capability, I shall fulfill it. I implore you, do not take my life."

Qin Feng gazed at the Poison Scripture and its activation key held within his grasp, unhurriedly stating, "Actually, a question has been lingering in my mind."

"As you yourself stated, the secret scrolls and the activation key for the Poison Scripture hold no utility for you. Yet, why would you have preferred to face death rather than open your Treasure Vault earlier?"

Upon hearing this question, Xie Zhenshan's countenance shifted noticeably.

"Now that the Treasure Vault has been opened, and the Poison Scripture along with its activation key have been handed over to me; any other treasures may be claimed at your discretion, and even the Holy Level skills are yours for the taking. You now wish for me to depart from this place immediately – how does that strike you?"

"Brother Jian, I urge you to reconsider."

"I truly question if this Treasure Vault holds any other secrets," a companion once mused aloud.

Qin Feng let out a cold snort, his fist clenching tightly after a prolonged observation. Despite both parties sustaining severe injuries, Xie Zhenshan's weakened state was evident, and Qin Feng struck him directly.

"I had a feeling something was amiss," Qin Feng stated coldly, his gaze fixed on Xie Zhenshan. Suddenly, shouts from outside reached his ears, causing Qin Feng's nerves to tighten.

"Roar!"

Before Qin Feng could fully process the sound, a powerful gust of wind swept through, and a blood-soaked man materialized within the Treasure Vault. He appeared to be in his thirties, with long hair cascading over his shoulders, and an icy demeanor. The sheer terror he radiated was profoundly unsettling.

"Xie Zhenshan, where is the Treasure Map?" A chilling gaze swept across the chamber, eventually settling on Qin Feng. "And who might you be?"

"King Xing, he is the Sword King! He annihilated all the disciples of the West Law Sect, enraging us. It is him!" Spectacles of hope rekindled in Xie Zhenshan's eyes as he recognized the newcomer, quickly exclaiming the revelation.

"He is deceased, but my primary concern is the Treasure Map. Produce it now," the man drenched in blood exhaled coldly. He advanced towards Xie Zhenshan with measured steps. "Hand over the Treasure Map, and I shall speak to the Sect Leader on your behalf, potentially mitigating the severe repercussions for the Xifu Sect's grievous losses."

"Your kind words are appreciated. The Treasure Map is secured within the Secret Pavilion of this very Treasure Vault," Xie Zhenshan replied, a hint of pleasure in his tone.

In truth, after the Xifu Sect endured such devastating losses, Xie Zhenshan understood that the main Fu Sect would not overlook his culpability. Consequently, he had not presented himself to the Fu Sect for judgment but had instead enlisted the aid of influential figures within the Fu Sect's hierarchy to intercede for him. Xie Zhenshan's ultimate bargaining chip was this invaluable map.

While the Treasure Map was indeed precious, it represented only a fragment of a larger, complete map, rendering it effectively useless on its own. By offering this incomplete map, Xie Zhenshan sought to secure forgiveness from the Fu Sect leader, thereby preserving his esteemed position as the King of the West Gate.

"Xie Zhenshan," Qin Feng spoke with icy disdain, his eyes fixed on the man.

"Hmph, you insignificant brat! You killed my son, slaughtered my clan, and now you intend to hoard the Treasure Map? How amusing, how utterly amusing! Even if I cannot exact my revenge, I will certainly end you!" Xie Zhenshan roared with unbridled fury.

"This is your own path to perdition!" Qin Feng, equally enraged, launched himself directly at Xie Zhenshan.

Confronted by Qin Feng's fearsome onslaught, Xie Zhenshan mustered all his remaining strength to defend himself, simultaneously pleading for aid from the man still stained with blood.

However, the blood-covered man observed the unfolding scene with unwavering coldness from start to finish.

"Ah, ah! You deceive me! Even as a ghost, I shall not forgive you!" Gravely wounded, Xie Zhenshan's rage intensified.

Yet, in the end, under Qin Feng's relentless assault, he succumbed, his final moments filled with unyielding resentment and anger.

"Humph. Hiding the Treasure Map within the Secret Pavilion while feigning loyalty. Let me examine your Space Ring. After treating me with such disrespect, you expected me to save you?" The blood-covered man uttered these words coldly as he watched Xie Zhenshan's lifeless form collapse to the ground.

"Worthless! Merely prolonging his demise. I will have to plead your case before the Instructor. Perhaps then I can avoid facing the Sect Leader's reprimand."

Having dispatched Xie Zhenshan, Qin Feng turned his attention to the blood-covered man. The man's aura felt unnervingly frigid. Qin Feng surmised that the stranger would not stand idly by.