Doomsday: I Can Get a Hint-Chapter 339 - 234: Coffin

"Hoo~~"

Outside the Main Palace, Wang Hao stood up.

The power of the Purple Gold Pill quickly dissolved under the catalysis of spiritual power, and his injuries had basically completely healed.

The spiritual power in his body was also rapidly replenished.

The energy of the Purple Gold Pill further refined his body.

At this moment, Wang Hao not only regained his peak strength but even advanced further.

"Fortunately, I have the Purple Gold Pill; otherwise, it might have been dangerous this time."

Wang Hao pulled out his disciple token.

On Maoshan, they were not the only ones.

There were other superpower users, but people from the Third Settlement Camp had not even arrived yet.

If he were in a critically injured and dying state, others wouldn’t mind taking action against him.

After all, he had quite a few good things on him.

"Ji Aimin!"

A cold glint flashed in Wang Hao’s eyes.

He had already guessed who the mastermind behind this was.

The City Lord of the First Settlement Camp! Ji Aimin!

Otherwise, no one could have such influence, ordering the Ghost Warrior trio, and even connecting with the Second Settlement Camp.

Flame Man must have made some kind of deal with him.

Originally, he had no interest in the struggle between Chen Tianlei and Ji Aimin.

The intrigue in the official circles, he was too lazy to bother with.

But since Ji Aimin targeted him, he definitely had to settle this score.

"Now, let me see the opportunity of Maoshan."

Without hesitation, Wang Hao crushed the disciple token.

It was unclear if Ghost Warrior and others were dead or not.

In any case, he had to go and check it out.

Now that his strength had fully recovered, and even further enhanced.

If those few people were still alive, encountering them would mean eliminating them to avoid future troubles.

After a dizzying swirl, Wang Hao opened his eyes.

"This is..."

He looked around, seeming to be in a secret chamber.

Soon, his gaze fixed on a crystal sarcophagus not far away.

It was hard not to notice; it was too striking.

Suspended above the sarcophagus was a golden light cluster, with golden rays spilling over, making the sarcophagus exceptionally eye-catching in this dark environment.

Narrowing his eyes, Wang Hao noticed that someone seemed to be lying in the sarcophagus.

Adorned as a Daoist, with a lifelike face, as if they hadn’t died long ago, yet the place beyond the golden light was already laden with dust.

This sarcophagus had probably been here for many years.

"Junior Wang Hao, who has inadvertently entered this place and disturbed the immortal’s slumber, I implore your forgiveness."

Wang Hao bowed to the sarcophagus in respect.

Courtesy never offends anyone!

This place was too eerie.

Now that the cultivators, demon realm, and all have emerged, it’s plausible for a zombie, right?

If this thing resurrects, it wouldn’t be comparable to a mere zombie.

A Daoist turning into a zombie is no small matter!

"It’s okay! It was I who guided you here, if anyone should apologize, it should be me apologizing to you."

A voice slowly sounded in Wang Hao’s ear.

"Oh! Is that so? Then no..."

Halfway through his words, Wang Hao’s face suddenly froze, and a drop of cold sweat trickled down from his forehead.

"Who! Who’s speaking?"

He pulled out the dagger from his waist, assuming a defensive stance, and looked around warily.

"Am I not right in front of you?"

The voice sounded again: "I’m the one lying in the coffin."

"Damn!"

Frightened, Wang Hao retreated repeatedly, stopping only when he hit the wall:

"Are you human or ghost?"

"Heh, as a cultivator, are you really afraid of ghosts?"

The old Daoist found it somewhat amusing.

"Uh...."

Wang Hao was momentarily at a loss for words.

Cultivators are meant to subdue demons and monsters; they’re the nemesis of monsters and ghosts. Really speaking, they should fear him.

With this bit of reassurance, Wang Hao calmed down.

This "corpse" is probably the survivor from the Dark Age Chen Yueling mentioned?

Bringing him here didn’t seem to have any malicious intent.

"Senior, may I know why you brought me here?"

Wang Hao remained fully alert.

This Daoist was quite mysterious, and although he wasn’t worried about being possessed with a golden bell protecting him.

He feared a direct confrontation.

The golden light above the sarcophagus didn’t look ordinary.

It was probably a secret treasure of Maoshan.

Now that his Blade of Plunder had exhausted its energy.

He no longer had any trump cards.

If a fight broke out, he, just a novice cultivator, wouldn’t likely be a match for such an old hand.

"Unexpectedly, in this era, there’s already a cultivator, and your strength is not bad; little fellow, who is your master?"

The old Daoist asked curiously.

"Master?"

Wang Hao furrowed his brows, then shook his head and said:

"I don’t have a master. My cultivation is the result of chance after the apocalypse."

"Oh?"

The old Daoist’s voice carried a hint of surprise.

After a long silence, he spoke softly:

"Hmm! Chaos has already descended, producing all sorts of opportunities. Talents like you will appear as abundantly as bamboo shoots after the rain.

Since you have no sect, would you be willing to join my Mao Mountain Shangqing Sect?"

Though he tried to conceal his emotions, Wang Hao still picked up a slight tremor in his voice.

The old Daoist refrained from asking about Wang Hao’s encounter.

This is an unspoken rule among cultivators; even in civilized society, prying into someone’s privacy could cause displeasure.

Some people just want to know how much others have, even going to great lengths to learn how they earned it.