Looking at the collapsed Zhong Xiang, Zhang Chen felt disgusted, yet also quite pleased.
He tortured Zhong Xiang physically; since this guy had an Undying Body and felt neither pain nor itch from it, Zhang Chen resorted to mental attacks.
Zhong Xiang’s wailing filled the stone cave, echoing upward. Zhang Chen inserted a finger into Zhong Xiang’s mouth, poking at his throat, immediately silencing him.
"If you shout again, next time I won’t be poking your throat. Who knows where it’ll be next time." Zhang Chen smiled serenely at Zhong Xiang, his face adorned with a lewd grin.
Zhong Xiang was so furious that he couldn’t speak, closing his eyes in despair, he muttered sadly, "Just kill me."
"If you’re willing to submit to me, I won’t kill you." Zhang Chen said with a chuckle.
"Pah! Dream on! Such wishful thinking!" Zhong Xiang cursed in disgust.
"Oh Xiang Xiang, don’t be so agitated. What’s there that we can’t discuss? It’s just a few pokes; you won’t die, really stingy." Zhang Chen patted Zhong Xiang’s head.
"Take your filthy hands off me." Zhong Xiang felt Zhang Chen’s touch extremely repugnant, making his hair stand on end.
Zhang Chen laughed it off, looking at Zhong Xiang with a playful expression, as an ice knife formed in his hand: "Oh, you actually dare talk to me like that?"
Zhong Xiang shrank into the corner, looking pitifully and helplessly at Zhang Chen: "Please don’t stab me, I’ll... I’ll help you melt the magma, alright?"
In the end, he succumbed and bowed to the evil.
Zhang Chen’s smile turned strange as he replied, "Earlier, you were so arrogant. When I begged you, you didn’t say that. Cut the nonsense, turn your butt around quickly, or I’ll stab your little ’squirm’ directly."
Zhong Xiang’s expression froze on his face, but the next moment he lunged at Zhang Chen, swinging a palm at his head: "I’ll fight you to the death."
Unfortunately, just a meter away from Zhang Chen, and as Zhong Xiang’s fingertips were about to touch Zhang Chen’s clothes, his whole body was instantly frozen by ice.
"Why bother?" Zhang Chen conjured an icy dagger in his hand, slowly moving behind Zhong Xiang, and with just a thought, the ice on Zhong Xiang’s behind melted into water.
Zhang Chen lifted the curtain of ice, gazing at the soft, tender turnip, and pinched it a few times: "Soft and bouncy, like a young maiden, feels pretty good."
While Zhang Chen praised with his mouth, his hands were vicious and relentless, stabbing the icy dagger directly into the tender white turnip.
In the next instant, Zhang Chen was frozen, while flames erupted from Zhong Xiang’s body, and in a flash, the cave erupted with fire again.
The magma kept sinking, and at this moment Zhong Xiang regained his freedom, turned to Zhang Chen and cursed loudly: "Despicable villain, I will never spare you! I’ll fight you to the death!"
Zhong Xiang swam in the magma, lunging at the ice-bound Zhang Chen, ready to fight to the end. But Zhang Chen kicked out with his foot, sending Zhong Xiang flying toward the bottom of the magma pool.
As the magma below continuously melted, and Zhang Chen repeatedly pushed it out, finally by the dawn, Zhang Chen and Zhong Xiang stopped as a bronze stone door blocked their path.
In front of the bronze stone door stood a white Jade Stele, two meters high, with countless cloud symbols engraved on the front, and densely packed small characters on the back.
Zhang Chen broadly surveyed the arrangement before the bronze stone door, his eyes showing a hint of joy, as the arrangement matched that of the True Dragon Tomb layout exactly.
"This must be the entrance to the tomb." Zhang Chen’s eyes gleamed with wild joy upon seeing the bronze stone door, not anticipating that after melting hundreds of meters of the cave overnight, he indeed reached the entrance of the tomb.
"Is this... that Feng Shui Grand Tomb?" The previously despairing Zhong Xiang, upon seeing the bronze door, suddenly became spirited, his heart’s sorrow dissipating significantly.
Then he furtively glanced at Zhang Chen, his heart swelling with pride: "Hmph, I am a favored child of destiny, a darling of the epoch of prosperity. This Feng Shui Grand Tomb emerged in response to my fortune, with all the treasures prepared for me. And you, filthy, vile, squalid man akin to an ant, think you can obtain the mysteries within the tomb? Utterly ignorant. Once I acquire the treasures inside and break your seal, your death will be imminent."
Thinking of this, Zhong Xiang recalled his licked face and lips, and couldn’t help feeling nauseated, hurriedly reaching up to scrub his face vigorously, spitting a few times and wiping his cheeks clean.
Zhang Chen paid no heed to Zhong Xiang’s actions, closely inspecting the bronze door, noticing it identical to the True Dragon Tomb’s bronze door in structure, except the nine lifelike Divine Dragons carved on it.
His gaze swept across the tightly fitted bronze door, pondering whether moisture could seep through the seams.
He turned his attention to the Jade Stele beside it, finding nothing unusual on the front, and then moving to the back where densely packed small characters were written.
Surprisingly, he recognized the script; it was the language taught by the Great Freedom Celestial Demon in the Spiritual World he had just entered.
"The Xia Zhe, daughter of the Great Emperor. Born of the Great Consort, in Zhaoyao Mountain. Zhaoyao Mountain, the emperor’s homeland major ’ape’, imposing over South Mountain, dominating Zhong Mountain, known throughout Central Earth."