I, a cultivator, have ended up in the world of tomb raiding.

The terrain around Ping Mountain is treacherous, and the two bandits sent to contact Chen Yulou on the mountain would not be able to complete the round trip in a short time.

The group found a dry, flat spot at the foot of the mountain and lay down or sat to rest and rejuvenate.

Those who couldn't sleep would gather together and engage in lively discussions.

Recalling their past adventures in tomb raiding, they became incredibly boisterous and excited.

Li Yue remained seated alone on the outer side of the crowd, glancing down at the angry-eyed rooster in the bamboo basket beside him.

The rooster had just swallowed several poisonous insects and was full of energy, showing no signs of sleepiness.

Those round, yellowish eyes darted around incessantly, and its paws paced back and forth inside the narrow bamboo basket.

It flapped its wings every now and then, clearly wanting to go out for a stroll.

Li Yue had just witnessed the spirit bird's eyes turn slightly red, and upon seeing its enemy, it ignored everything and pounced straight at him.

Driven entirely by a ferocious instinct, he charged recklessly, when suddenly an idea popped into his head.

Although the Angry-Eyed Chicken is a spirit bird, many of its characteristics are very similar to those of ordinary chickens, and it is too straightforward.

Once the idea arises, act on it.

When hungry, it pecks; when angry, it pounces; when in danger, it flees. It knows not a trace of forbearance or tact.

Every move they make is driven by instinct and nature, without any restraint.

Such a temperament, while fearless in the face of the enemy, also makes one easily lured into traps. Despite possessing brute strength and ferocity, one is ultimately unlikely to achieve great things.

"Ping Mountain is teeming with poisonous insects, so this is a good opportunity to temper its nature."

After thinking about this matter, he closed his eyes again to concentrate and regulate his breathing.

Hong Guniang was bored, and seeing that Li Yue wanted to step forward and continue the conversation that hadn't been finished.

It was clear that his closed-eye silence and aloof demeanor left no choice but to give up for the time being.

After everyone waited patiently for a long time, the sound of a large group of people moving along the mountain path finally came.

Chen Yulou, the leader of the Unloading Ridge faction, and Luo Laowai, the warlord leader, finally led their men to Shanyin.

Once the group met up and shared their findings, they entered the tunnel together again.

Head to see the palace complex nestled inside the mountain.

Chen Yulou, Luo Laowai, and the others were also seeing such a magnificent palace for the first time, and they all stared in disbelief.

Even with their large appetites, they never expected such a vast underworld palace, with an inexhaustible supply of ancient lamps alone.

I couldn't contain my overwhelming joy.

Don't underestimate Ping Mountain just because it's a small place.

But this palace hidden in the mountain is like a fairyland on earth.

Compared to those world-famous Buddhist and Taoist palaces, its magnificence is even greater.

It truly lives up to its name as "a reflection of the mortal world, a realm of illusion," for the treasures within must be inexhaustible.

Luo Laowai was so excited watching that his mouth went dry. He reached up and used the butt of his gun to adjust the brim of his hat, and exclaimed with delight:

"Boss Chen, what are we waiting for? Let the brothers rush in, carry what they can, and loot this underground palace as soon as possible!"

Some of the engineers behind them also looked anxious, behaving like bandits rushing to smash the kiln and rob the treasure.

Having suffered two defeats at Ping Mountain, Chen Yulou had learned a profound lesson and dared not act rashly again.

The underground palace in the mountain is magnificent and does not seem like an empty tomb, but there is still a fear of traps and mechanisms.

He then ordered engineers to drive chickens to open the palace and scout the way, and sent others to build bridges and widen the tunnels in preparation for transporting the treasure.

Luo Laowai, who only had one eye left and whose arrow wound had not yet healed, ordered him to lead troops to guard the road and clear the way to prevent the soldiers from mutinying.

Only after confirming that the scouting party had made no unusual moves did Chen Yulou put on his veil and lead the group to drive away the chickens.

The bandits, all veiled in black, carried lanterns and torches, and carried centipedes hanging from the mountain ladder.

At the leader's command, hundreds of people drove countless chickens and poultry into the main hall, shouting in unison.

A group of ruthless bandits herded chickens into the tomb, turning the once grand Yuan Dynasty palace into a rural chicken farm.

Li Yue stood to the side, watching this comical scene, and couldn't help but twitch his lips slightly.

This kind of grand-scale tomb raiding operation, as if they wanted the whole world to know about it, was truly impressive.

In the whole world, only the bandit gang of Xieling could do such a thing.

These soldiers of Tianluo Laowai have been ransacking the countryside for days, looting all the chickens and poultry within a ten-mile radius.

Another large number of roosters, old and young, were forcibly conscripted from Xiangyin and herded into Pingshan in a chaotic manner, with some hens mixed in as well.

Upon entering the underground palace, the chickens scattered and began fighting amongst themselves for mates, resulting in feathers falling and blood flowing.

Upon seeing the centipede in the hall, it seemed to awaken its bloodline and immediately pounced on it madly.

With sharp claws pressing down on their bodies and sharp beaks pecking fiercely, thousands of centipedes died in an instant.

However, Ping Mountain is filled with yin energy and is rich in medicinal herbs, so there are also many large and highly venomous centipedes in the underground palace.

Especially those colorful old centipedes are exceptionally fierce.

Initially intimidated by the flock of chickens, they fled, but when cornered, they launched a frenzied counterattack, swarming out from between the stone crevices and pillars.

Several birds surrounded a chicken, using their numerical advantage to entangle and poison it.

The hall was littered with corpses, and chickens and centipedes fought to the death, their murderous aura causing the lamplight to flicker.

Such a horrific scene terrified even the fierce bandits and veterans of the Unloading Ridge Army; many of them turned pale and their legs trembled slightly.

Even Chen Yulou looked regretful, clearly regretting that he hadn't brought enough roosters.

Everyone was stunned and stood frozen in the hall, not daring to make any rash moves.

Li Yue stood quietly to the side, watching the Angry Sun Chicken beside him, its feathers already bristling and its comb turning bright red, staring intently at the scene of battle ahead.

This rooster is a phoenix among chickens, far larger than its kind, and its aura is even more imposing.

Since subduing it, Li Yue has separated a wisp of his divine consciousness and attached it to it.

We have been secretly suppressing it to prevent it from launching a rash attack.

It wasn't that he was cold-blooded, but rather that he wanted to train this angry-looking chicken.

The Beast Taming Manual states:

Animals have a natural instinct: they become agitated when faced with enemies, go berserk when they see foes, and become chaotic when enraged, but are easily controlled when in chaos.

The Angry Sun Chicken was kept in a mountain villager's home for six years. Although it is a spirit bird, it also has the straightforward temperament of domestic fowl, acting entirely on instinct and lacking the ability to be patient.

Li Yue wanted more than just a fierce chicken that could kill poisonous insects.

Rather, it is a spirit bird that can conceal its sharpness, store up its strength, and remain silent in the face of rage.

The reason for holding it still at this moment is to wear down the Angry Rooster's restlessness, while also accumulating its rage.

Seeing its kind fighting a bloody battle with the centipede, the Angry-Eyed Chicken was already itching to join in.

It flapped its wings several times, trying to break free, but Li Yue held it down with his divine sense each time.

She could only look up at him anxiously, chuckling softly.

Seeing that the ordinary chickens and poultry were gradually losing ground and being bitten and poisoned more and more, Li Yue knew that the time was almost right.

Excessive anger can actually make one's animalistic nature unruly and difficult to tame.

As soon as he released the divine sense restriction, before he could even give the order, the Angry Rooster, which had been holding back for so long, flapped its wings and took to the air.

At the same time, a high-pitched, angry cry suddenly exploded, the sound instantly echoing throughout the entire hall.

Upon hearing the phoenix's cry, the centipedes that were desperately fighting back trembled violently, as if struck by lightning, their souls leaving them numb and their limbs stiff.

The insects that had been clinging to the pillars and stones all fell to the ground, limp and twitching, utterly powerless to resist.

They were swarmed by nearby roosters and pecked to death.

Seeing the Angry Rooster flying and squawking so impatiently, Li Yue sighed softly, knowing that he had to proceed step by step and couldn't rush it.

This Angry Rooster was at the age of six years, when its intelligence was just beginning to develop and its ferocity was at its peak.

The reason he was able to endure for so long was partly due to the suppression of his divine sense.

Secondly, the previously ingested phytomedicine had a gentle effect on the mind and stabilized the dry blood.

Otherwise, they would have been unable to restrain themselves long ago.

Once released from its captivity, the Angry Rooster unleashed its full power, its colorful feathers fluttering and its golden claws like hooks. It swooped down from mid-air, and wherever it passed, the centipede swarms fled like a tidal wave.

With a single peck, it kills one insect; with a sweep of its claws, several fly away. With a mighty cry, a large number of poisonous insects are rendered lifeless. Its ferocity is unparalleled, and it is invincible.

The surviving centipedes were terrified and scurried into the deepest crevices in the rocks, not even daring to turn back.