One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

"Full speed ahead! We absolutely cannot let them encounter the Longevity Elixir first!"

And so.

In this dark underground cave.

A thrilling yet absurd "free climbing rally" has officially begun.

Everyone here is a top expert, and no one wants to fall behind even a step.

Zhang Chulan was hanging a hundred meters high, climbing up with a whooshing sound.

Suddenly I felt a gust of wind coming from under my feet.

I looked down.

William was approaching from below, his blue eyes blazing with fury.

The muddy glove was about to grab Zhang Chulan's ankle.

"Wow! Brother William, you're pretty fast!"

Zhang Chulan wasn't flustered at all; in fact, he even kicked his legs down in a rather cheeky manner.

"But buddy, this rock face is very slippery, you'd better hold on tight. If you fall, your clothes won't be able to function as a parachute."

As he was speaking, Zhang Chulan "accidentally" slipped.

"Splash!"

A piece of gravel the size of a fist hit William squarely on the forehead.

"You son of a bitch... Zhang Chulan!!"

William was hit so hard that his vision went black and he almost lost his grip and fell.

He tilted his head back, and in a fit of rage, he unleashed a long string of West Coast curses.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry! It was a complete accident!"

Zhang Chulan offered a half-hearted apology, then used his hands and feet to leap another three or four meters upwards, completely widening the gap between them.

"Brother, you can keep eating dust down there. I'm going first!"

Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing, who were behind them, were amazed by the open and covert struggle between the two.

"That bastard Zhang has truly taken the concept of harming others for personal gain to the extreme."

Wang Ye shook his head, his feet moving with Tai Chi energy, his body rising steadily upwards like a cloud.

……

This vertical marathon lasted for nearly an hour.

As the altitude increases, the surrounding air becomes thinner and thinner, but the temperature tends to rise instead.

The most agonizing thing was that the dazzling golden light emanating from the altar above was becoming increasingly blinding.

"Phew...we're here!"

Zhang Chulan was the first to grab onto the railing at the edge of the altar.

With a burst of strength in his arms, he flipped himself up like a mud-covered monkey.

He collapsed onto the smooth, polished jade floor, panting heavily.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Ye, Zhang Lingyu, and others also climbed up one after another.

"boom!"

William led the American team, covered in dust and dirt, as they climbed up.

They were all exhausted, staring intently at the Chinese team, their eyes full of wariness.

however.

The moment everyone stood up straight, calmed their breathing, and looked up at the center of the altar.

The hostility, vigilance, and scheming between the two teams.

At this moment, everything seemed to be paused by some mysterious force.

The entire top of the altar was deathly silent.

There is no complex palace maze here as one might imagine.

This is a very spacious, flat, circular white jade platform.

There were no obstructions around.

And at the very center of the platform.

A huge throne with an ancient shape and covered with the marks of time stands there.

And four enormous bronze coffins.

The back of the throne is carved with intricate totems, exuding a grandeur and majesty that seems out of place in this era.

But what truly captivated everyone's attention, even making them hold their breath?

It's not that throne.

Instead.

Something hovering about a meter above the throne.

It was a drop of liquid.

A drop of liquid, only the size of a longan, with a perfect golden color!

It was not contained in a container; it simply floated quietly in mid-air.

There was no dazzling light, nor any significant energy fluctuation.

But the light it exudes carries a captivating and deadly attraction!

It's as if the light itself is the embodiment of life force!

Just a glance from afar is enough to make every cell in your body yearn for it!

It seems to be "alive".

One could even see that inside that drop of golden liquid, there were wisps of light, barely perceptible to the naked eye, slowly circulating, endlessly.

"Gudong."

Someone swallowed hard in the deathly silence.

Zhang Chulan's eyes were fixed on that drop of golden liquid, his mouth slightly open.

"This...this is..."

William's voice trembled as he almost greedily uttered the name:

"The Longevity Elixir!"

Chapter 393 Extreme Tug-of-War, Still Moral Blackmail

The white jade altar was silent.

The drop of [Longevity Elixir] suspended in mid-air was exuding a deadly allure.

Zhang Chulan's eyes were fixed on the ball of golden liquid, his Adam's apple bobbing uncontrollably.

To say I'm not envious would be a lie.

This thing is a rare treasure that can make someone rise to the top in one step.

Even if he sold it in hundreds of portions, it would be enough for him to live a life of luxury for several lifetimes and never have to worry about Zhao the Fat Man again.

He subconsciously took half a step forward.

My gaze followed the golden light and moved down slightly.

"Bah."

Zhang Chulan's half-step was left hanging in mid-air.

Beneath that towering throne, four enormous bronze coffins were neatly arranged!

These four coffins were incredibly large.

Its surface is covered with verdigris and strange closed-loop patterns, and its four corners are anchored to the ground with thick iron chains.

What's most unsettling is that, although the lid is tightly sealed, the atmosphere around the coffin is rather eerie.

"..."

The nerve in Zhang Chulan's mind called "greed" was immediately doused with a bucket of ice water and chilled to the bone.

Stop!

There's definitely a trap!

Zhang Chulan had already sounded the air raid siren in his mind.

He knows this routine all too well!

I've read quite a few novels about tomb raiding and gold robbing.

Top-tier treasures plus a bronze coffin—this is practically the standard final boss trigger mechanism!

Whoever goes up first to get something has to be responsible for opening the blind box for the ancestor in the coffin!

Zhang Chulan silently pulled his foot back, and even took two steps back.

He took a deep breath, and his face, which was originally filled with greed, completed a textbook-level expression management in a fraction of a second.

He turned around, his smile as warm as a spring breeze.

He strode over to William, the captain of the American team.

"Oh dear! Brother William!"

Zhang Chulan grabbed William's hand, his tone filled with righteous indignation and humility:

"Look at this! Look at the quality of this stuff!"