Roaming through the world of Doraemon

“Every time I see Uncle Wang, it feels like I’m fighting a flying ape, but I’d rather fight a flying ape than face Uncle Wang.” Fang Chen stared at the lightning knife in his hand, shaking his head, which was still ringing, and uttered a fluent sentence in a muffled way.

Hearing Fang Chen's words, Ye Tiancheng turned around, smiling, and said, "Ten catties of meat, mashed potatoes, Chen Zi, you've made a lot of money this time, and you're still complaining here? Dad has always treasured his weapon, and this time you're given this knife; it seems to be filled with his expectations for you."

"Of course, I am a genius of our Cloud Clan. I am the only one who belongs to this Thunder Blade." Fang Chen raised his chest, his face full of smugness, patted the back of the Thunder Blade, gripped the hilt tightly with both hands, narrowed his eyes, and chopped at the thick tree at the mouth of the bowl.

After a flash of cold light and a soft rumble of thunder, I saw only a thin crack in the middle of the sapling. A gentle breeze blew, and the trunk quietly slipped and fell to the ground before our eyes. Meanwhile, the knife marks on the branches were as smooth as a mirror.

Fang Chen took a calm breath, his eyes shining, and he gripped the handle more firmly. His face was almost pressed against the knife, as if he were looking at a pile of gold.

"This is a very good knife, it cuts through iron like mud. It doesn't look impressive, but it weighs 80 jin (40 catties). I really don't know how Uncle Wang got out. Ye Tiancheng, who is your father? Every time I see him, I feel guilty, and even when facing the clan chief, I don't have that inexplicable feeling."

"I don't know, but I do know that my father knows a lot, a lot." Ye Tiancheng's face was silent, and the color of memory appeared in his eyes.

Chapter 193 Fear

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Fang Chen woke up from his drunken stupor and nodded. "I think so too. Uncle Wang can not only build houses, but he can also throw weapons, but I just don't understand. Why don't family members like Wang Shu and your father and son do the same?"

"Oh, who knows?" Ye Tiancheng suddenly burst into laughter. As the misty peak approached, the laughter grew fainter and fainter, sounding exceptionally pure and empty.

At the end of the winding path was a gentle hillside, covered with dense bushes and vines, like a dense snake coiling around a small forest, only a dozen feet away, which cheerfully passed through the sudden view.

The hillside was terraced, dividing into what appeared to be barren medicinal fields. At this time, no herbs were planted in the fields; green seedlings would only sprout after early spring. After spring, the harvest season for the herbs was a time of sacrifice, when they were fortunate enough to reach the only town a thousand miles away, where I emerged from the clouds to shelter the nest of two stars—a place of prosperity! It was truly exciting.

“Those two-star creatures are truly bloodsucking insects. 70% of the herbs grown in their race are taken. We can only keep less than 30% of the herbs. And that 30% is only sold to half of the living people…” Fang Chen walked around the medical community, chattering on and on.

"Chen Zi, these herbal seeds were obtained from a two-star tribe," Ye Tiancheng asked suddenly, staring at the medical community.

"Yes, they provide it for free, but luckily, if you add the money from the herb seeds, we can grow it into a white one." Fang Chen nodded and smiled.

“If you look at these single types of herbs, there must be different kinds of herbs growing in another star cluster.” Ye Tiancheng pondered, his black and white eyes flashing with a strange light, not at all like a nine-year-old child.

"The fall of these two stars was extremely powerful," Ye Tiancheng remarked.

"Yes, when I practice in the future, when we step out of the clouds, we can become a two-star nation." Fang Chen heard Ye Tiancheng's words, picked up the lightning strike knife, and shouted loudly.

After saying that, Fang Chen lowered his head and saw Ye Tiancheng's bright yet calm black and white eyes. He suddenly laughed and asked, "Ye Tiancheng, how can you say you're a ten-year-old child? How can you give people the feeling of a little fox?"

"Ah! Is that so?" Ye Tiancheng touched the white tip of his nose, smiled and waved, then turned around and quickly walked to the back of the medical group without answering his question.

"Hey, wait for me, you haven't answered my question yet." Fang Chen chased after him with a large knife.

“Perhaps it’s because I’ve read more books,” Ye Tiancheng and Qingchao’s clear voices came from afar.

After navigating the medical area, one encounters a steep, fog-shrouded wall, entirely black, its sheer cliffs covered in rugged, peculiar stones. Several pine trees grow tenaciously and tremblingly on its surface. Hanging along the steep wall is a hemp rope, twenty feet long, with a round hole at its end, from which a faint light shines, as if a flame were burning.

This is the cave that changed the complexion of the young people of the Cloud Clan. This cave is amazing. It's hot all year round. Most people can't stand the dry heat for even fifteen minutes inside; it's very uncomfortable for ordinary people. Even Fang Chen, who was in the artificial bone environment on the third floor, couldn't last three days.

This is one of the reasons why those teenagers are afraid.

Chapter 194 Roar

On the other hand, Ye Tiancheng was an odd person, not to mention his weaknesses, yet he didn't seem uncomfortable. Only Fang Chen and Wang Cheng knew this secret; the others were completely unaware.

This cave was one of the places Ye Tiancheng visited most often. Although the environment was harsh, it contained many precious ores, including some valuable fine iron and black iron, which were the only raw materials for making good weapons.

"Should I take you up this time, or will you climb up yourself?" Fang Chen was in a good mood today because he had obtained a good weapon. A sly glint flashed in his eyes as he casually tilted his head and asked.

Ye Tiancheng glanced at him, looked at him carefully, and said softly, "Let me practice 120 times."

As he spoke, he stretched his almost stiff bones, the thick cotton jacket adding considerable weight to his thin frame. His eyes were fixed twenty feet above the cave entrance, his gaze unwavering.

"Really? Are you sure?" she asked, a hint of surprise and skepticism in her voice.

"Of course!" Ye Tiancheng turned his head and gave him a bright smile, his eyes shining as he watched the mountain wind sway the rope from side to side.

He walked quickly, grabbed the thick rope, and began climbing towards the summit. Unlike usual, Ye Tiancheng's weak body unexpectedly unleashed tremendous strength. He gripped the rope tightly with both hands, placed his feet on the uneven rocks, and struggled to climb up using the brief pushes from the rocks.

A wisp of white cloud drifted across the sky, and the cold wind whistled past his ears. In the blink of an eye, Ye Tiancheng had climbed five or six feet, but gradually, his face turned pale, a bead of sweat dotted his eyebrows, and his long eyebrows curled up. His eyes were filled with an astonishing tenacity.

Upon discovering a slightly gentle rock, Ye Tiancheng took a breath, gripped the crevice between the rocks tightly with his feet, looked up at the cave entrance, his eyes brightened, and he remained motionless.

"Okay, I'll take you up." Fang Chen shouted from below.

I looked around and saw Chen Zi sitting on the ground, a lightning strike knife on his knees, a thin wooden twig in his mouth, his head drooping as he shouted.

Ye Tiancheng gritted his teeth, mustered his strength, and climbed up again. Gradually, there were fewer and fewer places to support his feet, and as he grew taller, the cold wind became increasingly biting, which was becoming unbearable for Ye Tiancheng's thin body.

At this point, they were still ten feet away from the cave entrance. For a Cloud Clan member, this would be a leap, but for Ye Tiancheng, it felt like falling down the next day.

"I can't give up. Chen Zi went up before, but this time I'm going up by myself. I want to become a cultivator. I need to remember this difficulty. I'm not destined to become a cultivator in the future." Ye Tiancheng shouted inwardly. Perhaps because he felt some resentment and grievance this morning, he was unusually resolute this time.

The wind howled, stinging his ears; the sound of a shuttle, the cold wind cutting through the rocks, could be heard. His face was pale but not bleeding; his whole body looked as if it were hanging precariously from a rocky cliff.

"Ye Tiancheng, get down!" Fang Chen suddenly stood up and called out with a worried expression.

"Don't worry, I have to go up." Ye Tiancheng roared with all his might.

Chapter 195 Cold Power

Fang Chen stood there anxiously. If Ye Tiancheng had been gone for even a short while, Uncle Wang wouldn't have skinned him alive. It was precisely Ye Tiancheng's character; he knew that his convictions were irrefutable, a trait strikingly similar to Uncle Wang's.

This is a huge circular grotto, about the size of two houses. The surrounding stone walls are smooth, with a white-silver hue. The light is emanating from the stone walls, which have many holes of the same size on all four sides. I don't know where to go. In the center is a square, concave, blood-red sarcophagus. The sarcophagus is open, and a faint red mist rolls through it.

Ye Tiancheng carefully examined the entire grotto, then turned and pulled out a dagger hidden in his jacket. He paddled a few times across the cave behind him. Then, dagger in hand, he slowly walked towards the center of the grotto.

The blood grew thicker and thicker, almost suffocating him. He hesitated again and again, his eyes fixed on the stone coffin inside, as if he were completely drawn to the red mist within. The steps began to move involuntarily.

As Ye Tiancheng approached the stone coffin, his heart pounded, and he felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his body. He suddenly regained consciousness, only to find that they were less than a foot away from the stone coffin.

Ye Tiancheng touched a flat, grayish-white jade stone on his chest. It was smooth yet felt slightly cold, but he realized the chill emanated from the simple jade he had been born with. From my father's words, I learned that this was the only thing my mother had never experienced, and she had kept it for herself. Is that it?

At this moment, the scent of blood almost soared into the sky, while Ye Tiancheng emerged from his deep thoughts. The dense air was filled with a thin layer of blood, the source of which was the red mist that had escaped from the stone coffin.

His keen sense of smell detected a strange odor, which wafted into his nostrils, making his whole body feel relaxed, and releasing a sense of comfort from the remains of his limbs.

"This thing is definitely not ordinary." Ye Tiancheng's eyes narrowed, his body trembled involuntarily, and the fear in his heart was replaced by an exciting thrill.

Ye Tiancheng gripped the small jade stone tightly, held his breath, and moved slowly, making sure there was no danger before daring to take a second step. He was always very calm and cautious when facing the unknown.

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Finally, Ye Tiancheng walked to the visible stone coffin, but now his eyes had been replaced by blood, no longer as agile as before, but instead by the deep darkness of black and white pupils.

With blurred eyes staring into the thick fog, his palms reached into the stone coffin without restraint. When his fingers touched the fog, the entire stone coffin suddenly trembled, as if the fog was spiritually directed towards his palm.

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As the fog entered his body, his palms and arms expanded at a visible speed. Earthworms could be seen wriggling under his skin like earthworms, and a blood streak appeared on his arm, spreading rapidly throughout his body.

The mist inside the stone coffin vanished without a trace under these strange circumstances after just one breath. His arm slowly calmed down, seemingly without any difference, but if he didn't look closely, he wouldn't be able to find a faint trace of blood on his body.

Seemingly soulless, Ye Tiancheng gazed deeply at the stone coffin, his hands gripping its edge. He lay beside it, as if an invisible force were pulling him in, just as his fingers touched the coffin. The gray jade on his chest shimmered with an icy glow, and an almost icy, cold power seemed to spread throughout the cave.

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Chapter 196 Not an Ordinary Person

The temperature dropped sharply, creating the illusion that the air was condensing.

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Centered on Ye Tiancheng, the ground was covered with a thick layer of frost, which spread throughout the entire cave, turning it into an ice cave in the blink of an eye.

The fluorescent light separated from Ye Tiancheng and walked towards the stone coffin. The blood light inside the blood coffin also dissipated, as if it had been swallowed by something. A thin layer of ice crystals covered the stone coffin.

Ye Tiancheng's pupils emitted a faint gray gas that quietly merged into the stone coffin. The stone coffin inexplicably emitted more light, and he awoke amidst this unknown change.

"What happened?" Ye Tiancheng examined his entire body several times with a palpitation, finding no changes to his skin except for his blood and qi. Finally, he stared at the altered stone coffin, repeatedly confirming that he had no injuries, and then slowly felt the pain subside.

"Why? Where is the jade?" Ye Tiancheng touched his empty chest and realized that the jade that had accompanied him since birth was gone. He immediately panicked.

“It was just hanging on my chest a moment ago, but some time has passed.” He recalled the situation over and over again, but he couldn’t remember what had happened before, even though he couldn’t recall anything before. Only in the moment when his heart was pounding and beating did the memory remain.

"Did you fall into the sarcophagus?"

After the red mist dissipated, it didn't reveal the stone coffin inside; instead, it became even more obscured. His eyes darted inside, trying to find the next path to the jade, but there seemed to be a breathtaking attraction within. It was almost as if it could absorb one's soul; blood and bright white intertwined, obscuring the small things that people couldn't see, but there was a deep weariness, even despair.

There were strange light patterns on the outer wall of the stone coffin, forming a mysterious design—it was a piece of jade. Ye Tiancheng took a breath; his mind naturally knew that none of this was a coincidence. The jade left by his mother was related to the mysterious stone coffin, and in his mind, it wasn't hard to guess that his father and mother, whom he had never met, were connected to this.

He had always found himself different from ordinary people. Many times, he learned things that others hadn't understood in a long time. Besides knowledge, the biggest difference was intellect. Just look at his good brother Fang Chen; although he was much better than him, he probably couldn't utter more than a few words, which didn't explain anything... Most importantly, it was about his father's origins. In short, it was a mystery.

Through what happened today, he became even more convinced that he and his father came from different backgrounds, and that his mother was the same, even though he had never been on the same level as her.

The thought of this filled his eyes with sadness.

My fingers involuntarily traced the patterns on the stone coffin, cold and piercing.

"This is the only thing Grandma left her. Is this all she had?" Ye Tiancheng said in a low voice.

Suddenly, he remembered what he had read in the book: that some treasure could be identified by dripping blood. This was one way to try it out. In any case, he was now convinced that the sarcophagus was not made by an ordinary person.

He was no longer timid; he bit his finger mercilessly, dripping a drop of blood onto the stone coffin. He waited quietly for a long time, and the drop of blood remained on it, unchanged. Ye Tiancheng looked gloomy.

"Can't you?" Ye Tiancheng was a little disappointed. His eyes swept over the silver stone coffin and finally landed on the jade pattern. After pondering for a while, he squeezed out a drop of deep red blood and slowly dripped it onto the surface.

Chapter 197 Disappearance

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Blood dripped into the coffin, and the pattern changed drastically. Ye Tiancheng stared at the stone coffin, which had been transformed by light and shadow. His mind raced, and he fainted. He saw the stone coffin suddenly shrink in the blur and fly upwards, and then he collapsed to the ground.

He was introverted, and it was said that only practitioners at a very high level could possess such abilities. Just a few hours ago, this was something Ye Tiancheng wouldn't have dared to imagine, but now he was looking at his own body with great interest.

The blood coffin entered the corpse, and Ye Tiancheng inexplicably found himself trapped in the past. An hour later, he awoke dizzy and disoriented, only to discover he possessed this incredible ability, which filled him with ecstasy. It wasn't until his excitement subsided that he gradually calmed down and gained a deeper understanding of his health. 06