I Have A Talent Tree

Chapter 139 Betting

Wang Qingfeng was a little happy, his eyes excited.

His family's ancestors made a living by robbing tombs, specializing in high-ranking officials and dignitaries, and the craft was passed down from generation to generation.

His grandfather once stole a royal jade pendant from a thousand years ago, which became a legend among the tomb robbing circles.

His father was even more impressive. He dug into caves and found a priceless tomb of a prince from the previous dynasty.

Unfortunately, his father also died due to triggering a mechanism in the mausoleum.

Originally, Wang Qingfeng wanted to inherit his father's legacy and continue to promote his craft.

Unexpectedly, by mistake, he became a disciple of Xianshan's assessment, and his talent was not bad.

But at this time, Wang Qingfeng's ambition changed, and it was no longer the tomb of a secular dignitary.

His goal is to explore all the immortal tombs in the world!

With such ambition, we reached the final step.

Unexpectedly, God seemed to treat him well. As soon as he entered the courtyard, he discovered such a tomb.

Wang Qingfeng confirmed that this was a tomb.

"This kid is skilled in his movements and doesn't seem tired at all. Isn't this his first time doing such a job, or is this a family skill?"

On the clouds, Bai Jing looks strange.

This is just a fourteen-year-old boy. Even if he has completed the bone cleaning and marrow removal, he is at most slightly stronger than an adult.

But look at this kid, not only is he skilled in movements, but he also saves effort. He is completely unlike someone who is new to this 'field'.

"It's a pity that the entire stronghold is blocked by a magic circle. We just don't want the recorders like me to spy on these newcomers with our spiritual consciousness."

Bai Jing thought to himself.

This is the rule of Supreme Transparency Mountain, and we also hope to reserve private space for these fragile little guys, otherwise everything they have will be visible at a glance.

Of course, because of this, he could not peer into the tomb with his spiritual consciousness to see what was inside.

…

After a while, the little fat man finally dug to the bottom, and the shovel made a crisp sound when it touched a hard object.

He was startled, but he didn't want to disturb the nearby neighbors.

Fortunately, there was no other movement.

Then, the little fat man showed his surprise and started digging the soil with his hands.

"This boy is so skilled. Even if he is not a ancestral tomb robber, there must be elders in his family who do this." Bai Jing said firmly.

For a young boy to be so skilled, he must have been exposed to it and experienced it many times.

push lightly.

Wang Xiaopang scraped the soil clean, and the things were gradually revealed.

It is a black square wooden box with complex patterns on it and looks extremely exquisite.

He gently blew the dust away, and then began to look at it, getting even more excited:

"The wooden box is quite old, at least more than fifty years old."

Bai Jing also became interested and looked forward to what was in the box.

Clang.

The little fat man didn't put much effort and the box was opened easily.

The moment he opened it, his expression froze and almost turned cold.

"Appears to be the corpse of some kind of domestic pet."

Bai Jing whispered.

This is indeed a tomb, but it is not a monk's tomb. Judging from the size of the bones, it looks more like...

"That's right, it's a little raccoon flower."

A voice suddenly sounded in Bai Jing's ears.

He immediately turned his head, then bowed and said:

"Senior Brother Fang knows his origin?"

Fang Wenze said:

"This is a civet flower that Senior Brother Lin raised during the assessment. Because of his deep affection, he specially built a small grave."

Then he looked at the little fat man, his face darkened:

"What kind of Supreme Grade is this kid? He just came here and didn't know how to practice hard, but he did such a rude behavior."

"This matter must be recorded. If he enters the mountain gate, I will personally show it to him for review."

As he said that, Senior Brother Fang looked at Bai Jing.

The latter nodded, opened the booklet and showed it.

"Not bad, just record it." Fang Wenze was very satisfied with Bai Jing's actions.

Then, he took out the messenger talisman.

Seeing this, Bai Jing couldn't help but ask: "Senior brother, what is this?"

"Of course I told Senior Brother Lin about this. His little Lihua's grave was dug up."

…

Time flies, three days have passed.

Boom!

In the residential area, there are powerful fluctuations.

"So fast?"

Bai Jing looked into the distance and was a little surprised.

Someone broke through and advanced to the second level of Qi and Blood.

How many days has it been?

"Is this the talent of the Golden Cauldron?" Bai Jing thought to himself, he is much stronger than he was then.

Not long after, a graceful girl walked out of the broken house.

"Zhou Chengxue, that's pretty good." Bai Jing praised, then stopped paying attention.

He looked at the core area, a sneaky young man in a remote corner.

"Is this guy still thinking about picking up graves?"

Bai Jing chuckled.

Wang Qingfeng was not in a good mood these past few days. He worked in vain for half the first night and felt very unhappy. Everyone looked bad.

However, the little fat man seemed to be unwilling to do so. During this time, he wandered around, visiting places, and wanted to find the next target.

Of course, this is the stronghold of Supreme Transparency Mountain. Apart from Lin Changsheng’s cat grave, there is no other mausoleum.

Even if there were, this little fat guy wouldn't be able to get his turn.

"Cui Fang."

Bai Jing looked at another observation object.

This fairly good-looking female disciple was sitting with a few companions in a teahouse in the core area, sipping tea and chatting and laughing.

Below, stood a young man with a disappointed face, who was Cui Fang's best friend.

“It’s not that I didn’t work hard, I just used the wrong method.”

Bai Jing shook his head.

Cui Fang is not a person who doesn't work hard, but she just doesn't do it well.

She often drinks tea and chats with these friends during the day, but at night she works very hard.

It's not that I don't agree, but what kind of cultivation level does this person have?

Monks like Bai Jing, who practice day and night, must take supplements such as Divine Pill, otherwise they will not be able to tolerate it.

What Cui Fang did was very nerve-wracking and not advisable.

Of course, this is their life, and Bai Jing is only responsible for observation records and ratings of their tasks.

The rest has nothing to do with him.

Then, Bai Jing looked at the courtyards of a dozen other disciples.

These people are much more normal, they work harder, and they work and rest on time, so they don't tire themselves out.

Buzz.

At this time, Bai Jing's communication talisman suddenly lit up.

…

"Brothers."

On a cloud, the monks from Lingxiu Peak gathered together.

Bai Jing came over in a hurry and bowed.

"Junior Brother Bai, you're here!" A senior brother said enthusiastically.

"Junior brother, I may have a small matter to trouble you." The senior brother said immediately.

"Senior brother, please tell me?"

"The little fat guy in charge of my junior brother seems to like to pick up graves. He seems to be suspected of stepping on the graves these days."

"..." Bai Jing.

Good guy, it seems that even the senior brothers noticed what the little fat guy did.

Just listen to the senior brother continue:

"So Senior Brother here made a bet on how many graves he can pick up by the end of the test."

"Senior brother, do you want me to observe more and record the number of times this little guy picks up his grave?" Bai Jing smiled.

"That's right." Senior brother nodded.

"Junior brother Yu, it's too early for you to ask me to wait and place a bet now. You have to let me wait and learn more about it. At least we have to see the number of graves the other party has when they complete the first assessment before placing a bet, right?"

A senior sister smiled.

"No problem, just listen to senior sister. This matter is not urgent. It's just a little fun during the assessment." Senior brother named Yu smiled and nodded again.

Then, he turned to Bai Jing:

"I'll worry about this, Junior Brother Bai."

…

Two days later.

Boom!

There was movement from Wang Xiaopang's residence.

"The talent is pretty good. If you clear it in five days, you can start the mission."

Bai Jing looked at Wang Qingfeng's courtyard and nodded slightly.

Immediately, he smiled slightly:

"I'd also like to see if you pick up people's graves when you're on a mission?"

(End of chapter)