CHAPTER 572: CHAPTER 563: ALL TROUBLES CAUSED BY GREED_1

Lu Xingchen said, "I’m sorry, I didn’t prepare many elixirs in advance. I might not have enough even for myself."

"Me neither." Qin Feiyang nodded.

It wasn’t that he was reluctant; he just wanted to pressure Dongfang Wuheng and see what kind of person he truly was.

"Junior Brother Lu, let’s set you aside for now. But Junior Brother Qin, don’t you have your own alchemy flame? You could refine elixirs at any time!" Dongfang Wuheng sounded quite annoyed.

"Indeed, I have an alchemy flame, but I don’t have any medicinal herbs," Qin Feiyang said.

Dongfang Wuheng fell silent.

"Senior Brother Wuhen, let’s not talk about us for a moment. Aren’t you a Top Grade Alchemist yourself?" Lu Xingchen said. "As far as I know, don’t you also have your own alchemy flame? Why don’t you be generous and give us some healing elixirs first? After we get through tonight, we can slowly figure out what to do."

"To be honest, I didn’t prepare many either." Dongfang Wuheng sighed deeply, but then his eyes firmed with resolve. He said, "However, as long as it can help everyone get through tonight, I’m willing to contribute all the elixirs I have on me."

"Senior Brother Wuhen truly understands the bigger picture, unlike some people who are selfish." Wu Yan immediately chimed in with a compliment, simultaneously mocking Qin Feiyang and Lu Xingchen.

Neither Qin Feiyang nor Lu Xingchen took it to heart.

"Shen San, come here!" Dongfang Wuheng shouted to someone in the crowd.

Immediately, a gaunt, sallow-skinned man with shifty, beady eyes scuttled over to Dongfang Wuheng.

"You two, hold them off," Dongfang Wuheng said to Shen Long and Jiang Wei beside him, then took out his Qiankun Bag and began to organize its contents.

Moments later, he handed a Qiankun Bag to Shen San and said solemnly, "Observe everyone’s condition carefully. If anyone is injured, immediately give them an elixir."

"Okay." Shen San nodded, took the Qiankun Bag, and moved into the crowd.

"Please believe me! I will definitely lead everyone out of these plains! Let’s go!" With a wave of Dongfang Wuheng’s hand, the several hundred people surged forward like a torrent.

Fatty whispered, "Boss, I don’t think this Dongfang Wuheng is faking it."

"Whether he’s faking it or not, we can’t judge too soon." Just then, Lu Xingchen approached them. He chuckled, said a few words, and then helped Qin Feiyang and Fatty cover the rear.

Fatty frowned. "Lu Xingchen, just be honest with us. What’s your purpose in stirring up trouble like this?"

Lu Xingchen looked taken aback. "Fatty, are you so certain I’m sowing discord?"

Fatty replied, "Master Fatty isn’t sure, but Dongfang Wuheng’s conduct certainly seems gentlemanly."

"Is that so?" Lu Xingchen laughed dismissively, then added, "However, as far as I recall, I don’t believe I’ve ever said Dongfang Wuheng was a villain, have I?"

Fatty frowned deeply. What did he mean? Had they misjudged the person? Was the individual Lu Xingchen mentioned not Dongfang Wuheng? But if not Dongfang Wuheng, then who could it be?Fatty felt as if his head was about to explode; Lu Xingchen was currently too difficult to fathom.

Qin Feiyang, who had remained silent all this time, suddenly had a glint in his eyes. He asked in a low voice, "Brother Lu, you just said Dongfang Wuheng has an alchemy flame?"

"Yes." Lu Xingchen nodded. "I heard he obtained it during his trials, but no one knows the specific details. Not many people are aware he has an alchemy flame. I only found out by chance when chatting with Grandfather Ren."

"What grade is his alchemy flame?" Qin Feiyang asked.

Lu Xingchen shook his head. "Other than Dongfang Wuheng himself, likely no one knows the answer to that."

Fatty said, "Boss, don’t even think about it. Even if he has an alchemy flame, it couldn’t possibly be a Fifth Grade one."

He assumed Qin Feiyang was once again eyeing Dongfang Wuheng’s alchemy flame. After all, the Netherworld Demon Flame currently needed to devour a Fifth Grade flame to advance to Sixth Grade. But in reality, Qin Feiyang had no such intentions.

He was merely wondering: if Dongfang Wuheng possessed an alchemy flame, why would he claim to have so few elixirs? He could very well be refining them right now. Was Dongfang Wuheng saying this to win everyone’s goodwill? Of course, as a captain in name only, currying favor with everyone was understandable. Once he gained their goodwill, they would gradually see him as their leader and follow his commands. However, if that was truly his intention, then the man was indeed somewhat hypocritical. He could have simply given out elixirs to aid everyone directly; they would surely have been grateful. There would have been no need for him to say things like, ’I didn’t prepare many either.’ It seemed this person indeed warranted careful observation.

"Look over there! What’s that?" Suddenly, someone in the crowd exclaimed.

Everyone turned to look, their eyes immediately filling with a mixture of astonishment and suspicion.

About twenty to thirty meters to their left stood a hill, over ten meters high. And at its very summit, a broadsword was impaled!

Half of the broadsword’s blade was buried in the earth, with only the upper portion visible.

A black skull was carved onto the hilt, wreathed in a blood-red mist that gave it an eerie appearance.

The blade, as wide as a palm, was riddled with rust. Yet, even from tens of meters away, Qin Feiyang and the others could sense an astonishingly sharp aura emanating from it!

Most importantly, the skeletons surging toward them would invariably make a detour around the hill.

It appeared that, in the eyes of the skeletons, that place was a holy land!

"I remember Commander Wang Hong mentioning that numerous treasures exist here. Could that battle sword also be one of them?" someone mused aloud.

Upon hearing this, everyone couldn’t help but stop, a thick glint of greed surfacing in their eyes.