Chapter 340: Professional Grave Robber
Chapter 340: Professional Grave Robber
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The Emperor of the Metal Nation was supposedly a visionary man!
If he were an earthling, he would totally be an innovator!
He actually wanted to abolish feudal superstition by making full use of the resources that resided deep within the Imperial Tombs. This kind of thinking on Earth was commonplace, but in the World of Cultivators, it was completely avant-garde.
In addition, the Metal Emperor also strongly supported Spirit Treasures Pavilion's research and development of divine chariots which were used to train the Soul Strength of their cultivators. This was also impressive as such activities were somewhat similar to the Industrial Revolution.
As a great leader had once said, 'no matter if it's a black cat or a white cat, if it can catch mice, it's a good cat'!
Other relevant sayings that sprung to mind included: 'if you want to be rich, you must build roads first', 'emancipate the mind', 'science is the number one force of production'!
Xu Que however felt that the Emperor of the Metal Nation was someone who could be taught greater things!
He decided that one fine day, he should look the Emperor up to talk about life, and especially discuss the possibility of Xu Que reluctantly taking up the position of Chief Engineer of Reforms. He would be able to develop love action art films, also known as AV, to make their lives colourful and interesting…
"Sigh, it's a pity that the Dragon Veins are so well-protected by the ancestors." The princess puffed a sigh and shook her head. "We can hardly get inside there. Over the years, my father has been holding the Imperial Tombs Contest, hoping that someone would be able to enter, dig up and break the seal of the Dragon Veins. Alas, success is hard to achieve!"
When Xu Que heard that, he was surprised and exhilarated!
This is totally like someone giving you a pillow when you want to sleep! he thought.
Dig up the Dragon Veins?
This is simple, for I'm a professional grave robber! I'm the one who dug up the Dragon Veins in the Imperial Tombs of Fire Country. It is most unfortunate that you, the Metal Nation, are unable to handle your Imperial Tombs. Looks like this Act Tough King needs to lend a helping hand!
Xu Que's lips curled upwards as he thought this.
To him, this was really a good thing!
The Metal Emperor wanted to dig out the Dragon Veins in order to make full use of the Metal Element Spiritual Qi to strengthen the Metal Nation. And Xu Que wanted to dig up the Dragon Veins because he wanted the Genesis Metal Herbs!
These two goals did not conflict; both parties would be satisfied as it would be a win-win situation!
Xu Que even felt like going to volunteer himself to the Emperor and say, don't worry, Dog Emperor, if you want to dig up your ancestral tomb you should get help from the Exploding Heavens Faction! We specialise in grave robbing with a 10,000 year history of experience in the area!
"Rest assured princess, the people of our generation are full of justice and sincerity!" promised Xu Que as he slapped his chest confidently. "What's more, I've already promised you that I will definitely help. So, leave it to me!"
He thought, raiding the Imperial Tombs by imperial decree, this is too fucking interesting!
The Seventh Princess had however, underestimated the help that Xu Que had in mind. She had thought that he had only agreed to help pass the first checkpoint of the trial in order to help the Third Prince secure a position that would allow him enter the Imperial Tombs.
But just this alone was enough to make her feel contented.
"Thank you, Young Master Xu. No matter the result, Third Brother and I owe you a favor," said the Seventh Princess, raising her wine cup. "If you meet any difficulties in future, we'll certainly help you out however we can!"
"You're too polite, this is only what I should be doing!" said Xu Que modestly.
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The two of them continued to drink together.
The Seventh Princess might have come across as quiet and reserved, but her alcohol tolerance was not bad at all. She was able to explain clearly some of the checkpoints in the Imperial Tombs Trial.
The checkpoints were not intended to daunt them but had been set up based on the restrictive spells of the Imperial Tombs!
For example, the first checkpoint was the Divine Chariot Contest!
From Xu Que's point of view, this was practically drag racing!
However, driving a divine chariot was a test of Soul Strength and mastery of the rune inscriptions. These two abilities were the crux to breaking the seal of the Dragon Veins!
If one could not meet these two basic requirements, entering the Imperial Tombs would solely be for the purpose of joining in on the fun, something that was absolutely unnecessary.
As a result, the first checkpoint had been designed to screen out the weak so that the elites would be able to enter the Imperial Tombs and fight against what was within!
However, the rules for this year's Imperial Tombs Contest had changed, for now it involved vying for the position of the Crown Prince.
The Metal Emperor had allowed the princes to form their own teams. If one member cleared the checkpoint, the whole team would pass that round successfully.
The Seventh Princess said that although the Third Prince had a talented team, they were not confident that they would clear the first checkpoint, so they need Xu Que's help with that.
That night, Xu Que slapped his chest and promised that he would clear the first round as he was the Speed Star of Mount Akina, the renowned Old Driver!
Because of this, he specially toasted the Seventh Princess with a few cups of wine.
However, the results were disappointing as the alcohol tolerance of the Seventh Princess was too high. She was not tipsy at all. After they finished talking, they got up and said their goodbyes.
Xu Que found an inn and stayed there for the night. He fell asleep the moment he hit the bed!
There was no news of Buttface for the whole night, and Xu Que had no intention of looking for him.
Poor Buttface had had a miserable night!
The princes had taken turns blasting their spells at him. Although the level of their spells and attacks could not hurt him at all, every part of him was being attacked and bombed all over.
Several teams of palace guards rotated watch duties in the streets in order to catch him. They would ask every person they saw if anyone had seen a talking dog.
"Fuck! This deity has said so many times that this deity is a wolf with noble blood, not the lowly dog! Damn it! That thick-skinned shameless boy! Too outrageous! This must be a big conspiracy against this deity. The stinky tofu was deliberately disguised as sh*t so that this deity would be deceived! Luckily, this deity is gifted and intelligent and managed to leave early, otherwise this deity would not have gotten away now!"
Buttface muttered to himself throughout the night and sneaked his way back to the stall.
At this time, the crowds were long gone. There was nobody in the street and it felt completely deserted.
Yet Buttface laughed coldly. "The most dangerous place is the safest place! If you want to catch this deity, dream on! Wait… eh?"
Buttface suddenly paused as he had found the pot that contained his very own poop. It was still in the same place!
After hesitating for a moment, Buttface picked up a stick and picked out the real stinky tofu from the pot. He inspected the stinky tofu left and right…
"What kind of shit is this stinky tofu? Does it really taste delicious?"
Buttface stared at the black stinky tofu for a long time. Ultimately he made up his mind and swallowed the not-so-pure stinky tofu.
Glub!
Glub…
When Buttface felt the tasty flavor of the stinky tofu burst in his mouth, he was instantly dumbfounded…
"How… how can this be so delicious? And the Soul Strength of this deity has actually increased so much?"
Buttface could not believe what was happening. He disregarded the fact that the pot still contained his own poop, and rapidly picked out the remaining cubes of stinky tofu from the pot. After that, his eyes immediately darted around his surroundings vigilantly, fearing that someone would rob the tofu from him. Buttface carefully kept the remaining pieces of tofu…
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On the other hand, Xu Que had had a peaceful night. When he woke up, the sun was already high up in the sky. He was awakened by someone knocking on his door.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
"Young Master Xu, please come out for a little bit!"
"Who's that? Don't ask me to get up!" Xu Que was lazy to open the door. He lay on his bed and shouted his reply.
"Young Master Xu, the Second Prince has sent me over to inform you that your mansion and the 3,000 beauties you requested have been prepared for you!" said the man outside.
Swoosh!
Xu Que suddenly sat up in bed, narrowed his eyes, looked at the door and smiled.
F*cking idiot. This Act Tough King has finally gotten some sleep and here you are forcing me to go out, act tough and smack you in the face!
In that case, all right then. This Act Tough King will reluctantly teach the asshole Second Prince a lesson… or else this Act Tough King won't be able to call himself the Act Tough King anymore!