C4 Heavenly Mysteries Pavilion and the Cool Guy Who Only Knows How to Kill People

After wrestling with his conscience for a brief moment, greed ultimately prevailed.

"Damn it, I'm going all in!"

The remaining four exchanged determined glances and clenched their jaws. With a swift motion, they brandished their life-bound magical treasures!

"Attack!"

Elder Zhang commanded, unleashing nearly a hundred snaking tendrils of black Qi that surged forward, roaring as they lunged for Shen Jun's face.

The other three were not about to be outdone. They channeled all their Spiritual Force into their treasures and charged forward with reckless abandon!

These four were no ordinary individuals; they wouldn't have dared to venture into the notorious Shen's Tomb in search of treasure otherwise. Their combined assault was indeed a terrifying sight.

Even a semi-sage specializing in defense would likely need to sidestep such a coordinated strike.

But just as they launched their attack,

Shen Jun let out a scornful laugh, then nonchalantly sat down cross-legged.

"Gen word, Earth River Chariot."

Shen Jun uttered these five words with a calm authority that brooked no argument, commanding the space around him like a sovereign.

And the space obeyed his command without question!

The law followed the word!

In an instant, the spiritual energy within the hall surged wildly once more.

Four stone pillars erupted from the smooth ground, striking each of the four assailants squarely in the chest!

Boom!

Four dull thuds sounded almost simultaneously. The ferocious assault, which even a semi-sage would avoid, was effortlessly neutralized by a mere sentence?!

Elder Zhang felt his Qi and blood roiling but managed to stagger to his feet. At this point, any trace of greed had vanished from his heart.

He realized they had indeed struck an iron plate—and not just any plate, but the hardest and most unforgiving kind.

To effortlessly dispatch a semi-sage with a casual blow and to dismantle their coordinated attack with a single phrase... Such power was beyond Elder Zhang's wildest dreams!

Had they encountered a Great Sage?

Or was it possible... that he was indeed the Demon Lord who had died eight hundred years ago?!

Regardless of the truth, they were clearly outmatched.

Run!

That was the only thought racing through Old Zhang's mind.

Yet, as an array master, his physical strength paled in comparison to other cultivators of the same level. Having just taken a severe blow, Old Zhang found himself unable to move his legs, even though he desperately wanted to flee.

But his paralysis didn't mean others were immobilized.

Witnessing Shen Jun's unstoppable might, one of his teammates, utterly terrified, abandoned his life-bound magic weapon and bolted for the exit.

Shen Jun, observing the panic, did not give chase. Instead, he chuckled softly and uttered two words: "Li Huo."

Whoosh!

Suddenly, without any warning, the escapee was engulfed in layers of purple flames!

"AAAAHHH!!"

The harrowing scream was cut short in less than a second. Before the remaining three could even process what had happened, the fleeing figure was reduced to a heap of black ash.

Old Zhang was stunned.

As a formation master, he was acutely aware of the horror unfolding before him. This was the manifestation of true power, where words became reality.

"Sir... Sir, I was wrong, please forgive me!" Old Zhang trembled all over. Now, he didn't even have the guts to run. He knelt down, quivering, and began to kowtow repeatedly, begging the young master for mercy, pleading for his life: "I'll leave right now. You... just think of me as a passing wind. Please, let me go!"

Seeing Old Zhang groveling on the ground, the other two hastened to do the same. When life is on the line, pride is trivial.

"Sir, we were foolish and disturbed you. We beg for your mercy!"

"Exactly, Sir. I was just dragged along by them. It wasn't my fault, Sir!"

Whether the young lord inside the tomb was the legendary Demon Lord from eight hundred years ago was irrelevant. They were in no position to provoke such a being.

At this point, simply walking out of this cursed tomb alive was a stroke of luck.

"Li Huo."

Shen Jun showed no mercy as he cast another deadly spell.

Whoosh!

Two more bursts of purple flames erupted, consuming the remaining two before they could even utter a scream, leaving nothing but ash in their wake.

Old Zhang was utterly petrified, frozen in place, having even forgotten to plead for his life.

Shen Jun emerged from the divine coffin and slowly approached Old Zhang, looking down at him with contempt. "Do you know where the person who built this tomb is now?"

"Master... Master, Shen's Tomb has stood for eight hundred years. No one knows who built it, much less where the builder might be found."

Old Zhang was on the verge of tears. He had barely glimpsed a sliver of hope for survival, only to be faced with a question that seemed impossible to answer.

"Is that so?" Shen Jun's expression remained icy. "Then there's no point in sparing you." He lifted his hand once again.

"Sir, please wait! Just wait!" Old Zhang blurted out in panic, "I may not know, but I do know people from the Heavenly Mysteries Pavilion! Their network spans the entire Central State, claiming omniscience. If you spare my life, I just need to reach out to them. I'm certain I can dig up some leads for you!"

Shen Jun paused, a hint of intrigue flickering in his eyes. "Repeat that. What's the name of the organization you mentioned?"

"The Heavenly Mysteries Pavilion! Yes, my lord, the Heavenly Mysteries Pavilion," Old Zhang said, his face contorted with obsequiousness as he desperately sought to ingratiate himself with Shen Jun. "It's an enigmatic organization, shrouded in secrecy. Founded by a mysterious figure five hundred years ago, their reach and power are vast. With the right price, they can uncover anything!"

"I'm willing to be your scout, to seek out the information you need!"

"If you doubt me, I can swear a blood oath right now. If I betray your trust, I'll die, my meridians severed!"

The blood oath was a fearsome pledge among cultivators, requiring a portion of one's soul as collateral. It was unfailingly binding, and Old Zhang was prepared to resort to extreme measures to save his own skin.

"Understood." Shen Jun chuckled. "Here's a piece of advice for you."

"Please, my lord, go ahead," Old Zhang said, his face brightening with a glimmer of hope as he eagerly leaned in with a sycophantic grin. "I'm listening attentively."

"In your next life, if you see me, make sure to walk the other way," Shen Jun said with a smirk, then issued another command into the void.

"Crush."

Boom!

An invisible colossal hammer descended from the heavens, reducing Old Zhang to a smear of blood.

"The Heavenly Mysteries Pavilion?" Shen Jun mused aloud. "It sure seems like Old Eight's handiwork."

"I need to check this out."

Zhuge Tianji was Shen Jun's eighth disciple.

Shen Jun had found him buried among the dead bodies of his parents, siblings, relatives, and closest friends.

For three whole days and nights!

At the time, Shen Jun was astounded by the boy's tenacity. After seven days and nights of meticulous care, the stoic young man with the perpetual poker face finally uttered his first words.

"Master, do you know how to kill? I want to learn how to kill."