Inheriting A Divine Cultivation Clan At The Start, All My Juniors Are Empresses

”Answer: Not sure. (If you have any information, you can contact the Innkeeper, but there’s a fee for clues.)”

Yuchi: ”...”

”Question Four: I want a refund. Is this the kind of info I get? You sure make it easy to earn a silver.”

”Answer: Don’t rush. There are still some rumors. To determine when the treasure will appear, just listen carefully. Whenever you hear singing from the cave, it’s best to prepare, because every time this strange singing occurs, treasures begin to emerge.”

Singing?

”Question Five: What kind of singing?”

”Answer: A very peculiar female voice. At first, it’s a young girl’s voice, sounding about thirteen or fifteen years old. But as the singing increases, it turns into a normal woman’s voice. You can hear obvious sorrow in the singing, as if seeing her crying, but at the end, the voice becomes hoarse, resembling a man and woman yelling at each other during an argument, yet unable to make a sound due to a strained voice.”

”Question Six: Is it the owner of the voice who kills?”

”Answer: Not sure. (If you have any information, you can contact the Innkeeper, but there’s a fee for clues.)”

And then...

Finished reading.

That’s it.

A piece of paper with only a hundred words, followed by a few sheets, making up a thin booklet. All this for a silver.

Yuchi suspected he was duped, but without any evidence, he figured the information seemed somewhat credible. It at least gave him a general sense of the situation here in a short time. Oh well, a silver is a silver. Let’s just consider it as losing a silver.

After finishing his tea, Yuchi left with the document. He planned to take a closer look around to better understand the area.

But suddenly, his ears perked up as everyone around simultaneously turned their gaze towards the abyss, and then the sound came...

It was singing!

Yuchi immediately saw many cultivators dropping what they were doing and rushing outside, men and women pulling on their clothes. Those capable of flight were already waiting in the sky, their eyes intensely watching the black cave below, eagerly inhaling, ready to scramble for the spoils.

”So it really is like this.”

Gazing at the cultivators in the sky, Yuchi didn’t act hastily. There was no need to rush up and grab anything. Being his first time here, it was better to survey the situation first. Internally, he mused, ”Am I lucky? Maybe so. After just arriving here, such an event is unfolding.”

”But if I’m unlucky, then I’m truly unlucky. Just got here, clueless about the place, and this begins to unfold. Not even a bit of chance for me, the treasures are already erupting. Talk about no respect.”

As for the song... yeah, it resembles what’s described in the document, Yuchi thought as he closed his eyes and listened carefully.

”At first, it indeed sounded like a young girl’s voice, akin to Qinghan’s age. The voice was crisp, like tinkling silver bells when laughing. But as the unclear song deepened, the voice changed from a bell to a barbell-like sound, growing noticeably coarse, like Qinghan’s incessant laughter. From sweet to somewhat eerie.”

”And in the end, the voice turned into a piercing wail. If it were merely loud, that wouldn’t be a problem, just noise. However, this sound felt like a bloodied, grinning woman, with a completely hoarse throat but exaggerated expression, producing a terrifying mute expression right into your soul.”

”There’s something creepy about it.”

The more Yuchi listened, the more unnerving the sound became, as if it had evolved into sheer resentment. Who knew what happened beneath the cave... Just then, someone appeared beside him. This person stood next to Yuchi, also gazing up at the sky:

”Fellow practitioner, can you hear the despair in her tone? It’s as if her face’s skin is being torn apart alive, with the voice filled with intense pain, and I can sense her on the verge of tears.”

The male cultivator looked at Yuchi, and when Yuchi’s gaze met his, he greeted politely, ”Fellow practitioner, I am Shen Sanfeng.”

”Song Bei,” Yuchi replied, ”Brother Shen.”

”Brother Song.”

The formalities between cultivators were done. Shen Sanfeng, under Yuchi’s gaze, sighed heavily, ”What do you think causes this place to spew such treasures?”

”I don’t know; I just got here less than half an hour ago.”

Yuchi shook his head.

His gaze focused on the sky, where the cultivators were hovering like mosquitoes in the distance. It seemed they were just waiting to pick up gear.