Transmigrated as Investment Banker in Cultivation world

Chapter 174: Ice Coffin

The person who had just shouted was a Foundation Building Realm cultivator, someone who might have never heard about space adjustment formations. After all, these formations were crazy expensive and were something that could hardly be bought with money.

His shock was expected. After all, from the outside, it appeared as if they were going to enter a room, but in reality, they appeared in a huge hall filled with a strong smell of medicine.

David turned his eyes away from the shocked cultivator and looked around, trying to find what really was blocking his divine sense.

Even with his strong curiosity, David didn't fully unleash his Divine sense; he didn't want to alert anyone or cause a commotion.

He just let out a strand of his divine sense and tried to better understand the situation.

Immediately, David's vision changed. The seemingly empty room appeared to be filled with an invisible fog that made it difficult for his divine sense to move freely.

The resistance he was feeling seemed to have been reduced considerably now that he was in the room.

While David was examining the abnormality, Mary pinched Borrito's fluffy head and spoke in a low voice, "Can you see the formation engraved in this place?"

Hearing her words, Borrito looked up to see if she was joking.

What formation was she talking about? But after spending so long with her, Borrito knew in his heart she wouldn't joke about such topics.

But he still didn't want to lose an opportunity to settle scores with her; after all, she bullied him too much.

Suddenly, Borrito felt the surrounding temperature plummeting as if someone had put him in an icy cellar.

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Understanding something, Borrito coughed and started to examine everything seriously.

His eyes turned serious as he closely scrutinized everything in an attempt to find traces of the formation in the atmosphere.

"Just for this young master to grow up, I will definitely teach you a good lesson!"

Borrito pretended to work hard while his head was filled with resentment. He had already started to imagine a scene where Mary was feeding him heavenly grapes after carefully peeling them, while he was comfortably lying on a couch, swaggering majestically.

A grin had unconsciously appeared on the duck's face.

Time passed, and while each of them was busy with their own thoughts, they were led by the scar-faced man to the center of the room.

David also noticed one more thing: as the scar-faced man moved, the fog would immediately move away and give way to the man.

"Hmmm!" His eyes flashed with understanding; the scar-faced man seemed to be using an external object, as his cultivation didn't seem that high.

Time continued to pass and they walked deeper and deeper into the room. As they moved, David's face was starting to turn a little strange.

Although they were walking at a slow pace, the distance they would have covered might have already reached kilometers, and the scar-faced man showed no signs of stopping.

Just how rich was this alchemist to maintain such a huge space, and what was the point of this whole thing? David had no idea, neither did he plan to ask anyone.

At some point, Borrito had given up trying to find clues about the formation; his small beast eyes were aimlessly wandering, looking for anything interesting.

Mary also appeared a little annoyed, but she still had a smile on her face - as long as she got to spend time with her husband.

Before David could pinch his fingers and calculate just how much money was being burnt to maintain this formation, the group suddenly stopped.

The scar-faced man looked at everyone's face carefully, then spoke in a deep voice that reverberated throughout the room like a loud thunderclap.

"Everyone remember to behave yourself; you are going to meet a Grade Three Alchemist."

After hearing his words, the crowd's faces turned solemn. A great Alchemist like Theodore had to be treated with respect, and they nodded.

Seeing everyone's reaction, the scar-faced man showed a rare smile on his face.

In the next moment, under David's watchful eyes, the fog around them suddenly dispersed, and the figures of a middle-aged man and a young woman appeared in their sight.

The middle-aged man, dressed in a majestic white robe, looked at them with a plain gaze, his eyes searching for something.

Similar to the middle-aged man, the woman was also dressed in a simple white robe that made her look even more beautiful.

The males were captivated by her beauty for a moment and found it difficult to take their eyes away from her.

Even David's reaction was the same - after all, he was also a man - but he wasn't as strongly attracted as others. However, in the next moment, he was attracted by the large white object behind them.

"Is that a coffin?" David thought silently, his eyes flashing with a strange light.

A strange rectangular box covered with shiny crystals of ice.

The invisible fog seemed to be densest around the coffin; his divine sense couldn't even get close to it.

Before David could continue pondering, the white-haired Alchemist Theodore lightly coughed to attract the attention of the crowd.

"I think all of you already know why you are here, so please, one by one, bring the item that you have brought with you."

"If your treasure is able to melt the ice that has covered this coffin, then your treasure will be treated on par with the Nine Suns Tree branch."

Alchemist Theodore's calm words sounded throughout the hall, but his voice was a little monotonous, as if he had repeated those words thousands of times.

Hearing her father's words, a pained expression appeared on Celia's beautiful face, as if her heart was being stung by thousands of bees at the same time.

They had lost all hope. No matter how much they searched or what price they paid, not a single trace of the Nine Sun Branch had been found, as if it didn't exist in the world.

The revelation had almost broken her father's heart when he realized it.

Filled with despair, they could only look for alternatives.

Celia felt as if the world didn't want her mother to recover; her eyes automatically teared up, but she didn't let it show on her face.

Compared to the broken father and daughter, the crowd was almost giddy with excitement and couldn't contain the happiness they were feeling in their hearts.

Each and every one of them had confidence in the treasure they had brought with them.

"First!" Alchemist Theodore spoke in a plain voice.

After his words, the first person immediately moved with a confident gait and arrived in front of the Alchemist, flicking his wrist like a nouveau riche young master.

Following this action, a blue ball of fire appeared in his hand.

With the appearance of the ball, the temperature in the room seemed to have suddenly risen by a few degrees.

"A nascent flame of heaven and earth," Mary looked at the flames with interest and muttered in a low voice.

Hearing her silent muttering, David looked at her and raised his eyebrows.

Seeing his curious look, Mary immediately smiled like a flower and was about to explain when the arrogant duckling suddenly spoke.

"It's only so-so, can never match my stick of enlightenment." Borrito showed Mary his eternally lit cigarette and snickered.

David also nodded, completely agreeing with Borrito. Although the ball looked impressive, it could never compare with the duck's cigarette.

However, even after the appearance of the flame, Alchemist Theodore's eyes barely showed any emotion.

Seeing the reactions of the Alchemist, the young man was a bit disappointed; this wasn't the reaction the boy was expecting.

Not to mention the alchemist, Celia's eyes also showed no emotion.

Under the instructions of Alchemist Theodore, the young man walked closer to the coffin slowly.

Just as he took one step forward, a stunned expression appeared on the young man's face.

Snow-white crystals had started to grow all over his body like vines, and temperatures around him fell by tens of degrees, as if he had stepped into a completely different world. If it weren't for the blue ball that was constantly providing him with warmth, he would have long turned into a popsicle.

Imagining his disastrous fate, the young man's face turned solemn.

The father and daughter pair weren't surprised by the outcome. However, this was an eye-opening experience for the crowd gathered behind, who were collectively praying for the young man to fail.

Their prayers seemed to have been working. Once the young man took a couple of steps forward, the blue ball of flame in his hand started to flicker as if it was going to pop out of existence at any time.

The young man's face turned extremely ugly after watching this scene. And he suddenly seemed to have made a difficult descision and immediately started to back away.

Whatever in the coffin was too dangerous and not worth the risk.