"Brother Zhang, Brother Bayi, you're finally back,"
Seeing Zhang Tian and the others wake up.
Yingzi quickly ran over, grabbing Zhang Tian's and Hu Bayi's arms.
The moving coffin just now had startled her.
"It's okay, Yingzi, it's all over now. Just stay behind us."
Hu Bayi said, and Zhang Tian gently patted Yingzi's hand to reassure her.
Yingzi nodded and quickly stood behind Zhang Tian and the others.
Her gaze fell on the coffin.
"This coffin should be the prince's remains. I never expected it to be above us."
"If the prince hadn't been defeated, this coffin might never have seen the light of day."
Hu Bayi murmured, while Zhang Tian had already walked to the front of the throne.
On it, five jade pendants and a sheepskin scroll were placed.
This time, Zhang Tian didn't hesitate and directly picked up the items.
There were indeed no problems, not even any hidden mechanisms.
Zhang Tian's gaze then fell on the sheepskin scroll.
It recorded the levels of cultivation techniques and the ranking of cultivators.
At this moment, Zhang Tian finally knew what realm he belonged to.
In this world, cultivators were divided into six ranks: Heaven, Earth, Black, Yellow, plus Grandmaster and Great Grandmaster.
According to the scroll, the prince was a Grandmaster-level expert.
A pity, he still died in the end.
Based on the power divisions and rank differences described,
Zhang Tian estimated that he should now be considered a Heaven-rank expert.
Completing all cultivation techniques resulted in Heaven-rank. To advance further, one needed to comprehend subsequent techniques and utilize elixirs and medicinal herbs for assistance.
Upon learning his strength, Zhang Tian understood the importance of cultivation.
Even though Heaven-rank was one level below Grandmaster,
In reality, even an injured Grandmaster was beyond their combined strength.
"Boss, what is this thing?"
Pangzi saw Zhang Tian looking at the sheepskin scroll and couldn't help but ask.
"It's a record of ranks. You guys take a look."
Zhang Tian handed the sheepskin scroll over.
After reading it, both of them were somewhat shocked.
They realized how far behind they still were in terms of ranks.
"Boss, it seems like my first goal is to reach the Great Grandmaster level."
Pangzi said excitedly.
His face was full of longing.
It was evident that with the introduction of ranks, Pangzi was even more spirited.
"Even the Princess Consort would find it difficult to reach that."
Zhang Tian couldn't help but roll his eyes.
If it were that easy to achieve, the prince wouldn't have been stuck at the Grandmaster level.
"Hey, Boss, you're discouraging me again, I feel unloved!"
Pangzi looked heartbroken, like an abandoned wife.
"Get lost!"
Zhang Tian couldn't help but kick him away.
He realized that spending more time with Pangzi was making him almost like a comedic actor.
"Heh heh, Boss really loves me."
Rubbing his backside, Pangzi chuckled.
Hu Bayi was glad he hadn't said anything more, otherwise Pangzi would have surely said a few things to him too.
Looking at the coffin.
Zhang Tian surveyed the throne.
He finally touched a handle.
With a gentle pull.
The next moment, the coffin slowly descended and was placed on the ground.
And on the coffin, which was reinforced with chains, there were some golden inscriptions.
"This should be Jin Dynasty script. It seems to record the prince's life."
Hu Bayi spoke, his gaze fixed on the inscriptions.
Gradually, he finally understood why the Jin Dynasty prince's little finger was his weakness.
"Legend has it that in the Jin Dynasty, there was a prince born with immense strength. His little finger even emitted a strange golden light at night."
"Because of this, the Jin Dynasty prince was always known as the Golden King, and his little finger was called the Golden Finger."
"The Golden Finger possessed extraordinary strength. With it, the prince could lift a bronze cauldron with one hand and reached the Grandmaster realm at the young age of twenty-two."
"He died at the age of thirty during an invasion by an enemy country."
Hu Bayi recounted. This little finger made Zhang Tian curious, how strong could it be?
"Let's open the coffin." 138 Reading Network
Zhang Tian said softly.
Pangzi, without any hesitation, took out his shovel.
Hu Bayi also began to help remove the chains from the coffin.
Zhang Tian's gaze was fixed on the coffin.
[Prince's Coffin: Contains the body of the prince.]
[Status: Deceased]
Hearing the description, Zhang Tian knew in his heart.
Even if there was a body inside, it was completely dead, so there was no need to worry.
The chains were quickly unlocked.
Pangzi grinned sheepishly.
"Fortunately, I've done some lock-picking before, these chains are child's play."
The chains were pulled away, and soon the entire coffin was before them.
Zhang Tian looked at the coffin lid.
"Open it."
His tone was light.
"Boss, aren't you afraid there'll be a zombie inside?"
Pangzi asked curiously.
Logically, Zhang Tian should be very cautious.
From the moment Zhang Tian entered the tomb until now, every step he took was extremely careful.
"The prince's soul has already reincarnated, and the chance of reanimation here is not high anymore."
Zhang Tian said, and Hu Bayi nodded in agreement.
"Reanimation happens when the former owner's soul has lingering attachments, causing them to guard their treasures. Since the prince has reincarnated, it's no longer an issue."
Hu Bayi finished.
Pangzi spat on his hand.
"The common folk today are truly happy. Old Hu, let's do it!"
Pangzi said, and inserted the shovel into the coffin lid.
The group used leverage, exerting force continuously.
Soon, the coffin lid was moved.
Gradually, the coffin was opened.
As expected of a Jin Dynasty prince, even the coffin was made of gold.
After the stone sarcophagus was opened, an inner coffin appeared.
It was a golden coffin, almost blinding Pangzi's eyes.
"Grandpa, we're rich, we're rich, a gol- golden coffin!"
Pangzi exclaimed, his eyes wide open.
Yingzi was also a little excited.
"So much gold."
Yingzi murmured, swallowing. If this were sold, how much money would it fetch?
"Let's open the coffin. We don't want the gold, and we can't take it anyway."
Zhang Tian's voice was not loud.
He held a dismissive attitude towards such things.
After all, he was not short of money.
"Okay, open the coffin."
Pangzi carefully began to open the inner coffin.
The next moment, the coffin lid was pushed aside.
The coffin was entirely made of gold, weighing several tons.
If Pangzi hadn't been strong, it would have been difficult to move.
Gradually, the body inside appeared before them.
It was the prince's body, well-preserved, the flesh almost unrotted, clad in golden armor.
Beside him lay a great saber.
However, Zhang Tian noticed that on the prince's hands, both little fingers were missing.
It shouldn't have been Zhang Tian who did it.
"Boss, where are his fingers gone!"
"I remember, didn't he still have one of his fingers?"
Pangzi exclaimed.
Zhang Tian's expression also darkened.
He had no idea what had happened; it was too bizarre.
"It's been looted."
At this moment, Hu Bayi spoke, and after his voice, the air became silent.