“However, it’s clear that this thing isn’t easy to analyze.”
“I can only try my best to observe, but I can’t guarantee I’ll figure it out.”
“In the end, we might have to rely on that Yin-Yang Guide Lamp of yours,” Chu Feng said.
“Well, Brother Shura, hearing you say that makes me feel a lot better.”
“No worries, just take a casual look. We’ve got the Yin-Yang Guide Lamp anyway,” the leader of the Secret Cave Saints replied.
Then, Chu Feng began using his Heaven’s Eye to examine the two boundary gates.
The Yin-Yang Guide Lamp also required special power to analyze the gates, so it would take some time to produce results.
Thus, the Secret Cave Saints also started using their own observation techniques on the two boundary gates.
Time passed bit by bit.
Unknowingly, three hours had gone by.
For the full three hours, Chu Feng’s eyes never blinked, his gaze shifting back and forth between the two gates.
Finally, he withdrew his gaze and let out a long breath.
He had stopped observing.
“Brother Shura, how’s it going? Did you figure anything out?”
The Secret Cave Saints surrounded him, eager to hear his findings.
“Did you all notice anything?” Chu Feng didn’t answer directly, instead asking them.
“We did pick up on something.”
“The talismans in our bodies don’t seem to be just curses—they’re also a kind of qualification.”
“Choosing the right gate will lead to the inheritance, but how much inheritance we get seems tied to the number of talismans we have,” the leader said.
“It’s not ‘seems.’ That’s exactly how it is,” Chu Feng confirmed.
“So, Brother Shura, which gate is the Gate of Life?” the leader asked.
“This one.” Chu Feng pointed to the gate on the right.
“Wow, Brother Shura, you’re the real deal.”
“This damn Yin-Yang Guide Lamp still hasn’t figured out which is the Gate of Life.”
“Boss, did we get scammed? Is this Yin-Yang Guide Lamp fake?”
After Chu Feng’s judgment, the Secret Cave Saints chimed in.
They had come this far thanks to Chu Feng, so they trusted his words implicitly.
If Chu Feng said the right gate was the Gate of Life, they believed it was.
But while Chu Feng had made his call, the Yin-Yang Guide Lamp showed no response, which naturally frustrated them.
This precious treasure, which they’d saved for critical moments, was underperforming.
They’d kept it for years, reluctant to use it, only to find it lacking now.
No wonder they began to suspect it was fake.
“No way, this Yin-Yang Guide Lamp is definitely real,” the leader insisted, certain of its authenticity.
“But if it’s real, why no results yet?” Little Eleven questioned.
“I also think the Yin-Yang Guide Lamp is real,” Chu Feng said.
“What? Brother Shura, you think it’s real too?”
The others were surprised. They trusted Chu Feng’s abilities completely, so his confirmation carried more weight than their leader’s.
“That ancient aura and mysterious power—it’s not something that can be faked,” Chu Feng explained.
**Buzz—**
Just as he spoke, one of the Yin-Yang Guide Lamp’s lights lit up.
As it did, the other light transformed into a massive “Death” character, imprinted on one of the boundary gates.
The two lights had split between the gates—one glowing, the other marking “Death.”
It was now clear which was the Gate of Life and which was the Gate of Death.
“This…”
The Secret Cave Saints were stunned, and even Chu Feng froze.
In his view, the left gate was the Gate of Death, and the right was the Gate of Life.
But now, the Yin-Yang Guide Lamp lit up the left gate.
The right gate bore a glaring “Death” character.
“How could this be?”
The Secret Cave Saints exchanged glances, unsure what to do.
They hadn’t expected the Yin-Yang Guide Lamp, a treasure that could determine life or death, to give a result opposite to Chu Feng’s.
“Let me observe again.”
Chu Feng closed his eyes, resting for the time of an incense stick, then opened them and focused on the gates again.
This time, he spent only half an hour.
Afterward, he declared, “My judgment stands. The right gate is the Gate of Life.”
“Brother Shura, could you have made a mistake?” the leader asked.
“Trust me, I’m not wrong,” Chu Feng said confidently.
“Brother Shura, maybe you should take another look?” the leader suggested.
“No need. I’m certain. To get the inheritance, we must take the right gate,” Chu Feng insisted.
He had absolute faith in his Heaven’s Eye.
Since his days in the Ancestral Martial Lower Realm, he’d relied on it. Unless it couldn’t see through something, his judgments were almost always correct.
He could tell the right gate was fraught with danger but held clues to the inheritance, confirming it as the Gate of Life.
“You must be wrong, Brother Shura. I’m not doubting you, but the Yin-Yang Guide Lamp never makes mistakes,” the leader said.
“Brother Shura, our boss is right. If the lamp is real, it can’t be wrong. Didn’t you say it’s real?”
“Brother Shura, it’s not that we don’t trust you, but humans and horses can stumble. The Yin-Yang Guide Lamp doesn’t.”
The others began persuading Chu Feng.
From their words, Chu Feng knew their choice.
Between him and the Yin-Yang Guide Lamp, they chose the latter.
“This is a matter of life and death. I hope you’ll trust me.”
“Believe in me just this once. I won’t harm you.”
Chu Feng’s tone carried a hint of pleading.
Though he hadn’t known the Secret Cave Saints long and they’d once been adversaries, he’d found them pleasant to work with. Despite their greed, they weren’t bad at heart. He didn’t want them to die in vain.
“Brother Shura, do you think the Yin-Yang Guide Lamp is real or fake?” the leader asked.
“I think it’s real,” Chu Feng said.
“Then why hesitate? The Yin-Yang Guide Lamp is never wrong. Don’t risk your life,” the leader urged.
“But I still think we should trust ourselves in times like this.”
Even though Chu Feng believed the lamp was real, he stood firm in his judgment.
…
After that, Chu Feng and the Secret Cave Saints tried persuading each other.
Neither side could convince the other, and the outcome was far from ideal.
Unable to sway them, Chu Feng had no choice but to head toward the right gate alone.
He wanted to prove his choice was correct by taking the risk himself.
“Brother Shura, this is a matter of life and death.”
“Don’t blame me…”
As Chu Feng was about to step into the right gate, the leader’s voice rang out.
Simultaneously, a tremendous pressure surged from the leader’s body.
It was the aura of a First Rank Supreme, crashing toward Chu Feng like an invisible tide, enveloping him.
Chu Feng was now bound, unable to step into the gate before him.
The leader intended to use force to drag Chu Feng into the left gate.
