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Chapter 570: Zhang Sanfeng l s Treasure! Poetry Written with a Sword! Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Luo Feng turned to leave the cave, but as he did so, the beam of his flashlight circled and flashed momentarily, casting light on something intriguing.

He snapped his attention in that direction.

Ten meters away, could that be a sword?

Indeed!

It was unmistakably a sword.

As Luo Feng approached, the object’s features became clearer. Walking closer, he observed that the blade was covered with rust, but its integrity remained intact. Though the hilt bore even more rust, the unmistakable symbol of Taiji adorned it, and seven stars embellished the blade.

[ Ding! A sword from the Yuan Dynasty! Valued at 80 million yuan! ]

My goodness! Luo Feng thought, was it really worth 80 million yuan? Not a mere 8,000?

He was astounded. Could this item truly hold such value? And it was just a sword from the Yuan Dynasty?

“My goodness, it’s a sword!” a viewer exclaimed.

“This couldn’t be Zhang Sanfeng’s sword, could it?” someone asked.

“Host, hurry up and search; this might be Zhang Sanfeng’s treasure. To think that we had dismissed this spot just moments earlier,” urged another.

Everyone who saw it grew excited.

Beneath a natural cave, a sword was thrust into the ground. It was quite unusual. If this place did not yield some clues, it would be inexplicable. After all, even if it was not Zhang Sanfeng’s treasure, it was undoubtedly connected to him in some way.

A sword from the Yuan Dynasty.

Luo Feng too fell into deep thought. According to ancient records, Zhang Sanfeng had lived for over a hundred years. This sword could very well have been left behind by him.

Moreover, its high value of 80 million could attest to the sword’s owner being someone quite extraordinary.

But proving that this was Zhang Sanfeng’s sword required more than mere conjecture.

Luo Feng picked up the sword and began to examine it inch by inch, but apart from the patterns, nothing else could be discerned. There was nothing else around — just a natural cave.

Luo Feng was puzzled. Was this place merely home to this one sword? There was nothing else here at all.

But soon, he noticed engravings on the cave wall and was taken aback. They were carved with mysterious symbols, resembling text but not quite.

He quickly walked over, the light dancing across the wall, revealing everything.

It indeed was text.

However, what was peculiar was that each character resembled a large circle enveloping a small one, penned in a unique style.

A ship full of moonlight pierces the void… The green water leaves no trace as the night air rushes…

It was “Moonlit Night on a Ship,” a poem Luo Feng recognized by Dai Fugu, a renowned poet of the Southern Song Dynasty.

Besides this, other poems adorned the wall.

“How come I can’t understand a single word!” one person complained.

“I suddenly feel illiterate!” admitted another.

“What does it mean?”

“It must be Zhang Sanfeng’s unique cursive; such calligraphy exists in his

Daoist temple at Fuquan Mountain!”

“Did Zhang Sanfeng invent this?” contemporary romance

“No, it’s script written with a sword!”

“Am I listening to a martial arts novel?” another asked, astonished.

Luo Feng pointed to a corner of the wall, “It indeed was left by Zhang Sanfeng; there’s a signature at the bottom: ‘Zhang Tong, styled Baojun, called Sanfeng!”‘

Regrettably, these works remained on the wall, only to be admired by those who ventured into the cave. “The Great Dao Treatise?”

“Mystical Essentials Chapter?”

Not only were there poems, but several carved texts as well. The value of this cave was immeasurable.

As for other treasures, none were to be found.

“Wait…” Luo Feng suddenly noticed the stalactites, recalling the “bamboo shoots” from the riddle. Was this it? Didn’t those stalactites hanging down look like bamboo shoots made of stone?

“Activate a level 50 scan for me!” he commanded his system.

Luo Feng quickly left the cave, for there was nothing else to be found within.

Sitting in the helicopter, he activated the level 50 scan. Ten minutes later, the scan was complete, but it seemed they had come up empty-handed. The stone swans and stone locks mentioned were nowhere to be found.

He even began to doubt the clues, suspecting that the treasure was merely a legend.

But in the treasure poem, he had indeed identified one of the three key words. “Could the stone swan not be a specific object?” he wondered aloud.

“Could it be a fengshui pattern?”

Luo Feng began to speculate. Zhang Sanfeng was a cultivator who understood Qi Men Dun Jia. When it came to fengshui, he was surely a master.

He closed his eyes, and began to recall the appearance of Lou Mountain over the past few days. Soon, a complete map of Lou Mountain materialized in his mind.

“Helicopter, take me to that place!” Luo Feng ordered, opening his eyes and pointing below.

Twenty minutes later, the helicopter arrived above the north-flowing Wujiang River. From this position, at first glance, it resembled half of a Taiji Yin and Yang diagram.

“This is the place, let’s go down!” he declared.

The helicopter slowly descended, landing on a sheer cliff by the Wujiang River. Without a helicopter, it would be incredibly challenging to reach this place on foot.

The towering cliff was awe-inspiringly high..

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