Chapter 407

Chapter 407

Power oozed from individuals of tremendous strength. A heavy oppressive force immediately silenced the group, so much so that they dared not even breathe.

Then, a thin old man approached them and frowned at Zain. “Show more respect to Professor Law, or I’ll break your damned legs!” he scolded.

This thin old man was none other than Zain’s grandfather, the patriarch of the Herera family.

Now that both leaders had spoken up, the rest fell silent.

Old Herera walked up to Professor Law and apologized, “Professor, please disregard the boy. I haven’t been able to discipline him properly.”

Professor Law just waved his hand dismissively. “It’s alright. We’ll set up camp here

temporarily for tonight and wait for them to bring the black donkey hoof, Soul-Binding Nails, and some other tools. Then, we can enter the mountain.”

Zain sneered. “We already have those things.”

Old Herera smacked the back of Zain’s head with his palm and scolded him again, “I asked you to shut up. Did you not understand me?”

“I was just saying!”

Zain held his head, looking aggrieved.

“Madam Lunaris’ Soul-Binding Nails are made from 300-year-old Thunderstruck Wood. Their effects are completely different from ours,” Daniel explained.

Old Herera snorted. “Don’t ask questions you shouldn’t. Do you think us old folks need you to teach us how to do things?”

As the sun set, Nash and the others emerged from Soul-Splitting Ridge on the other side of Seven Pinnacle Peaks and came face-to-face with seven mountain peaks shrouded in mist.

Heidi extended her fair fingers to count the peaks. “One, two, three, four, five, six, seven… Seven peaks! Is that the Seven Pinnacle Peaks up ahead?”

“Yes, it is,” replied Bradley with a nod and a smile. However, there was a complex mixture of emotions in his eyes.

This was his ninth time coming to Seven Pinnacle Peaks, and none of his previous attempts had seen him enter the King of Medicine’s tomb successfully. Even his own son had perished to the tomb’s deathworms. This would be his final attempt.

If he failed, he would be a martyr.

If he failed, he would never set foot on Seven Pinnacle Peaks again.

Activating his Third Eye, Nash tried to assess the situation on Seven Pinnacle Peaks but then realized his sight could not penetrate the mist surrounding the peak.

“There are people over there,” Melody suddenly exclaimed. In the sky on the opposite side of Seven Pinnacle Peaks was a faint wisp of smoke, which indicated that someone had lit a fire.

Bradley narrowed his eyes. “Looks like someone’s come.”

“Then let’s hurry and enter the mountain. We shouldn’t let them get there ahead of us,” Finn said with a piece of grass hanging from his mouth.

Bradley smiled faintly. “If my guess is correct, the group we encountered at Madam Lunaris’ homestead earlier were there to buy equipment. They’ll probably wait for them to come back before they dare enter the King of Medicine’s Tomb.”

“They shouldn’t have reached Seven Pinnacle Peaks so quickly, right?”

The

group they were referring to had left with them but would take at least four or five days to reach their destination.

Bradley pointed to a small stream ahead and said, “That’s why we don’t need to rush. Let’s set up camp ahead. We’ll rest up tonight and head to the main peak tomorrow.”

During their conversation, Bradley noticed the vegetation in Finn’s mouth and frowned.” Where did you get that dog’s tail grass?” he asked.

Finn’s body stiffened as if sensing an ominous premonition. “I picked it by the side of the road when we left Soul-Splitting Ridge,” he replied.

Bradley gave him a half-smile and said, “You’ll have a rough night ahead.”

Finn spat out the grass and stared at Bradley. “Could this thing be poisonous? Why am I so careless?”

“The toxins aren’t severe. You’ll just have an upset stomach for the night,” Bradley replied simply.