NOVPUBChapter 928: 446 Silver Ring_2 Chapter 928: 446 Silver Ring_2 Aubree Groove kicked off her right shoe with her left foot, and it fell.
Moments later, a muted thud came.
Merely estimating the height, her toes led her to the edge of the cliff and with a supernatural burst of energy, she descended at a pace surpassing the average person.
Right before landing, she did a swift roll and landed safely.
The moment her feet touched the ground, a candle ignited itself, shedding light to the entire area.
In front of her were three doors, from left to right, each with a large wooden box sitting in front of it.
She picked up her shoe, slipped it onto her foot and walked towards the first door.
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Opening the wooden box revealed a collection of rare manuscripts – their combined worth high enough to write home about.
Inside the second box was a treasure sword.
Its magnificent menace was not at all tarnished by the passage of time.
Upon opening the third box, a glaring glimmer of golden objects was the sight to behold.
A box filled with glittering jewels, dazzling the eyes!but to all of these treasures, Aubree Groove was utterly indifferent.
However, at this moment, the three iron doors slowly creaked open, behind them lay a world as dark as an abyss, like a silent invitation. n𝚘𝚟pub.𝚌o𝚖
Aubree Groove entered the middle door without any hesitation.
The trials here tested not only martial skills, literary knowledge, or wealth but human nature.
She could almost anticipate what awaited behind that last door: a mountain of skeletal remains.
“Whoosh!” – an arrow whisked across the air.
Aubree Groove threw herself backward, just missing the arrow that sped past her nose and embedded itself into the stone wall behind her.
This clearly exemplified the strength of the shooter.
Before she could catch her breath, multiples arrows shot at her from all directions, covering each and every escape route.
The young lady weaved, twirled and flipped within this dense and inescapable net with such grace and skill, one could only admire her agility as if she was performing some beautiful dance.
With both feet firmly gripping the ground, she reached down to flick off the dust from her skirt, her manners were elegant, a stark contrast to her previous combat mode.
Aubree Groove walked to the stone wall, tore a piece of her skirt and used it to yank out the arrow.
The arrow’s tip, honed to perfection, shone with a gloomy blue brilliance.
Aubree Groove brought it close to her nose and took a whiff, squinting instinctively.
Blue Peacock Poison-according to ancient texts, it has a blue hue and smells strong enough to melt in blood and is impossible to cure.
Considered among the top ten deadliest poisons.
Who would have the audacity to use the Blue Peacock?
Aubree Groove glanced at the corner of the room.
In the faint light, she saw a skeleton.
The skull was black, a clear sign of death by poison.
Aubree Groove turned around, studying all four corners of the room.
The room was mapped out as a Bagua, with Qian symbolizing heaven, Kun Earth, Zhen wind, and Xun water.
The door of life is in the Northeast Gen palace, and the door of rest is in the North Kan palace, and the cutting door is in the Northwest Qian palace.
Enter the door of life, exit the door of rest, kill at the cutting door, and the formation will be broken.
Heaven (Qian), Earth (Kun), Thunder (Zhen), Wind (Xun), Fire (Li), Water (Kan), Mountain (Gen), Lake (Dui), all elements play a role.
They create a myriad of outcomes and are ever-changing.
One misstep could lead to an irreversible disaster- Ten Thousand Catastrophes.
Aubree Groove tore a strip of cloth from her skirt, covering her eyes, then fastened it at the back of her head.
By eliminating visual distractions, she could better perceive danger in the air.
Just then, a slender figure moved at exceptional speed.
She swiftly shot an arrow towards the northeast.
Enter the door of life!
With a soft “click,” the room plunged into an eerie silence as if Pandora’s box had been opened.
Subsequently, countless arrows came from every direction, forming an inescapable net.
In this seemingly impenetrable net, Aubree Groove’s nimble figure meandered through the rain of swords like nothing.
Exit the door of rest!
The arrows stopped, and a giant stone descended from above.
Wind blew, scattering her dresses.
Standing without motion, she felt the impending pressure from above, and at the critical moment, she tossed her remaining arrow.
With a swift roll, the stone just missed her as it crash-landed with a loud “boom,” raising debris dust onto the ground.
The ground shook from the impact.
Aubree Groove lied on the ground, her chest heaving.
The arrows ceased, the noise ended – everything seemed to have abruptly stopped.
A wooden box fell beside Aubree Groove’s foot.
She sat up and opened the box.
Inside the box was a dainty dagger.
The scabbard was etched with intricate and vintage totems and embellished with priceless gemstones.
As soon as she placed her fingers on the scabbard, she could feel a silent power seeping into her core along her arm.
