Chapter 062: The Mark of Inheritance

  "Big brother, that black-robed man isn't simple," a thin figure behind the leader whispered, sensing the powerful aura emanating from Yang Tian.

  "What's there to fear? There are four of us. We can take on two of them," another person grumbled impatiently.

  "Shut up, all of you!" the leader, a young man in tight-fitting clothes, snapped. His gaze remained fixed on the black-robed figure, a hint of wariness flickering in his eyes. The black-robed man's presence was overwhelming, like a towering mountain, and it filled him with unease.

  The others, clearly intimidated by their leader, immediately fell silent, not daring to make any further moves.

  "Something's off about that skeleton," the leader muttered to himself, his brow furrowing as he detected faint, peculiar energy waves emanating from the bones.

  Yang Tian glanced at the group, noting their hesitation. He leaned closer to Yun'er and whispered, "Hurry over there. We need to avoid trouble. If anything feels wrong, stop immediately."

  Yun'er nodded and approached the skeleton. The bones seemed to radiate a strange pull, one that felt oddly familiar to her, reminiscent of the old man who had given her the crystal orb earlier.

  As Yun'er reached out to touch the skeleton, her fingers barely grazing its surface, something extraordinary happened.

  "Creak..." The skeleton seemed to come alive. The energy around it surged violently, and a blinding white light shot out like lightning, rushing straight toward Yun'er's forehead.

  "Not good!" Yang Tian's heart sank. He lunged forward but stopped abruptly.

  Yun'er's body suddenly floated into the air, bathed in a holy, radiant light. She looked like a celestial being as the energy around her intensified, causing the surrounding atmosphere to shift dramatically.

  The vast energy spread outward, illuminating the dim surroundings with countless white rays. The commotion quickly drew the attention of many in the distance.

  "What the hell is that?" Yang Tian's expression darkened as he heard the sound of approaching footsteps. The sheer magnitude of the energy surge was bound to attract a crowd.

  On Yun'er's forehead, a glowing mark appeared—an ancient, weathered symbol that exuded an aura of timeless wisdom. It seemed as though Yun'er was receiving some kind of inheritance.

  "What is this?" The leader's face twisted in shock as he stared at the mark. His eyes widened in recognition, and a look of frenzied greed overtook him. "That's the Mark of Inheritance!"

  "The Mark of Inheritance? Who is that black-robed man?" A group of over a dozen people rushed toward them, their voices filled with awe and envy.

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  "This is trouble," Yang Tian muttered, his gaze sweeping over the crowd's covetous expressions. While he could handle these people, more were undoubtedly on their way.

  Seeing that some were already preparing to make their move, Yang Tian sneered. He took a step forward, his energy erupting like a storm. The air around him crackled with power, and the ground beneath his feet trembled.

  "This black-robed man is no joke!" The crowd hesitated, their greed tempered by the overwhelming force radiating from Yang Tian.

  "What are we afraid of? There are so many of us!" one person shouted, trying to rally the others.

  "Yeah, let's take him down together!" others chimed in, eager to seize the opportunity.

  As the crowd grew, someone finally made the first move. The moment he did, the rest surged forward, their eyes fixed on Yun'er.

  "If you're looking to die, don't blame me," Yang Tian said coldly. With a stomp of his foot, the ground shook, and a whirlwind of energy erupted from his body, lashing out at the crowd like a tempest.

  The storm of energy, mixed with sharp blades of light, tore through the group. Screams filled the air as several people were cut down, their bodies mangled and bloodied.

  "Wind Sovereign's Wrath! That's a phenomenon!" someone in the back exclaimed, his voice trembling with awe.

  "No way!" another retorted. "A true phenomenon would be far more powerful."

  "It's a semi-complete phenomenon. That's terrifying enough!" the first man muttered, wiping sweat from his brow. Without hesitation, he turned and fled.

  As the storm subsided, the crowd was left in disarray. Many were injured, their clothes torn and bodies covered in wounds. Several lay lifeless on the ground.

  "That was brutal," someone muttered, swallowing hard. The onlookers exchanged uneasy glances, realizing that the black-robed man's strength was on par with that of a saint-level expert.

  "Consider this a warning. If anyone else dares to make a move, don't blame me for being merciless," Yang Tian said coldly, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. The threat was enough to silence them.

  In the air, Yun'er's mark gradually faded, and she gently descended to the ground. She bowed respectfully to the skeleton, a look of joy on her face.

  "How did it go?" Yang Tian asked softly as he approached.

  "The Inheritance Hall is in the direction of the main hall. The skeleton also gave me a map of the entire Array Sect," Yun'er said excitedly, waving her fist.

  "Good. Let's get out of here," Yang Tian said, glancing at the crowd that still lingered, unwilling to give up.

  Though they didn't know which ancient sect this place belonged to, the sheer abundance of rare herbs and powerful arrays hinted at its former glory. Most of the people here were opportunists, and while Yang Tian was strong, the earlier commotion had likely attracted more formidable opponents.

  "The Martial Path Mountain belongs to all of the Eastern Continent. Isn't it a bit arrogant to take the inheritance for yourselves?" A young man with a jade-like complexion stepped forward, followed by several others.

  "It's him," Yang Tian thought, his expression tightening. It was Wang Long, the young man who had shown hostility toward him on the stone steps earlier.

  "Hmm?" Wang Long's gaze shifted to the shorter black-robed figure beside Yang Tian. A sense of familiarity washed over him.

  "Brother Yang, he's from the Yin-Yang Union Sect. He carries a replica of the Yin-Yang Divine Furnace, a famous treasure," Yun'er whispered, her face serious. "He's stronger than Huang Li because of it."

  Though it was only a replica, the Yin-Yang Divine Furnace was incredibly powerful, capable of refining anything with its yin and yang energies.

  "If you want to fight, just say so. No need for excuses. I've heard all about your Yin-Yang Union Sect," Yang Tian said, his tone dripping with disdain.

  The crowd erupted in murmurs, their eyes fixed on Wang Long. He was infamous for his debauchery, having ruined countless young women. Few on the continent dared to associate with him, but his status within the Yin-Yang Union Sect was high.

  "You've got a sharp tongue," Wang Long said, his eyes narrowing. A cold smile played on his lips as he glanced at Yun'er.

  "Yun'er, be careful. Try not to reveal your identity," Yang Tian whispered, his voice low.