Chapter 152: Effortless Gain

Hell’s Emissary Celestial Feather. 3829 words 2026-04-01 07:26:20

Just as the three were chatting, suddenly a strong wind blew outside. A series of howling sounds arose—sometimes like crying, sometimes like the call of a horn—frightening Liu Yan so that her face turned pale in an instant. Zhang Ming remained much calmer, his expression grave, while Qin Yang wore a smile, completely unafraid. Yet upon closer observation, one would notice his pupils had grown darker, resembling bottomless abysses, though faint starlight seemed to shimmer within them, like a constellation in the night sky.

“Hmm? A level-two undead... wait, what is that?” Qin Yang spotted a creature resembling a wolf in a corner of the backyard. He was momentarily stunned before rising and saying, “Let’s go.”

He pulled Liu Yan toward that corner, with Zhang Ming close behind.

But just as they stepped out from the side room, both noticed that Qin Yang now held a gleaming Tang Dao sword in his hand. Puzzled, they wondered where he had taken it from.

When the three reached the corner of the woodpile, Zhang Ming switched on his flashlight. The beam illuminated the area, causing both him and Liu Yan to exclaim in shock. What on earth was that?

There, in the corner, stood a massive wolf-like beast. They were unsure if it was truly a wolf; after all, they had seen wolves on TV or in photos, but this one was distinctly larger than the biggest wolves they’d ever encountered. Its fur was longer than any wolf’s they knew, flowing like the mane of a lion, a golden yellow hue covering its body, lending it an imposing and majestic presence.

Under the light, the enormous wolf suddenly rose. Standing nearly half a man’s height, its voice changed abruptly—far fiercer than any wild wolf, let alone a dog. Even a Tibetan mastiff, known as the “dog king,” might falter before its ferocity. Its ears stood erect, eyes glowing like gems radiating strange light, suddenly flashing with menace. Its mouth opened wide, revealing razor-sharp teeth.

“Good heavens,” Qin Yang licked his lips and said, “What kind of creature is this? Neither quite wolf nor dog.”

“God, I’ve been living with such a monster these past few days?” Zhang Ming shuddered, suddenly alert.

Qin Yang shook his neck and saw the level-two undead materializing, attempting to flee. He immediately sent it into the main hall. Then his gaze fell on a rusty, filthy round disc in a corner. His heart tightened—he knew it was a treasure, though he couldn’t understand why it had escaped detection by the Yin-Yang Eye. He moved to pick it up, but the giant wolf seemed to sense this and growled fiercely, stepping forward as if ready to fight. Qin Yang sneered, stabbing his sword into the ground, clenching his fists until they cracked.

“Qin Yang, what are you doing?” Liu Yan said anxiously. “Are you crazy?”

“A beast like this—I’m not afraid of it?” Qin Yang chuckled. “Step back a few paces. I want to have a little contest with it.”

No sooner had he spoken than the beast, sensing Qin Yang’s momentary distraction, lunged forward with astonishing speed. Qin Yang barely caught a shadow and narrowly dodged. The beast missed and hit the ground, growling fiercely as it charged again. Its claws glinted coldly, and Qin Yang no longer underestimated it. Judging by its speed and tactical awareness, this creature was tougher than some people he knew. Even if Qian Haoran, whom Qin Yang had slain, were brought back, he might not stand a chance against it.

Taking a deep breath, Qin Yang prepared as the beast charged. He planted his feet and unleashed a powerful cannon punch directly into the beast’s abdomen. The force sent it flying three or four meters with a guttural sound. Yet it quickly rose again, seemingly unharmed, its ferocity only heightened.

“Damn, what’s it made of?”

Qin Yang clenched his fist. His right arm felt like it had struck a steel plate. This beast’s bones were incredibly tough. His cannon punch could easily shatter a ten-centimeter-thick density board, yet it barely injured the creature. Thinking this, he stepped forward swiftly. The beast growled low and leapt at him. Qin Yang ducked under its jaws and struck hard with his elbow to its jaw. But the beast counterattacked, clawing fiercely at Qin Yang’s chest, tearing three buttons off his shirt and revealing a bloodied wound beneath.

“Qin Yang!” Liu Yan gasped.

Yet Qin Yang seemed unfazed. Turning, he delivered a side kick that sent the beast flying back once more. It landed and immediately got up, charging again. This angered Qin Yang. Bending his legs like a great tiger ready to spring, an illusion appeared behind him—a dark tiger, faint but unmistakable.

Focused, Qin Yang caught the beast’s foreleg, as thick as a cup’s mouth, just as it approached. With a twist, he slammed it hard to the ground. A furious tiger’s roar emanated from him—not from his mouth, but from his very presence, as if he were a raging tiger. The beast did not rise again; instead, it lay on the ground, sweeping its tail without attacking.

Only then did Qin Yang nod in satisfaction.

He approached the round disc-like object and picked it up. It was a bronze mirror—round and pitch-black. The back bore a semi-circular knob with a circular seat surrounded by four three-petaled feather patterns. Around the knob’s base was a carving of a coiling dragon known as the Pan Chi—a legendary hornless dragon from ancient times—so vivid that every strand of its mane was distinguishable. Near the edge was a band of comb-tooth patterns, and the broad rim displayed mysterious, stylized floral motifs resembling lotus flowers, exquisitely beautiful.

“What is this?” Qin Yang frowned.

Zhang Ming stepped forward, taking the mirror and examining it closely. He laughed heartily and said, “This is a treasure.”

“A treasure?” Liu Yan, having cautiously moved away from the giant wolf to Qin Yang’s side and carefully wiping the blood from his chest, was curious upon hearing Zhang Ming’s words. Suddenly, she exclaimed, “Could it be an ancient bronze mirror?”

“More than that,” Zhang Ming said. “Ancient bronze mirrors often undergo changes afterI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.