Chapter 95: Local Tycoon: The Black Fat Rat's True Form
Ye Jiuge examined the traces of the cave wall paintings again. They had no regular patterns. In some places, there were even large gouges. They did not seem to have been made intentionally; they were more like scars left behind from a violent fight. Only a Great Spiritual Master could have destroyed the murals and degraded the sturdy cave walls into their current state.
Ye Jiuge attempted to analyze the badly damaged murals, but they were too marred to decipher. Then, she found some faint writings in the corner. She squatted down and wiped away the dust. As Ye Jiuge scrutinized the letters, she realized that the handwriting was her grandfather’s, Yun Tianwei.
He wrote that he’d intentionally sought out this place because he’d heard that it contained historical ruins. However, he’d found it destroyed and condemned whoever did this for lacking the morality to leave the murals alone. From her grandfather’s long abusive rant, Ye Jiuge had apparently discovered his secret hobby. She tried to seek clues about his disappearance. However, other than insulting words, the only useful information she gleaned was that these ruins were likely to contain a cauldron that was extremely useful for alchemists.
Then, in another corner, she found a relatively intact mural. It depicted a majestic and spectacular three-legged bronze cauldron. Below it burned a fire in the shape of a golden lotus. Countless small golden fishes frolicked in the pill production furnace. Above it, red-crowned cranes danced lightly and gracefully. It was as if a pill of life had been born.
Ye Jiuge hurriedly took out the small bronze cauldron that the Black Fat Rat had given her.
This thing can’t be the precious ancient cauldron that her grandfather once spoke of, can it?
The Black Fat Rat had pushed the treasure, which even her grandfather could not find, right in front of her.
Was she just lucky with beasts today?
When she compared her small cauldron to the giant vat depicted in the mural, she felt that she was imagining the wildest thing possible. The dusty object did not have a trace of spiritual power. How could it be the precious ancient cauldron?