Though it might seem excessive, he would be risking necrosis if he did not treat his arm immediately.


    Xeno retrieved the silver sprouts from Nash’s bag. Nash took a bulb and bit into it.


    The bulb’s stem was crisp and sweet, providing immediate relief.


    Then, the bronze coffin fell to the ground with a loud crash. They nced upward toward the ceiling,


    and it was approximately a hundred meters high.


    The group stood up and tiptoed to get a better view. They found themselves at the bottom of arge


    well-like chamber. The walls were adorned withrge cauldrons, their mes


    illuminating the entire cavern.


    “Where’s the King of Medicine’s coffin?” Derek looked around but did not see a coffin.


    Melody looked down at the ground and noticed that the bronze coffin had notnded on the ground but


    was instead suspended about two meters above it.


    “Could the King of Medicine’s coffin be trapped under this bronze coffin?” she spected. Without


    further ado, Derek hurriedly dropped himself onto the ground.


    There, he indeed saw a coffin under the bronze one. It was also made of bronze and appeared quite


    new.


    “Melody, you’re really smart. It’s underneath!” Derek said.


    Melody pulled her head back inside. The others remained inside as well. Derek realized then that Nash


    was seriously injured and needed attention. The bronze coffin and the King of Medicine’s coffin were


    stacked together to be nearly three meters high, so Derek was not able to climb back in.


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    After consuming the entire bulb of a silver sprout, Nash’s body began to emit heat. In just a moment, he


    was drenched in sweat, and white steam-like mist emanated from his head.


    He closed his eyes and carefully controlled the flow of heat through his swollen right hand. The broken


    blood vessels and tendons seemed toe back to life then, pulsating and moving.


    “Old Herera, the corpses on the opposite side are probably your grandsons,” Anders pointed at several


    blood corpse bodies across from them.


    The man looked at them, his eyes bloodshot. Then, he lowered his head and said, “Wealth and nobility


    are preordained while life and death are determined by fate.” He reacted the same way as Old Perry


    previously.


    Since they chose this path, they had to put life and death aside.


    Bradley turned to Nico and asked with a smile, “Kid, are you scared?”


    Nico nodded heavily. “Of course, I’m scared. This is my first time entering a tomb, and it’s such a scary


    one too. We also encountered an Undead Corpse King, something none of you have ever experienced.


    Who wouldn’t be afraid?”


    Bradley replied calmly, “So, are you going to keep going?”


    After some contemtion, Nico turned to Heidi. “Heidi, will you still choose this path in the future?”


    Without hesitation, Heidi nodded. “I want to join Nash’s Tomb Whisperer Lineage.”


    Her ancestors were tomb raiders, so how could she break the family tradition?


    Nico looked back at his grandfather and said firmly, “I take back what I said earlier. If a girl like Heidi


    isn’t scared, how can I, as a guy, be afraid?”


    Looking at how these two young ones were filled with vitality, Old Herera felt a deep sense of unease.


    Although he had spoken trivially, his heart was torn. No elder wanted to outlive their descendants, after


    all.


    Fortunately, his son had not had the chance to join them. Otherwise, he might have also met his end


    here. Their line that was known for tomb raiding might havee to an end.


    Anders said nothing. Old Perry and Old Herera had long earned enough that the next ten generations


    of their families would be sustained. Still, they had not chosen to retire.


    Was his thinking really so wrong? He just wanted his descendants to live a down-to-earth life. Was that


    wrong?