Not only were the two elders of the Poison Hall furious, everyone, including the hall master, was also gritting their teeth in anger.
The treasure is right before your eyes, why did you close the door?
What are you trying to do?
Are you going to take it all for yourself?
"I'm learning about formations. Why don't you all open it yourselves? I'll slowly study it after you all enter!"
Zhang Xing said impassively.
Learn your head!
If we could open it, we would have done so long ago. Why would we wait until now?
Even though they were furious, they didn't dare to flare up at this moment. They could only bear with it and wait.
Their eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets as they stared at Zhang Xing in agony.
Zhang Xing didn't try to fool them. He was indeed studying the inscription of formations. This was also a habit of his.
Back then, when he took the formation master examination, he had to dismantle and reassemble the formation.
However, the inscription was inscribed on the formation, so it was impossible to dismantle it. He could only move it in a fixed direction.
After studying it for a long time, he still couldn't make heads or tails of it. It was as though a student who had just learned how to paint looking at a master painter painting.
Forget it, I'll think about it when I have the chance in the future.
Opening the door once more, the four of them walked in amidst the envious gazes of the crowd.
As soon as they stepped in, two rows of Magic Crystals lit up, and a straight stone path appeared before the four of them.
"The two of you, lead the way!"
Grand Elder Ta Ge ordered.
The two lads before him could be used as stepping stones. The youngest of them even knew formations. After using them, he could kill them and obtain the heritage.
What was Tute thinking? Sending two lads to compete with them for the heritage, how could they possibly obtain it?
Zhang Xing ignored Ta Ge and sent a telepathic message to Ming Yuezhao, "Follow closely behind me. Don't fall behind."
"Young Master Zhang Xing, how should we deal with the two old fellows behind us?
Their intentions are clear. They want to stop us from obtaining the heritage. In fact, they might even try to kill us. "
Ming Yuezhao said worriedly.
"Ignore them. Once we find the heritage, I'll protect you. They won't be able to cause any trouble."
Hearing Zhang Xing's calm words, Ming Yuezhao felt relieved.
The stone path was filled with traps. Even though they weren't as complicated as the door, they were still a type of inscription formation.
Under Jin Bao's guidance, Zhang Xing and the others successfully passed.
Then, there was another door with carvings, and after it opened, a palace appeared.
The decorations were relatively simple. Two rows of tall stone pillars supported the space in the hall, and it was not inferior to the scale of the Array Formation Guild.
The structure of the hall was similar to that of the guilds. It was labeled as an examination room, herb room, mission area, and so on.
"This... This is a Poison Hall!"
Behind him came the trembling voice of the Second Elder.
"Indeed, it should be the ruins of our Poison Hall."
The First Elder said excitedly.
Zhang Xing nodded. It was just as he had guessed. Other than the ruins of the Poison Hall, it was impossible for it to belong to any other guild.
Putting aside the innumerable poisonous bugs, just the emblem in the hall was clearly from the old Poison Master Guild.
He walked towards the largest room inside, which was most likely the office of the Hall Master.
When he opened the door, the room was covered in a thick layer of dust. Other than a stone table, chairs, and an empty bookshelf, there was nothing else.
Zhang Xing walked directly to the bookshelf and pressed down on a space in the middle.
Kaka kaka!
The bookshelf split into two, revealing the stone room within.
As soon as the group stepped into the stone room, light flashed before their eyes. A magical projection appeared on the stone wall.
An old man in his seventies appeared.
"You are all disciples of the Poison Hall, right?"
The aged and calm voice carried an unparalleled authority, making one feel an urge to kneel down and worship him.