The Interdimensional Reseller – CH107

Chapter 107: The Witch Stone

Chu Feng and Illya passed through the stone doors and entered the inner tomb chamber. Illya looked around, surprised. “Gold!”

Chu Feng saw chests filled with gold and silver treasures and couldn’t help but swallow. He thought, No wonder people risk everything to rob tombs. One lucky score and you’re rich overnight! Even though he was already a millionaire, this much gold was still overwhelming.

Near the center was a coffin. Beside it were several oddly shaped stones. The powerful pull he had felt was coming from one of them—it had to be the legendary Witch Stones.

Just as Chu Feng was about to step forward, Illya pulled him back.

“What is it?”

A massive scorpion emerged from behind one of the stones. Chu Feng’s scalp tingled. The largest he’d seen before was palm-sized—this one was as big as a soup bowl. Its pincers gleamed with a chilling light, and its glowing eyes stared menacingly.

“What a huge scorpion! Are there others around?” Chu Feng asked.

Illya shook his head. “No, just this one. This is its territory. He’s the supreme king among these ghost scorpions.”

Chu Feng muttered, “This thing is really domineering—claiming such a prime feng shui spot all for itself. I guess that’s how it got so big.”

Illya glanced around. “It’s probably too large to leave this place.”

Chu Feng agreed. “There are ventilation holes in the tomb, so the smaller ones could get out—but this one’s too bulky.”

The giant scorpion raised its pincers and charged at them.

Illya drew a handgun and fired several shots—“Bang! Bang!”

Startled, Chu Feng realized Illya had been carrying a gun this whole time without him noticing. The bullets were enveloped in his gray mist and struck with incredible force, blasting the scorpion away.

Seizing the opportunity, Chu Feng teleported forward, grabbed the Witch Stone, and jumped back beside Illya.

Enraged at having the stone stolen, the scorpion king flailed its pincers furiously.

Chu Feng tried to use his power to teleport them both out—but nothing happened.

His ability had failed.

Panic surged through him. “Why isn’t it working?!”

“Abilities have limits,” Illya said calmly. “Use them too much in a short time, and they’ll burn out.”

Chu Feng frowned. “That’s not it.” He hadn’t used much power—just a few short-range jumps. The energy drain should’ve been minimal.

Looking around, Chu Feng saw strange carvings on the tomb walls. He suspected they might be interfering with his powers.

The ghost scorpion let out an eerie screech. A wave of dread washed over Chu Feng.

Sure enough, his fear was justified—swarms of small scorpions began pouring in through cracks in the stone chamber. The room was quickly filling with them.

Illya released more of his gray mist, forming a barrier around them. The scorpions circled it, biting and clawing. The mist began to thin under the onslaught.

Illya bit his lip, his expression tense.

Chu Feng drew in a deep breath. They were in serious danger. He tried teleporting again, but panic only made it harder to focus.

“What about your lightning-shaped mark?” Illya asked.

Chu Feng rolled up his sleeve—it was nearly depleted.

His heart leapt. When the mark runs out, it triggers a dimensional jump. If I can get us into the other world, we’ll be safe.

“Almost there. Just hold on!” Chu Feng said, gripping Illya’s hand with excitement.

Illya nodded and released more mist to hold the scorpions off.

But the scorpion king must have sensed something—suddenly, it lunged at them.

Chu Feng’s heart skipped a beat. The creature’s glowing eyes radiated hatred—it was terrifying. He was sure Illya’s mist could hold off the smaller ones, but not this monster.

Illya fired two more shots, forcing it back.

Chu Feng asked, “Out of bullets?”

Illya nodded grimly. He hadn’t expected a situation like this—and hadn’t brought a spare magazine.

The Scorpion King, forced to retreat, charged again but was blocked by the gray mist. The mist trembled violently and looked like it might dissipate.

The scorpion king’s stinger pierced through the mist and shot forward. Illya barely managed to block the attack with his dagger.

The scorpion king let out a shriek, and swarms of smaller scorpions began gathering around them. At that moment, the electricity stored in the lightning-shaped mark on Chu Feng’s hand finally ran out. With a flash of white light, the two of them were teleported into the castle in the alternate world.

Chu Feng and Illya vanished suddenly. The swarm of scorpions circled the spot where they had disappeared. The scorpion king, having lost track of the witch stone, let out an enraged howl. The rest of the scorpions echoed his cry, shrieking harshly. The mournful sound echoed endlessly in the tomb, sending chills down one’s spine.

Seeing the familiar scene inside the castle, Chu Feng patted his chest and said with lingering fear, “Phew, that scared me to death.”

Illya thought for a moment and said, “Next time we come out, we might be directly teleported into the main burial chamber.”

Chu Feng frowned and muttered to himself: That’s true! If we end up in the main chamber again, there might be a whole nest—or worse, hundreds of nests—of scorpions waiting. But maybe, if they stayed in this world for a few more days, the scorpions might disperse.

Chu Feng looked at Illya’s hand and said, “You’re hurt?”

Illya glanced at the back of his hand and said casually, “Just got scratched a little.” That scorpion seemed different from normal ones—it managed to pierce the mist.

Chu Feng frowned and asked, “Did you take the detox elixir?”

Illya replied calmly, “My body’s not like your cousin’s. I don’t get poisoned that easily.”

Having grown up in the jungle, Illya had been bitten by poisonous insects many times. Over time, he’d developed natural resistance.

Chu Feng rolled his eyes and said, “Even so, don’t be careless. Take the elixir.”

Illya nodded, “Alright.”

He looked at the witch stone in Chu Feng’s hands, eyes shining.

Chu Feng asked curiously, “So how do we use this stone?”

Illya tilted his head and said, “You probably just need to place your hand on it and absorb the energy inside.”

Chu Feng held the stone, which seemed to be wrapped in a thin membrane that partially blocked its energy from radiating.

As he embraced it, he felt a surge of warmth flow into his body. After a moment, he handed it to Illya, “You try it now.”

Illya nodded, “Okay.”

Coming down from the panic of their narrow escape, Chu Feng gradually calmed down. Suddenly, he let out a sigh of disappointment.

Illya glanced at him and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Chu Feng rested his chin in his hand and said, “It’s a pity we didn’t grab the gold from the tomb.”

Illya puffed out his cheeks and said, “The witch stone is way more valuable than gold.”

Chu Feng nodded, “True.”

Illya looked at him and added, “You know, one of those gold chests had a scorpion crawl into it afterward.”

Chu Feng raised an eyebrow, “Scorpions like gold too?” He shook his head and thought: Not like I need the money anyway. Best not to mess with tomb goods.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Illya quickly hid the stone.

Chu Feng opened the door and said, “Chui Shi, what is it?”

Chui Shi blinked and said, “Boss, you’re back!”

Chu Feng nodded, “Yeah.”

“You didn’t bring anything?”

Chu Feng raised an eyebrow and said lightly, “Do I have to bring something every time?”

Chui Shi scratched his head awkwardly, “Not really…” It was just that Chu Feng usually brought supplies whenever he returned.

Chu Feng waved him off, “Go on then.”

Chui Shi nodded, “Got it.”

Chu Feng and Illya continued absorbing the energy from the witch stone, taking turns. After a while, Chu Feng felt a noticeable increase in his power.

“This stone… it’s really useful!” he said.

Illya nodded, “Witch stones are priceless, after all.”

Chu Feng agreed, “Yeah.”

He speculated that the tomb’s owner had placed the stone there hoping it could aid in reincarnation or resurrection. Ironically, it had turned the tomb into a scorpion nest. No matter how powerful someone was in life, in the end, they all returned to dust. Even the most glorious people can’t escape death.

Chu Feng and Illya stayed in the room using the witch stone, not leaving for an entire day.

“Hey, when did Chu Feng get back?” someone asked.

Chui Shi frowned, “He’s been back for a while.”

Chu Feng hadn’t made a public appearance. At first, hearing movement inside the room, Chui Shi thought a thief had broken in.

Shi You looked puzzled, “The boss came back and hasn’t stepped out? He’s been holed up with Illya the whole time?”

Chui Shi nodded, “Yup.”

Shi You shook his head, “Those two are way too clingy. They don’t even leave the castle. Do they really need to be stuck together like that?” He paused, then added, “They’re glued to each other every second—how’s anyone else supposed to get close to Chu Feng?”

Chui Shi flicked Shi You on the head and said, “Stop fantasizing. Go get to work.”

Shi You thought: Chu Feng usually brings supplies, but this time he came back empty-handed—like he fled from something. Did they run into danger on the other side of the sea? Chui Shi shook his head, pushing the thought away.

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