Boom! Boom! Boom!
Spiritual power exploded continuously around Ye Han’s body. His fists struck the two burly men again and again, forcing even these battle-hardened fighters into fear.
He looked so young. How could he possess such terrifying combat strength?
The surrounding onlookers were stunned. They felt fortunate that they had not foolishly stepped forward to provoke him like the Crown Prince of Chen Nation. Otherwise, the ones being beaten would have been them.
Su Yingmeng watched proudly, her face full of satisfaction.
Jiang Qingxue, however, remained calm. She knew these people posed no threat to Ye Han.
Even if Ye Han were defeated, she would step in and resolve it.
Still, the two burly men working together were far stronger than Fang Jingping alone. Though suppressed by Ye Han the entire time, they managed to endure for quite a while.
Just as they were defeated and Ye Han prepared to strike Fang Jingping again, a majestic roar rang out from the distance.
“Do not harm my son!”
Golden spiritual power, wrapped faintly with Destiny Fortune, shot toward Ye Han like a sharp sword.
This was a Transcendent Realm expert.
Although Ye Han could fight across realms, after two consecutive battles his condition was no longer at its peak.
Without hesitation, Jiang Qingxue raised her slender hand and lightly pointed forward, instantly dissolving the golden spiritual power.
A middle-aged man in a golden dragon robe appeared before everyone.
The ruler of Chen Nation, Fang Pingyan.
“You dare lay hands on my son!”
Fang Pingyan glared furiously at the trio.
“Why not ask what your son did first?” Ye Han snorted.
“Hmph. To be noticed by my son is your honor,” Fang Pingyan replied arrogantly.
He knew his son’s character but did not care.
Within Chen Nation, he could still shield him.
Especially for people entering the White Stone Ruins, how strong could they possibly be?
Though he was somewhat surprised that Ye Han had defeated his son and the two guards, he still did not take him seriously.
Fang Pingyan moved to attack Ye Han, but Jiang Qingxue was faster.
With a single palm strike, icy spiritual power struck Fang Pingyan’s chest. A thin layer of frost first appeared at the center of his chest, then spread across his entire body in an instant.
Everyone watched as the once domineering ruler of Chen Nation turned into an ice sculpture the moment after delivering his threats.
Fang Pingyan’s eyes widened in disbelief.
He had lost.
Utterly and completely.
Without the slightest chance to resist.
“That’s enough. Stop wasting time and open the White Stone Ruins,” Jiang Qingxue said calmly, unwilling to spare the father and son another glance.
A mere Chen Nation meant nothing to her.
Fang Jingping stared blankly at his father, now frozen solid. Cold sweat drenched him as he immediately knelt, crying and begging for mercy.
Gone was his earlier arrogance.
His desire to possess Jiang Qingxue vanished instantly.
He understood that someone like her was not someone Chen Nation could afford to offend.
The surrounding crowd looked at Jiang Qingxue in terror before quickly lowering their heads.
She was no longer a breathtaking beauty but a devil who could take lives with a single gesture.
“I said, open the White Stone Ruins.”
When no one responded, Jiang Qingxue repeated coldly.
As a former Saintess of the Azure Sovereign Holy Land and current heir of the Jiang Family, her words naturally carried authority.
The person responsible for activating the ruins dared not delay. Ignoring the fallen ruler of Chen Nation, he hurriedly performed a Secret Technique to activate the formation.
The moment the White Stone Ruins opened, Ye Han heard a faint voice in his ear.
It sounded like an ancient call, or perhaps a demon’s whisper, constantly urging him inward.
He frowned and glanced at the two beside him.
From their expressions, it seemed they heard nothing.
“Let’s go inside,” Ye Han said.
The three walked in side by side. The other cultivators hesitated, carefully observing their backs.
Seeing that they did not intend to monopolize the ruins, the others followed cautiously.
The entrance was a narrow and dim tunnel. The ceiling was only about 2 meters high. The light was faint, as if emanating from deep underground, oppressive and uncomfortable.
The moment Ye Han entered, the voice grew louder and closer, as though someone stood beside him calling his name.
“Do you hear any voices?” Ye Han finally asked Jiang Qingxue.
“Voices? I hear the faint crawling of insects,” she replied.
Normally, cultivators sealed their senses. Otherwise, the constant noise would make it impossible to cultivate peacefully.
“No, not insects. I hear someone calling me,” Ye Han said firmly.
“Can you sense where it’s coming from?” Jiang Qingxue asked.
After focusing for a moment, Ye Han pointed downward.
That was also where the faint light originated.
“Then let’s go down and take a look,” Su Yingmeng said without hesitation.
“It might be dangerous below, Yingmeng…”
“It’s fine. As long as I’m with you, Brother Ye Han, I’m not afraid. And if I could be buried together with you…”
As she spoke, a blush rose to her cheeks and she lowered her head shyly.
“Save the tender words for later,” Jiang Qingxue cut in, unwilling to tolerate such open affection.
Ye Han nodded and followed his instinct deeper into the ruins.
The upper levels had been explored many times. There was little of value, only scattered white bones.
Clearly, many had died here.
As they descended, ferocious demonic beasts appeared.
No one knew how they survived in such an environment. Their eyes glowed green, and upon spotting cultivators, they attacked without hesitation.
But with Jiang Qingxue present, none could halt their progress.
They fought their way downward, slaying many beasts and harvesting numerous treasures.
More than seventy beast cores, twenty-eight kinds of Heavenly Treasures, and several hundred cultivation pills.
For Ye Han at his current stage, this was already a rich haul.
Yet compared to these gains, what concerned him most was the voice calling him.
His intuition told him that whatever awaited him below would grant him an opportunity far greater than anything he had obtained here before.
Watching from afar, Gu Lingxiao could not help but sigh.
As expected of the Son of Destiny.
He had just snatched one opportunity from him, and destiny had already compensated him with another.
What an excellent treasure-seeking mouse.
“Now, it’s your turn.”
Gu Lingxiao gently stroked the smooth white hair beneath his hand, hiding in the shadows as he calmly awaited the unfolding drama.