509: Chapter 509 I just won't, what can you do about it?

Ye Chen raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Are you very familiar with that sea area?"

Old Zhao gave a bitter smile and began to explain.

"The old fishermen around here call that sea area 'Ghost Bewildering Island'."

"It's not that we don't want to go, it's that if you go, you get lost. You can't find your direction at all!"

"A few years ago, several fishing boats accidentally wandered in. They turned around for three days and three nights before coming out. After they came out, every person on the boats looked like they'd lost their souls. When asked what they saw, no one could say clearly."

"Since then, no one has dared to approach that sea area again."

"Mr. Ye, it's not that I won't sail for you, it's just that the place is truly sinister."

"Our boat is decent, but if we go in and can't come out..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was already obvious.

Ye Chen stood at the cockpit door; after hearing this, his face remained expressionless.

He didn't even say a word, just tilted his head and glanced at Bai Wanqing.

Bai Wanqing understood instantly.

The next second.

She calmly pulled a bank card from her handbag, held it between two fingers, and placed it on the dashboard.

"Uncle Zhao."

Old Zhao was stunned. "President Bai?"

Bai Wanqing looked into his eyes and said calmly.

"There is one million in the card."

"Are you going?"

The cockpit fell silent for two seconds.

Old Zhao stared at the bank card, his Adam's apple bobbing once.

The next second.

He took a deep breath, reached out to pick up the bank card, and tucked it into his pocket.

"I'll go!"

"Mr. Ye, President Bai, hold on tight!"

He turned around and grabbed the steering wheel. The hesitation in his eyes vanished, replaced by a streak of ruthlessness.

Who would refuse money?

If someone did, it just meant the stakes weren't high enough...

The roar of the engine suddenly intensified. The yacht carved a white wake across the sea, its speed skyrocketing as it sped toward the sea area known as 'Ghost Bewildering Island'.

The yacht sped across the sea for nearly an hour.

The sea breeze grew stronger, and the sky gradually darkened.

Old Zhao's voice came from the cockpit, laced with tension. "Mr. Ye, we're almost there! That mist ahead is it!"

Ye Chen looked up.

Sure enough, a thick white mist lay on the distant sea, standing like a wall between the sea and sky, completely shrouding the waters ahead.

The mist was unnaturally thick, surging and flowing as if it were alive.

The moment the yacht entered the mist, Ye Chen felt a faint power envelop them.

That power was very light and subtle, completely imperceptible to ordinary people, but to Ye Chen, it was like someone gently blowing a breath in his ear.

Mental interference.

This mist could interfere with a person's sense of direction, causing them to lose their judgment.

No wonder those fishing boats got lost after entering.

Ye Chen closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into the void for a moment. That interfering power was like hitting a copper wall or an iron bastion; it slid away from his body, unable to get near him at all.

He opened his eyes and spoke calmly, "Keep driving straight ahead. Do not turn."

Old Zhao responded from the cockpit, "Al... Alright, Mr. Ye!"

The yacht continued forward. The mist grew thicker, and visibility dropped to less than ten meters.

Just then...

At the end of the mist, the silhouette of an island slowly emerged from the depths of the white expanse.

The island wasn't large, but it was lush with trees and surrounded by thick fog, like an emerald forgotten in the East Sea.

At the highest point of the island, a grayish-white building could be faintly seen, with upturned eaves and corners, partially hidden among the verdant trees.

Bai Wanqing squinted, wanting to see more clearly, but the mist was too thick; she could only see a blurry outline.

"Is this the place?"

Ye Chen nodded, his gaze falling on the grayish-white building. "Qingyin Nunnery."

Old Zhao parked the yacht in a natural harbor outside the island and dropped anchor. He turned his head, his expression both nervous and excited.

"I've lived here for decades, and this is the first time I've discovered there's actually a temple here?"

"You two wait here. Don't go anywhere."

Ye Chen gave a reminder and then stepped off the boat.

Bai Wanqing hurriedly followed him.

As soon as the two stepped onto the island's shore, the mist surged around them. The air was filled with a damp scent, mixed with a faint, lingering trace of sandalwood.

But after walking less than a hundred meters, Ye Chen's footsteps suddenly paused.

Bai Wanqing almost bumped into his back. Just as she was about to ask what was wrong, she heard a rustling sound from the bushes ahead.

The next second.

Two gray figures suddenly leaped out from the grass, landing in the middle of the path and blocking their way.

They were two nuns.

One was older, appearing to be in her forties.

The other was younger, around twenty-seven or twenty-eight, with a slender build and phoenix eyes that slanted slightly upward. Her gaze toward Ye Chen was full of wariness.

Both wore gray monastic robes, held horsetail whisks, and wore cloth shoes. Their entire beings exuded the cold, detached aura of monastics.

But Ye Chen could tell at a glance...

These two nuns were not ordinary people.

The older one had a steady aura and light footsteps; she was at least at the Early Earth Realm cultivation level.

The younger one was slightly weaker but seemed to be at the Mystic Realm Peak.

With an Earth Realm nun guarding the island, the background of this Qingyin Nunnery was indeed not small.

The older nun's gaze swept over Ye Chen and then fell on Bai Wanqing, her brow furrowing slightly.

"Benefactor, this is a place of quiet cultivation. Men are not allowed inside."

"Please return."

The younger nun didn't speak, but her posture clearly indicated her stance...

If you're sensible, leave on your own.

If you're not, then don't blame them for being impolite.

Bai Wanqing's expression changed slightly, and she subconsciously looked at Ye Chen.

Ye Chen's face remained calm as he spoke indifferently.

"I can leave."

"But hand over my friend and my things first."

When these words reached the two nuns' ears, their expressions changed simultaneously.

The older nun's brow furrowed even tighter, and a cold light flashed in her eyes.

The younger nun even took a direct half-step forward, holding her horsetail whisk across her chest in a stance ready to strike at any moment.

"Benefactor, this poor nun will say it once more."

"There is no friend of yours here, nor are there any of your things."

"If you continue to pester us..."

The whisk in the older nun's hand vibrated slightly, and a sharp aura radiated from her, causing the surrounding mist to surge and scatter.

"...then don't blame this poor nun for seeing the guest out."

Bai Wanqing's face darkened completely.

Even she could see that there was something wrong with this nun!

The next second.

She was about to open her mouth to say something, but she was stopped by a look from Ye Chen.

Immediately after.

Ye Chen narrowed his eyes and sneered.

"Seeing the guest out?"

"With just one Early Earth Realm and one Mystic Realm Peak, you think you're worthy of blocking me?"

The older nun's pupils contracted sharply, and the younger nun's breath hitched.

They never expected...

That this young man in his twenties could actually see through their cultivation levels at a single glance!

Could it be...

That the opponent was also in the Earth Realm?

But why had they never heard of such a young Earth Realm expert in the martial world?

The older nun took a deep breath, her face turning unfriendly.

"Benefactor, this poor nun doesn't care who you are or how much ability you have."

"The rule of Qingyin Nunnery is that men may not enter."

"If you take another step forward..."

She raised her whisk and pointed it at Ye Chen, her voice full of warning.

"...this poor nun can only be impolite."

Ye Chen looked at her as if she were facing a formidable enemy and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Impolite?"

"Fine."

"I'd like to see just how impolite you can be."

Before he had even finished speaking.

He took a step and walked toward the two of them.

The faces of the two changed drastically.

They completely didn't expect...

That this man would actually dare to force his way in!

And that his words showed he didn't care about them at all!

The younger nun was even more furious. With a shake of her whisk, she was about to step forward.

"Nun Jingan!"

The older nun shouted to stop her, then stared fixedly at Ye Chen, her eyes flashing with cold light.

"Benefactor, this poor nun will say it for the last time..."

"Step back."

"Otherwise, don't blame this poor nun for being merciless."

Ye Chen didn't stop walking, and the smile on his face didn't change one bit. "I just won't, what can you do to me?"

The older nun's face darkened completely.

She exchanged a look with the younger nun, and the two moved almost simultaneously.

The older nun swung the whisk in her hand violently. The thousands of white strands instantly straightened like thousands of steel needles, piercing toward Ye Chen's face with a whistle that tore through the air!

This strike was fast and ruthless. Wherever the strands passed, the mist was torn open in a long gash, and even the air vibrated.

At the same time, the younger nun also lunged from the side, her movement as fast as a ghost.

She didn't use a whisk; instead, with a flip of her right hand, a short sword slid out of her sleeve. The blade glinted with a cold, eerie light as it aimed straight for Ye Chen's waist and abdomen.

The two were one in front and one behind, one in the light and one in the dark, cooperating with perfect rapport.

Ye Chen looked at the two figures pouncing toward him, raised his right hand, and gave a casual wave.

"Slap!"

His palm struck the older nun's whisk.

Those thousands of straightened strands instantly exploded, scattering in all directions like dandelions blown by a gale.

The older nun only felt a terrifying force transmit from the whisk. Her palm throbbed with pain, her entire arm went numb, and the whisk almost flew out of her hand.

She was horrified. Before she could react, Ye Chen's right foot had already kicked out.

"Bang!"

The kick landed solidly on the older nun's abdomen.