847: Chapter 847 Who are you? Ordering me around?

Mo Yuan stood behind Ye Chen, and upon hearing these words, he couldn't help but scoff.

"Living people?"

"Ye Chen, your ability to lie with your eyes wide open is truly getting better and better."

"This place has been buried for at least a thousand years; not even moss can grow in the cracks of the stones, and you're telling me there are living people?"

Ye Chen didn't turn his head, nor did he respond; he simply gazed at the surrounding situation.

Seeing that he didn't refute, Mo Yuan became even more spirited.

"Look at the snow on this street; it's thick enough to submerge your knees, and the icicles on the roof are thicker than my arms. Where would living people come from?"

"If you said there were ghosts inside, I might believe you a little, but living people? Heh..."

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Ye Chen was just playing tricks.

The humiliation of being forced to dance earlier was still bottled up in his chest, and now that he had finally caught an opportunity, he certainly wouldn't let it go easily.

"If you can find a living person in this godforsaken place, I, Mo Yuan, will swallow this dagger right here and now!"

As he spoke, he drew the dagger from his waist.

Ye Chen finally turned his head and glanced at him. There was a touch of amusement in his eyes.

"Are you sure you want to bet with me?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Yuan instinctively wanted to reply, "Bet is a bet," but suddenly, the scene from outside the ice cliff flashed through his mind...

Ye Chen said he wanted to bet, he bet, and then he danced to 'Ji Ni Tai Mei'.

Even now, when he remembered how he twisted his waist and hips, the tips of his ears still felt hot.

Moreover, at this moment, Ye Chen's phone still contained that deadly video, and if he were to lose a bet again...

His expression shifted repeatedly.

Ye Chen saw his constipated expression and was amused.

"Afraid to bet now?"

Mo Yuan's face turned purple.

Ye Chen added, "If you don't dare to bet, then shut up. Follow along quietly and stop acting like a loudspeaker on full volume; you're giving me a headache."

Mo Yuan: "..."

He clenched his fists, his expression becoming ferocious. But at this moment, he didn't dare to say a single word... After all, who knew if that madman Ye Chen would dig a hole and set a trap for him?

Ye Chen ignored him and turned his gaze back toward the depths of the ancient city.

His brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and even the little bear on his shoulder sat up straight, pricked up its ears, and bared its teeth in the same direction.

Saintess An Miaoyi noticed the change in his expression, stepped forward a few steps, and asked softly, "Ye Chen, why do you say there are living people here?"

Ye Chen did not answer immediately, but slowly closed his eyes, and [Earth Vein Tracking] silently unfolded once again.

This time, he didn't spread his perception across the ice in all directions, but instead condensed it into a thin line, extending it toward the tall tower in the very center of the ancient city.

A moment later, he opened his eyes and said, word by word.

"I can feel it."

"There is something breathing beneath that tower."

He paused, looked down at the stone bricks beneath his feet, and added.

"And there isn't just one; at least..."

"Three, four? No, more."

Could there really be living people? But in a place like this, wouldn't any living person be at the level of an old monster? Otherwise... given the living conditions of this underground palace, I'm afraid no one could survive.

For a moment, the expressions of the three became tense.

Ye Chen ignored the gazes of the two people behind him, each harboring their own thoughts, and lifted his foot to walk toward the tall tower in the center of the ancient city.

Mo Yuan stood where he was, watching his back, his expression shifting several times, until finally, he gritted his teeth and stepped forward to follow.

Saintess An Miaoyi said nothing and followed closely behind Mo Yuan.

The three passed through several twisted stone alleys, and after about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the tall tower finally appeared in its entirety before them.

It was even taller than it looked from afar, its surface covered in frost. The base of the tower was octagonal, with each side at least five or six zhang long. The tower body tapered upward, becoming thinner the higher it went, and its very top was submerged in a dense layer of ice mist.

But when Ye Chen's foot stepped into the area about a hundred paces from the outer perimeter of the tower base, his steps came to a sudden halt.

The next second, a sense of oppression surged from all directions, as if the entire sky had suddenly pressed down, wrapping his shoulders, knees, and back in an invisible force of gravity.

The snow beneath his feet was crushed and collapsed, and his boot soles stepped directly onto the stone pavement.

Ye Chen raised his brows slightly, not rushing to continue walking forward, but standing in place to feel it for a moment.

Behind him, Saintess An Miaoyi also stepped into that area.

"Hmm?!"

As soon as Mo Yuan's foot landed, it was as if an invisible giant hand had pressed down on his shoulders, his knees bent sharply, and he almost knelt down directly.

He let out a muffled groan and hurriedly channeled his True Qi to stabilize his body, only then managing to stand straight with difficulty. Even so, every step he took was several times more strenuous than usual.

Saintess An Miaoyi encountered the same situation...

"What is going on?!" Mo Yuan asked in shock, "The gravity in this place is wrong; it's at least five times heavier than outside!"

Ye Chen said indifferently.

"It's an ancient formation."

"Beneath the ground within a hundred paces, someone has laid a gravity field formation, and its coverage radiates outward with that tower as the center."

"The further in you go, the more terrifying the gravity of the field will become."

Upon hearing this, Mo Yuan's expression changed slightly.

"A formation? How could there be a formation in a godforsaken place like this?"

He paused. He suddenly looked at Ye Chen, his expression filled with suspicion and uncertainty.

"Wait..."

"Since you can tell it's a formation, do you have a way to break it?"

Ye Chen shrugged, "I can break it."

Mo Yuan was delighted.

"Then break it quickly..."

"Why should I listen to you?"

Mo Yuan: "???"

Ye Chen tilted his head and continued, "If I want to break it, I'll break it; if I don't want to, I won't. Who are you? Ordering me around?"

Mo Yuan's teeth chattered as he gritted them, "You..."

"You what?" Ye Chen interrupted him again, "Only an idiot like you would think about breaking the formation as soon as you arrive."

Mo Yuan was stunned, and then became furious with shame, "What do you mean?"

Ye Chen raised his hand and pointed toward the tall tower, saying slowly.

"Use that brain of yours, which is barely larger than a walnut, to think..."

"In a godforsaken place like this, who would have nothing better to do than to lay a gravity field formation?"

"Either it's to protect something, or it's to trap something."

"And regardless of which situation it is, rashly breaking the formation will only alert the enemy."

He withdrew his hand and continued.

"If there really is a living creature beneath this tower, or rather, if there really is 'something' there..."

"Then if we walk in while bearing the gravity, at least it shows we have no hostile intent."

"But you? You start by ripping up the doormat at someone's entrance. Are you afraid they won't mistake us for bad guys?"

Even taking a step back... if the other party has malicious intent toward them, that's the other party's business. They have already shown courtesy first; if the other party is shameless, then it won't be too late to resort to force... And someone like Mo Yuan actually couldn't even figure out such a thing. It's hard to know how this so-called Saint Son managed to get his position.

Mo Yuan's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He wanted to retort, but although Ye Chen's words were harsh, they were surprisingly logical. But he couldn't lose face, so he finally stiffened his neck and said stubbornly, "I feel like it."

Ye Chen shrugged.

"Idiot."

After saying this, he didn't wait for Mo Yuan to flare up, and turned to continue walking toward the tower. The little bear lay on his shoulder, curiously looking around.

Mo Yuan took several deep breaths, finally suppressing the urge to draw his sword and slash someone.

Just wait! You motherf***er, just you wait! One day... I will trample you into the dirt, and you will never be able to crawl out again!!!

With a gloomy face, he caught up with Saintess An Miaoyi and the other.

Suddenly. The three of them, bearing the pressure, approached the tower base step by step.

After walking another thirty or forty paces, Ye Chen's steps stopped again. He looked down at his feet, his gaze slightly fixed.

On the ground directly in front of the tower base, a stone sculpture was crouching. The stone sculpture was about half a person high, with short, thick limbs, a round head, two front paws placed together in front of it, and hind legs crouching, its posture looking just like a bear keeping watch.

Wait... that was actually a bear???

Ye Chen was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously glanced at the little bear on his shoulder. The little bear was also tilting its head, staring at the stone sculpture, its two small, pitch-black eyes unblinking. The man and the bear looked at each other.

Ye Chen looked down at the stone sculpture again and couldn't help asking, "...Your relative?"

Upon hearing this, the little bear immediately shook its head, shaking it like a rattle-drum, its two small ears flapping loudly.

Ye Chen watched its reaction and couldn't help but be amused, "If it's not a relative, then it's not a relative; why are you reacting so strongly?"

The little bear let out two "woo-woo" sounds, reached out a paw to point at the stone sculpture, then pointed at itself, and then shook its head frantically again. The meaning was clearly saying... I don't look like it at all!

Saintess An Miaoyi stepped forward, her brows slightly furrowed, "The craftsmanship style of this stone sculpture is very similar to the patterns on a volume of ancient stone carving rubbings in the Guixu Scripture Library; it should be a product of the same period."

She straightened up, her gaze scanning back and forth between the little bear on Ye Chen's shoulder and the stone sculpture twice.

"However..."

"The bear you have with you really doesn't look like a species that should be in the Antarctic."

"It's impossible for bears to exist on the Antarctic continent."

"Its appearance here is, in itself, a suspicious point."

Mo Yuan interrupted with a cold face, "Are you saying this bear is related to this ancient city?"