143: The Secret of the True Dragon! Ancestral Mark? I have it too!

"Outside?" Qin Han raised an eyebrow.

"That's right. How could the Eastern Que Spirit State have a pure-blooded ancient ferocious beast? Those all come from the Ximo Ancient State," Cheng Weidong nodded in agreement.

"Don't you find it strange? An entire great clan crossing billions of miles to come here."

"Strange, but what can we do? No one can enter the Heavenly Abyss, and we don't know what they are doing inside."

"They never show themselves?"

"That's not true. They participate in the Golden Scale Celebration once every hundred years."

Hearing this, Qin Han felt things becoming increasingly mysterious.

Previously, the Bi Fang he saw in the Ancient Green City Secret Realm had walked out of the abyss, searching for something with a clear purpose.

Moreover, it possessed a divine decree, although it was a replica, yet it fled into the abyss and vanished without a trace.

From this, it could be inferred that the abyss in the Ancient Green City Secret Realm was definitely connected to the Heavenly Abyss of the Golden Scale Que.

And the scent of the old monster that Bi Xi referred to might be the scent of the ancient scroll.

"In that case, the Heavenly Abyss might really have a True Dragon," Qin Han rubbed his chin, a thought stirring in his heart.

Since ancient times, there have been legends in the Golden Scale Que about fish leaping over the dragon gate to transform into True Dragons, but that is ancient history, long since impossible to verify.

The Golden Scale Celebration is to celebrate this past, and the people here very much hope for another Golden Scale that can transform into a True Dragon to appear.

If it is truly as Bi Xi said, then the Bi Fang Clan is truly daring.

The True Dragon is the leader of the ancient ferocious beasts, possessing supreme Divine Abilities.

Among the Supreme Nine Secrets, the True Dragon Treasure Technique is the head of the Nine Secrets, with the world's number one attack power.

"Tens of thousands of years have passed since the ancient era; is the True Dragon still alive?" Qin Han felt it was a bit dubious.

But since this was entrusted by Bi Xi, who even gifted him a Dragon Pearl, Qin Han thought that if necessary, he could make a trip.

After all, as the head of the Nine Secrets, he really wanted to see what kind of power the True Dragon Treasure Technique possessed.

"Brother Qin, why are you asking about the Heavenly Abyss? You don't want to go in, do you?" Cheng Weidong looked surprised.

"Just asking casually, don't take it to heart," Qin Han waved his hand.

Cheng Weidong breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Do not enter the Heavenly Abyss; quite a few Human Emperors have fallen inside before."

"By the way, when did this guardian deity appear here?" Qin Han asked again.

"The ancient era, I suppose. At that time, the Purple Sun Divine Palace was at the height of its power, and even the Zhe Tian Divine Dynasty had to give way by three points."

"It's just that later, the Senior guardian deity entered a deep slumber, and we never had the chance to impact an eighth-grade power again," Cheng Weidong said with regret.

"The same time point..." Qin Han captured the keyword.

It seems this matter is far from simple.

Combined with the Great Sage Biancheng who appeared in the Eastern Que Spirit State during the ancient era, it happens to be the time point when the True Martial Great Emperor disappeared.

Qin Han felt that a huge secret must be involved behind this.

"Let me take you to your residence first. The Listening Rain Pavilion has many courtyards; I will pick a good one for you," Cheng Weidong said, eager to try.

He was now extremely proactive, wishing he could treat Qin Han like an ancestor.

After all, Qin Han's performance was directly related to his achievements and future success.

If the other party performed well in the Golden Scale Celebration, he might even receive huge rewards.

With interests at stake, he was naturally proactive.

"Before that, I need to solve a small problem," Qin Han stared at Xu Qing, who was trying to sneak away.

At this moment, the latter had just walked out of the back hall gate. Sensing the chilling killing intent coming from behind, his spine immediately turned cold.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Qin Han's face full of gloom, scaring him into rushing out of the back hall.

"Want to run?" Qin Han smiled coldly and summoned the Demon Wings to give chase.

Others saw this and felt excited, hurriedly following.

"Hurry, there's a good show to watch."

"Xu the Barbarian definitely wouldn't have thought in his wildest dreams that he would fall at the hands of someone a few years younger than him."

"He always looked down on people from small places. He didn't come to see the test, he'll definitely regret it later."

There were more than just these people who wanted to see the show; Ah Ping was also interested.

"Senior Brother, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and go. If you go late, there won't be any good spots left."

"I'm thinking about what kind of coffin I should prepare for Xu Fengyi later. That thing isn't easy to find in the Golden Scale Que," the corners of Cheng Weidong's mouth rose slightly.

He was already at odds with Xu Qing, so how could he miss such a good opportunity to let the other party be humiliated?

If Qin Han could kill Xu Fengyi, this would be a great opportunity to dampen Xu Qing's spirit.

And so, the group arrived at the courtyard of the Listening Rain Pavilion.

They saw Xu Fengyi carrying a divine mountain weighing ten thousand jun on his shoulders, running while drenched in sweat, training his body.

"Fengyi, it's bad, run quickly!" Xu Qing shouted before he even arrived.

"Hmm?" Xu Fengyi saw this and said with dissatisfaction, "If the sky falls, there's someone tall to hold it up. What are you panicking about?"

"That kid is not to be trifled with. You can still run now, otherwise..." Before Xu Qing could finish speaking, a black shadow swept over his head.

As thunder rolled, Qin Han suddenly appeared in front of Xu Fengyi, the huge Demon Wings behind him swirling with the breath of Hell, chilling to the bone.

"You really came after all," Xu Fengyi placed the divine mountain behind him on the ground, and the entire ground trembled with a bang.

"I said I would come back to take your dog life," Qin Han said indifferently.

"Arrogant brat, Grandpa will take your head to hold wine!" Xu Fengyi snorted coldly, his muscles instantly bulging.

Suddenly, a remnant ancient rune appeared on his chest.

In an instant, his Aura rose sharply, and his strength at the fourth level of the Faxiang Realm was fully revealed.

"I carry the Bloodline of the Barbarian God Tribe; what do you have to fight me with?" Xu Fengyi's eyes flowed with mysterious light, incarnating into an ancient existence from the barbaric era.

At this moment, his Aura climbed to its Peak, with immense strength brewing in his fists, his Aura magnificent.

Seeing this scene, everyone couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"It really is the Ancestral Mark of the Barbarian God Tribe. Although it is only half a piece, it can still greatly increase his combat power."

"With the Ancestral Mark, he now has the strength comparable to the Perfection of the Divine Palace Realm. This span is too terrifying."

Hearing the exclamation of others, the arrogance on Xu Fengyi's face grew even more intense. He sneered, "If you kneel down and kowtow to me a few times now, and shout 'Grandpa, I was wrong' twice, I can consider sparing your life."

"Fengyi, wait. It's not too late to stop now!" Xu Qing was anxious.

"What nonsense are you talking about? You keep siding with outsiders. Didn't you also want to teach this kid a lesson just now?" Xu Fengyi didn't understand why he suddenly changed his mind, feeling dissatisfied.

"He..." Before Xu Qing could say anything, he was sent flying by a massive shockwave, falling down hard.

When he got up, he was shocked to find that Qin Han's naked upper body was covered with countless patterns.

His whole body was surrounded by a terrifying Aura, wisps of white light wrapping around his body, making him appear even more sacred and ethereal.

"That is..." Xu Qing's eyes widened, his breath suddenly hitching.

Qin Han slightly raised his eyelids, a mocking smile on his lips, "Ancestral Mark, is it? What a coincidence, I have one too."