317: Chapter 317 Bull Horns!

Thinking of the possible supreme ancient inheritance and treasures contained within, many Heavenly Pride couldn't suppress the glints of greed and fervent heat in their eyes.

As if they had already seen the scene of themselves seizing the opportunity and soaring to great heights.

In a relatively quiet corner of the plaza, two figures stood quietly. They were precisely the siblings, Feng Ling and Feng Ling.

"Feng Ling, do you think that mysterious human Heavenly Pride can still come out? It's been almost half a month,"

Feng Ling kicked a small pebble at her feet out of boredom, her tone full of impatience.

After hearing about the Blood God Temple's anomaly, the two siblings had rushed here almost immediately and had now been waiting here idly for over half a month.

Apart from watching more and more people gather, there had been no other movement, which was truly vexing.

Feng Ling's face remained gentle, but deep within his eyes was a trace of cool analysis.

He whispered to his younger sister, "Be patient. Didn't you notice a few days ago? Those terrifying blood rivers surrounding the outer perimeter of the Blood God Temple have already silently dissipated.

This very likely means that some kind of 'state' inside the temple has ended, or a balance has been broken."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding figures watching like tigers eyeing their prey. "We'll wait a few more days. If that person still hasn't appeared, we'll leave."

Today was already June 27th.

The Canglin Ancient Mountain Range had been open for three months. Over two and a half months had now passed, with only about half a month left until the end of the grand assembly.

This final period was the sprint stage where all Heavenly Pride frantically hunted Evil Spirits and competed for ranking points.

Although Feng Ling's strength was formidable, if he wanted to challenge for a higher ranking, he also needed time to accumulate points.

Waiting here idly was indeed a kind of extravagant 'waste'.

"However..."

Feng Ling's gaze slowly swept over the densely packed figures of Heavenly Pride in the plaza, a flash of cold intent deep within his pupils.

"If we truly can't wait for that human to come out... before leaving, we could 'harvest' a wave here."

Hunting Evil Spirits was too inefficient.

But hunting other Heavenly Pride and seizing the points on them...

This was the optimal solution for quickly boosting one's ranking.

The over three hundred Heavenly Pride before him varied in strength, but those who could make it here all carried some points.

If he could swallow them all in one go...

"Alright..." Hearing Feng Ling say this, Feng Ling could only helplessly purse her lips and continue kicking the dark red pebble at her feet out of boredom.

Seeing his younger sister's childish manner, a flicker of doting and helplessness passed through Feng Ling's eyes as he gently shook his head.

However, just as Feng Ling's words fell and Feng Ling was preparing to comfort her a few more words—

A sudden change occurred!

Feng Ling's gentle expression changed abruptly as he sharply turned his head to look towards the open plaza area directly in front of the Blood God Temple!

"Feng Ling, perk up!"

His voice was low, yet carried an undeniable gravity. "A change has occurred!"

Startled by her brother's sudden seriousness, Feng Ling hurriedly followed his gaze.

She saw that in front of the deep, beast-maw-like entrance of the Blood God Temple, the space began to violently distort and fluctuate without any warning!

Immediately after, a spatial rift, its edges flickering with unstable bloody light, appeared in mid-air about three zhang (approx. 10 meters) off the ground, as if torn by an invisible hand!

Swoosh—!

A figure tightly wrapped in a bloody membrane was 'spat' out from the spatial rift like a cannonball!

The bloody membrane burst with a 'pop' the moment it landed.

Revealing the true appearance of the person inside—it was unmistakably a young human youth with a resolute face, wearing simple martial attire and holding a long spear!

It was precisely Qin Yan, who had entered the Blood God Temple for over half a month and had caused endless speculation from all sides!

"It's him! He really came out?!"

"He actually... came out alive?!"

"Look! He's out! The Blood God Temple's inheritance... could he have really obtained it?!"

"Hiss—! Half a month, emerging unscathed from the Blood God Temple, this..."

"..."

After a brief dead silence, the plaza instantly erupted into an uproar!

Exclamations of disbelief and sounds of sharply drawn breaths rose one after another!

Almost simultaneously, hundreds of gazes instantly locked onto Qin Yan, who had just steadied himself and seemed somewhat dazed!

Those gazes were filled with undisguised scrutiny, jealousy, and the most fervent and naked—greed!

Qin Yan landed steadily. His gaze swept over the densely packed Heavenly Pride figures surrounding him, and his brow furrowed tightly.

"So unlucky..."

He cursed inwardly.

Just out of the tiger's den, and into the wolf's lair.

The discussions of these Heavenly Pride were not concealed from him in the slightest, each word clearly reaching his ears.

Blood God Temple inheritance?

A share of the spoils?

Many ants can kill an elephant?

Qin Yan tightened his grip on the Ink Trace Spear in his hand, his eyes gradually turning cold.

He didn't speak, nor did he explain.

He simply took a step, walking towards the outer edge of the plaza.

His direction was clear—to leave this place.

The moment his foot lifted, shadows suddenly loomed before him!

A squad of Minotaur warriors, with burly and robust builds averaging over 2.5 meters in height, sporting curved and thick Bull Horns on their heads and wielding heavy giant axes, blocked his path completely!

The leading Minotaur was especially massive. His bell-like eyes stared fixedly at Qin Yan as two thick streams of white air snorted from his nostrils, saying:

"Human brat!"

"Be sensible and obediently hand over your Storage Ring! Otherwise... hmph, don't even think about stepping half a foot out of this plaza alive today!"

He was Bull Horn, the leading Heavenly Pride of the Minotaur Tribe who had entered the Canglin Ancient Mountain Range this time.

His own strength was also not to be underestimated, ranked seventy-first on the Heavenly Pride List.

He wasn't unaware that this human youth before him, who could emerge safely from the Blood God Temple, was definitely no easy opponent.

But at this moment, he had a reason he had to step forward.

As he spoke, Bull Horn's peripheral vision imperceptibly glanced towards a relatively open area on the east side of the plaza, a place no one dared to approach lightly.

There, stood several figures with even more profound auras, faint streams of crimson flames circulating around them.

Their forms were similar to humans, yet more slender and upright, with haughty countenances.

Their hair and eye colors carried a flame-like crimson—they were precisely the Phoenix Descendants, a race held in high esteem among the myriad races, renowned for their formidable strength!

Especially the leading Phoenix Descendant youth, whose face was handsome to the point of being almost bewitching, with flames seeming to leap within his eyes when they opened and closed.

Even from a great distance, one could sense the vast and majestic aura within him, like a slumbering volcano, far beyond that of an ordinary Heavenly Pride.

The Minotaur Tribe was a vassal subordinate to the Phoenix Descendant race!

The will of the Phoenix Descendants largely dictated their course of action.

His stepping forward now to 'take the lead' had also been arranged by the other party beforehand!