873: Chapter 862 Qianxi... Qianxi greets her master!

Immediately, he knelt on one knee without hesitation, lowered his head, and said respectfully, "Saint Son Chen Xun greets Master."

Qin Yan looked down at the Saint of the Temple of Time kneeling before him, a mocking smile curling on his lips.

His tone carried a hint of amusement: "I still prefer the rebellious look you had just now."

Upon hearing this, Saint Son Chen Xun hurriedly squeezed out a fawning smile: "Master, you jest. Just treat what your subordinate said earlier as nothing but a fart."

At this moment, his handsome face was plastered with a flattering expression; there was not a trace left of the pride and reserve expected of a Saint from a super faction.

Qin Yan took no further notice of Saint Son Chen Xun and turned his gaze toward Saintess Qian Xi.

"Tell me, what is your choice?"

Beads of sweat as large as beans rolled down Saintess Qian Xi's cheeks one after another. She gritted her teeth, desperately enduring the intense pain within her body that was ceaselessly eroding her Soul.

She wanted to be as tough as Saint Son Chen Xun had been initially.

But the moment she thought of the miserable state Saint Son Chen Xun was in earlier—writhing frantically in the seawater in pain, unable to hold on for even ten seconds—her heart sank uncontrollably.

She understood Saint Son Chen Xun's willpower; while it could not be called iron-willed, he was certainly not a man of weak resolve.

Since even he had completely broken down in less than ten seconds, she could fully imagine just how terrifying that pain truly was.

She was already on the verge of dying from the pain just by enduring this "standard" level of agony; if the pain were to increase several times over, she feared she would truly be pained to death.

"Saintess Qian Xi greets Master."

Saintess Qian Xi gritted her teeth and spoke, forcing herself to endure the heart-piercing agony.

"Ah—!"

No sooner had she finished speaking than the agony in her body surged several times over without any warning.

Saintess Qian Xi's entire body began to tremble violently as if she had been electrocuted, her elegant and refined face filled with an indescribable expression of agony.

"Your voice is so small; did you not eat?"

Qin Yan said in a flat tone.

Earlier, when the two sides were confronting each other, he had found Saintess Qian Xi displeasing—always saying "I'll propose a condition" or "Consider my suggestion," her composed and indifferent attitude as if she were bestowing charity upon him. Now, he took this opportunity to vent.

"Saintess Qian Xi... Saintess Qian Xi greets Master!"

Saintess Qian Xi trembled violently all over, shouting as loudly as she could with every ounce of her strength.

"Important things should be said three times; you are still one short."

Qin Yan's voice remained as unhurried as ever.

Saintess Qian Xi was in extreme pain, curled up in the silver seawater. That pervasive agony made even breathing extremely difficult.

Tears streamed down uncontrollably, mixing with the sweat on her face and dripping into the silver seawater.

Hearing that Qin Yan wanted her to say it again, an unprecedented sense of grievance welled up in her heart, yet she dared not disobey in the slightest.

"Saintess Qian Xi... Saintess Qian Xi greets Master!"

Saintess Qian Xi forced herself to endure the agony that threatened to swallow her whole, roaring it out with all her might, her voice echoing across the silver sea.

Nearby, Saint Son Chen Xun watched the Saintess who was usually high and mighty in the Temple of Time, composed and elegant, looked up to by countless Disciples, now teary-eyed and in such a wretched state, and couldn't help but feel a sense of relief.

It was fortunate he had surrendered quickly and shouted loudly enough earlier; otherwise, this miserable state would have been his own fate.

Qin Yan saw that the timing was about right and finally withdrew his Divine Ability.

Saintess Qian Xi felt the agony that had threatened to tear her body apart suddenly vanish. It was as if she had returned from Hell to the mortal world, and she breathed a long sigh of relief, collapsing limply into the seawater, unable to recover for quite some time.

"The two of you, go clean yourselves up. What kind of state is this?"

Qin Yan glanced at the two of them—at this moment, their bodies were covered in blood mixed with sweat, their robes were tattered, and their hair was disheveled; there was not a trace left of the demeanor of a Saint and Saintess of a super faction.

Upon hearing this, the two hurriedly replied, "Yes," and retreated to a distance to tidy themselves up.

A quarter of an hour later, Saintess Qian Xi and Saint Son Chen Xun returned to Qin Yan.

Both had changed into clean robes—Saint Son Chen Xun was still wearing that moon-white casual attire of a Temple of Time Saint, which set off his jade-like complexion and handsome, ethereal appearance.

Saintess Qian Xi had changed into a simple and elegant silver dress, which outlined her slender and graceful figure.

The two stood side by side, the man handsome and the woman beautiful.

Only, deep within both of their eyes, there was now an indelible trace of complexity and awe.

"You are both very smart not to have chosen to run away."

Qin Yan looked at the two, a meaningful smile hanging on his lips.

Saintess Qian Xi and Saint Son Chen Xun exchanged a glance, both reading a trace of bitterness in the other's eyes. To be honest, it was not that they hadn't considered taking the opportunity to run.

However, the moment they thought about how the other party dared to let them out of his sight so confidently, they completely lost their nerve.

This composure either meant he was a fool, or he had absolute confidence in his ability to control the situation.

And the Prodigy before them, who had crushed them utterly from start to finish, was clearly no fool.

That left only one possibility: the other party had left behind some tracking method they could not detect within that curse seal, or the curse seal itself contained an even more terrifying Restriction.

Once they attempted to escape, it would trigger even more terrifying consequences. Thinking of this, the two became increasingly wary of the curse seal that Qin Yan had planted in them.

"Tell me, what is this thing, and how do you open it?"

Qin Yan casually took out the dark cyan scroll and swept his gaze back and forth over the two.

"Oh, right—Saint Son Chen Xun, you transmit your answer to me first, and Saintess Qian Xi, you say yours afterward. I hope that the answers you two give later are exactly the same; otherwise, I fear you will have to re-experience the pain from just a moment ago."

The moment Saint Son Chen Xun heard the word "pain," his handsome face instantly turned as pale as paper.

He really did not want to experience that agony—which had caused him to kneel and beg for mercy without even holding out for ten seconds—a second time.

"Yes, Master." Saint Son Chen Xun hurriedly replied respectfully, then immediately transmitted his voice to Qin Yan, explaining in detail.

"Master, this scroll is called the eternal river scroll, and it is a famous temporal supreme treasure from the Space-Time Era..."

Qin Yan and Saint Son Chen Xun went back and forth with questions and answers, and soon Qin Yan had a general understanding of the origin and purpose of this scroll.

To ensure the accuracy of the information, Qin Yan then had Saintess Qian Xi state the same information from beginning to end.

In order not to experience that bone-deep pain again, both gave accurate answers, and the content they described was identical.

"So this scroll is called the eternal river scroll, a life-bound supreme treasure of a True Emperor powerhouse from the Space-Time Era; no wonder it could cause such a heavenly phenomenon."

Qin Yan looked down at the dark cyan scroll in his hand, having gained a general understanding of this treasure in his heart.