62: Chapter 62 The Shameless Fat Taoist Priest! Goodbye Ye Hei! The Heart of the Demon Emperor!

Original Ruins.

At this moment, the fat Taoist's small, mung-bean-like eyes were flashing with sharp light.

He was staring fixedly at the bronze mirror in Ye Fan's arms and the dagger in Pang Bo's hand.

"Two young friends."

The fat Taoist rubbed his hands together, revealing what he considered to be a kind smile.

"This poor Taoist is Duan De, just passing through. I see that your foreheads are darkened; I fear a bloody disaster is imminent."

"Especially those two lethal weapons in your hands; their Evil Qi is too heavy. With your current cultivation, you simply cannot suppress them and will instead be harmed by them. Why not let this poor Taoist suppress them for you?"

Ye Fan and Pang Bo exchanged a glance.

Why did these lines sound so familiar?

Isn't this the legendary charlatan swindler's routine?

Ye Fan blinked his large eyes, putting on an air of innocent naivety.

"Taoist Grandpa, are you telling the truth? But I just picked up this mirror to look at my face; where is there any Evil Qi?"

As he spoke, he even took out the bronze mirror and waved it around.

When Duan De saw the bronze mirror, his eyes went straight.

"Oh my, young friend, be careful! This is a sentient Spirit Treasure weapon, containing infinite Evil Qi. It is truly too dangerous. Quickly, give it to me, lest you hurt yourself!"

Duan De reached out to grab it as he spoke.

Just as his hand was about to touch the bronze mirror...

"Pang Bo, do it!"

Ye Fan suddenly shouted.

Pang Bo, who had long been prepared, suddenly lunged. The seemingly ordinary dagger in his hand instantly thrust out, heading straight for Duan De's fleshy palm.

At the same time, Ye Fan also swung the bronze mirror in his hand, smashing it hard toward Duan De's forehead.

These two seemingly harmless "bratty kids" were each more ruthless than the other in their strikes.

"Holy crap! Infinite Celestial Worthy!"

Duan De let out a strange cry, clearly not expecting these two little brats to be so ferocious.

His body slid backward like a ghost, narrowly avoiding the lethal strike.

"Good boys! I, the Taoist Master, kindly try to help you, and you actually try to murder your own hus—... bah, murder this Taoist Master?"

Duan De was so angry his nose went crooked.

He, Duan De, had traversed the cultivation world for many years and seen all kinds of storms. Today, he had nearly capsized at the hands of two little kids.

"You little brats, it seems if I don't show you some color, you won't know how many eyes Lord Ma has!"

Duan De rolled up his sleeves, preparing to give these two bratty kids a lesson.

Just then.

Rumble!

A deafening roar suddenly echoed from the sky.

The entire Original Ruins shook violently, as if a magnitude ten earthquake had occurred.

Duan De's movements froze, and he suddenly looked up.

High in the heavens, a golden road wound down like a divine dragon, and a terrifying pressure instantly enveloped a hundred-mile radius.

That aura was too powerful, like an abyss or an ocean, making one's Soul tremble.

"Mama mia!"

Duan De let out a strange cry, his face turning deathly pale in an instant.

As someone who spent his years digging up graves and tombs, his perception of such dangerous auras was extremely keen.

"Where did this old monster come from? This pressure... a Dao-Cutting King? No, even stronger!"

"The wind is tight! Bolt!"

Without another word, Duan De turned to run.

All the Cultivators present, whether they were Elders of the Lingxu Cave-Heaven or Yao Race experts hidden in the shadows...

...were all looking at the sky in terror, shivering one by one, not even daring to breathe loudly.

Before this pressure, they felt as insignificant as ants.

However.

Before Duan De could even take two steps.

A figure appeared out of thin air right in front of him.

White clothes as pure as snow, black hair like a waterfall.

Ye Xuan looked at the fat Taoist, who was about to flee, with a faint, knowing smile.

"Taoist Master, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Ye Xuan's voice was calm, yet it exploded in Duan De's ears like a clap of thunder.

Duan De skidded to a halt, looking up at the impossibly handsome young man in front of him and the two women with terrifying auras behind him.

Especially that stunning woman in the green dress.

"Peak of the Four Poles? And Demonic Qi?!"

Duan De felt his calves turning to jelly.

"Senior?!"

Just then, two cries of surprise rang out.

Ye Fan and Pang Bo poked their heads out from behind a bluestone. Seeing Ye Xuan, they jumped up in excitement.

Although there were a few more people around Ye Xuan, they recognized that familiar temperament and the iconic white clothes at a glance.

"Senior! It really is you!"

Ye Fan ran over, his face full of excitement.

"I thought you had just dumped us here and left us alone!"

Ye Xuan glanced at the two of them. Seeing that although they were covered in dust, their spirits were high, he nodded with satisfaction.

"It seems you two have been doing quite well."

After saying that, he turned his head and looked again at Duan De, who was already so scared he was pressed against a wall.

Ye Xuan extended a finger and tapped lightly.

Buzz!

A streak of golden Divine Power instantly transformed into a cage, pinning Duan De firmly in place.

"Taoist Master."

Ye Xuan stepped forward and patted Duan De's fleshy cheek.

"Bullying children isn't a good habit."

"And..."

Ye Xuan pointed at Ye Fan and Pang Bo.

"These two are under my protection."

Duan De's face instantly soured like a bitter melon.

He looked at Ye Xuan's unfathomable eyes, then at the cold-eyed Yao Race woman beside him.

Duan De knew he had kicked a steel plate this time.

"A misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding, Senior!"

Duan De cried out with a long face, loudly begging for mercy.

"This poor Taoist really just saw that these two young friends have extraordinary skeletons and innate talent, so I was moved by a desire to nurture talent and wanted to take them as disciples! I absolutely had no ill intent!"

"Take them as disciples?"

Ye Xuan smiled.

"I think you wanted to take their treasures, didn't you?"

Duan De gave a dry laugh, his eyes darting around as he tried to think of a way to fabricate an excuse to escape.

Just then.

Boom!

In the distance, from deep within those long-silent ruins, a Five-Colored Divine Light suddenly erupted toward the sky.

The light was dazzling and brilliant, instantly illuminating the entire night sky.

Following that, a grand ancient palace slowly rose from the roiling magma.

The ancient palace was constructed entirely of Five-Colored Divine Jade, crystal clear and translucent. It was covered in ancient Dao Patterns, emitting an aura of a Great Emperor that made all living beings want to prostrate in worship.

The Demon Emperor's Tomb has opened!

Thump!

Thump!

Thump!

A dull and powerful heartbeat echoed from deep within that ancient palace.

Every beat was like heavenly thunder striking a drum, making the surrounding mountain Peaks shake.

The low-level Cultivators present saw their faces turn deathly pale. Many even spat out a mouthful of blood, clutching their hearts as they fell to the ground groaning in pain.

That heartbeat was too terrifying, as if it were going to make their own hearts burst along with it.

"That is..."

Yan Ruyu suddenly clutched her chest, her exquisite face full of excitement and longing.

She stared fixedly at the rising ancient palace, her voice trembling.

"Senior..."

"I sense it..."

"That is the ancestor's heart!"

"The demon emperors heart!"

Ye Xuan turned around, looking at the ancient palace emitting Five-Colored Divine Light, a sharp glint in his eyes.

"Has it finally come out?"

He ignored the still-wailing Duan De and instead nodded to Yan Ruyu.

"Go. That is your Opportunity."

"Whoever dares to obstruct you, kill them without mercy."

Hearing this, Yan Ruyu nodded, her face full of excitement.

With the Senior Group Leader here, who could stop her from reclaiming her ancestor's legacy?