Chapter 114

"Did you get any good things in the ruins..."

Hua Qingshui swept his gaze over everyone with a smile, that wrinkled face full of profound meaning, "I heard that there are quite a few spiritual herbs remaining in these ruins."

Hearing this, everyone shook their heads tacitly, saying in unison: "No..."

Jiang Ye and Zheng Feng looked at each other even more tacitly, simultaneously revealing a look of regret on their faces, as if they had truly gained nothing.

Zheng Hui on the side rolled her eyes secretly; she suddenly discovered that Elder Jiang and her brother were both so good at pretending.

Hua Qingshui seemed to have expected everyone's reaction long ago, not asking much more, merely nodding with a smile.

His gaze turned around everyone's faces, finally landing on Jiang Ye, his tone carrying a bit more praise: "Elder Jiang, I heard that you displayed great divine power and killed an Embracing the Pill Realm elder of the Cold Sword Sect."

Jiang Ye responded with a calm expression: "The people from the Cold Sword Sect wanted to kill our Profound Heaven Sect people, so Jiang could only take action. I couldn't just watch my own disciples being bullied."

Seeing Jiang Ye's calm and unruffled appearance, Hua Qingshui nodded slightly, a trace of appreciation flashing in those turbid old eyes:

"Hmm, well done."

He paused, then added another sentence: "That bunch from the Cold Sword Sect should also know that our Profound Heaven Sect is not to be trifled with."

In fact, as early as when they came over, Jiang Ye had already felt that those elders of the Cold Sword Sect were all looking at him with killing intent.

"Oh? Only six people left?"

Jiang Ye glanced at the crowd from the Cold Sword Sect with a calm expression, a flash of strange color on his face.

The Cold Sword Sect had sent a total of eight Embracing the Pill Realm martial artists this time.

Among them, that fat elder Zhou Feng died at his hands, so that was one less.

Jiang Ye recalled the Cold Jade Beads that the purple-robed person had thrown out initially, thinking to himself that the missing elder had mostly died at the hands of the purple-robed person.

That devil's means were eerie, killing without a trace; it was not strange for an Embracing the Pill Realm martial artist to fall into their hands.

Once he thought of the purple-robed person, Jiang Ye's gaze swept obscurely toward a certain person in the field, withdrawing it in just an instant, his expression remaining calm and unruffled.

At this time.

Zheng Feng walked to Hua Qingshui's side with an excited face, his voice rising by a few degrees: "Elder Hua, Bai Laosan among the 'Six Devils of Yunling' has already been taken down by Elder Jiang!"

As he spoke, he took a piece of gauze stained red with blood from his bosom and unfolded it carefully.

Inside was wrapped a residual blood clot; on the front of that blood clot, a long, narrow scar like a centipede was clearly visible, shocking to the eye.

This was exactly what Zheng Feng had picked up from that pool of blood foam earlier; that iconic scar on Bai Laosan's face had now become ironclad proof of his execution.

Hearing this, everyone was suddenly stunned, their gazes falling in unison on the bloody gauze in Zheng Feng's hand.

That long, narrow scar like a centipede was Bai Laosan's trademark; anyone who had mixed in Yunling Prefecture recognized it.

Xie Tang couldn't help but have the corners of his eyes twitch a few times.

So this was the 'some small matter' that Elder Jiang and Zheng Feng had just mentioned...

"Elder Jiang is truly hiding his light under a bushel!"

Xie Tang spoke first, his tone full of exclamation: "First killing an elder of the Cold Sword Sect, and now taking care of Bai Laosan of the 'Six Devils of Yunling'!"

"Those dregs and the evil people of the Seven Kill Sect have indeed mixed into the ruins."

Elder Zhao of Thick Earth Peak said in a low voice, a bit of emotion appearing on that face which was as steady as a mountain: "Elder Jiang's action can be called eliminating harm for the people."

Elder Sun of Green Wood Peak stroked his beard, nodding repeatedly: "Bai Laosan has done evil in Yunling Prefecture for many years, his hands stained with bloody crimes, causing many families to be broken and people to die. His execution today is very satisfying!"

The two elders of Jin Chen Peak were even more silent, unable to help but look at Jiang Ye two more times, the expressions in the depths of their eyes complex.

Jiang Ye smiled calmly and said: "You all praise me too much; this old man also owes it to True Disciple Zheng that I was able to take down this Bai Laosan."

Hearing this, a trace of gratitude flashed in the depths of Zheng Feng's eyes.

He knew that Jiang Ye wanted to share some of the credit with him.

Hua Qingshui nodded with satisfaction and said: "Although this Bai Laosan is only a Transformation of Force martial artist, his evil deeds are not small, and the blood on his hands is more than many Embracing the Pill Realm martial artists. Since you were able to eliminate this evil bandit, this old man will help you request credit after returning to the sect!"

"Many thanks, Elder Hua."

Jiang Ye and Zheng Feng thanked him in unison.

Hua Qingshui waved his hand and said with a smile: "No need to thank me; this is what you deserve."

His gaze turned toward that unmoved stone door, a flash of bright light in his eyes, "But for now... let's think about how to open this door first."

Hearing this, everyone's gaze fell on that ancient stone door.

The people from the Cold Sword Sect were still tossing about there, palm winds and fist force, taking turns to go up.

That stone door remained unmoved.

"If this continues, it won't work!"

That thin elder of the Cold Sword Sect withdrew his palm, his eyebrows twisted into a knot, fine beads of sweat already seeping out on his forehead.

"I'm afraid even if we use up all our true qi, we won't be able to open this stone door!"

Another person withdrew their hand, their expression ugly.

"Yes! The people from the Profound Heaven Sect are still watching us like tigers, we must reserve some strength!"

Someone reminded in a low voice, their gaze scanning vigilantly toward the direction where the Profound Heaven Sect group was located.

"Zhou Feng is dead, Wei Zhu is missing... I suspect Wei Zhu also met with a poisonous hand from the Profound Heaven Sect!"

Once these words were spoken, the expressions of the few from the Cold Sword Sect became even gloomier, their gazes lingering on Jiang Ye for a moment, full of wariness and hatred.

"Stop for now!"

The leading elder said in a low voice, his tone full of unwillingness, yet knowing that continuing to consume energy was just futile.

After the few discussed it, they took their disciples and retreated to the side, giving up the open space in front of the stone door.

They looked at the Profound Heaven Sect group with vigilant faces, especially staring fixedly at Jiang Ye.

"It looks like they can't toss anymore."

Hua Qingshui glanced at the Cold Sword Sect group that had retreated to the side with a smile, waving his hand slowly: "It's our turn now."

The group followed Hua Qingshui and walked to the front of the stone door unhurriedly.

However, no one was in a hurry to take action.

After all, they had also seen that ordinary attacks had no effect on this stone door at all.

"Worthy of being the ruins of the previous dynasty; just the material of this door makes it difficult for this old man to distinguish."

Hua Qingshui placed one hand on the stone door, gently stroking the cold stone surface, sighing softly.

In those turbid old eyes of his, a rare trace of solemnity emerged.

Jiang Ye examined the stone door carefully, his gaze sweeping over those complex patterns and landing on rows of peculiar characters.

Those characters were winding and crooked, like tadpoles swimming, and also like the footprints of birds and beasts, different from any characters he had ever seen.

He raised his eyebrows slightly and asked Zheng Feng on the side:

"True Disciple Zheng, do you know what these characters are?"

Zheng Feng looked up, staring at those characters for a good while, his eyebrows knitting tighter and tighter, finally shaking his head:

"These should be ancient scripts from before the previous dynasty; I don't recognize them either..."

He paused, adding somewhat shamefully: "I did see some scripts from the previous dynasty when I was in Linzhou, but these are even more ancient than the previous dynasty; it is truly impossible to identify them."

Just at this moment, a light and melodious voice came from behind, like a clear spring in a mountain stream, tinkling:

"This little girl knows a little bit about ancient scripts; I wonder if I might step forward to take a look?"

Everyone looked toward the source of the sound, only to see a graceful purple figure walking over slowly; it was none other than Yang Han.

She stood more than ten meters away from the crowd, a smile of just the right degree on her beautiful face, neither humble nor arrogant, generous and decent.

The purple dress glowed with a faint luster in the dim light of the stone cave, setting her off like a figure walking out of a painting.

Everyone's line of sight gathered on her instantly, their expressions different.

This eldest young lady of the Yang family, the number one beauty of Yunling Prefecture, was the focus wherever she went.

Yang Han smiled faintly, her voice soft, neither hurried nor slow: "Just now, the people from the Cold Sword Sect were gathered by the door, so this little girl didn't dare to step forward; seeing all of you from the Profound Heaven Sect, this little girl feels much more at ease."

Hua Qingshui looked at Yang Han with profound meaning, that old face still in a smiling manner, unable to see joy or anger: "It's the little girl from the Yang family; this old man hasn't seen you for some years, to think you've grown up to be so spirited."

As he spoke, he waved his hand casually: "If you want to see, come up and look."

"This little girl thanks Elder Hua."

Yang Han bowed slightly with great etiquette, then moved her lotus steps, walking forward slowly.

Her steps were light, her skirt like water, every step carrying a kind of natural charm.

"Miss Yang, you can come over here."

Zheng Feng hurriedly stepped aside to make an empty space, a rare trace of awkwardness appearing on that delicate and handsome face.

"Many thanks, True Disciple Zheng!"

Yang Han walked with a smile between Zheng Feng and Jiang Ye, the corner of her eyes sweeping faintly over Jiang Ye, only to find the old man looking at her with a playful expression.

A flash of strange color passed through the depths of her eyes, and she quickly withdrew her gaze, letting her line of sight fall on the peculiar characters on the stone door, beginning to study them in detail.

She looked extremely seriously, frowning from time to time, nodding from time to time, that beautiful face full of concentration.

Zheng Hui on the side was full of intoxication, looking at Yang Han with blurred eyes, an exclamation in her heart: "How can someone smell so good... is she the reincarnation of a flower fairy..."

People eat grains and cereals; no matter how cleanly they wash, it is difficult to avoid having a trace of scent.

However, on Yang Han, she could not smell even a wisp of miscellaneous odor.

That fragrance was clear, secluded, and elegant, neither thick nor strong, yet refreshing to the heart, making one feel relaxed and happy upon smelling it.

As she watched, her gaze moved subconsciously from Yang Han's face downward, landing on that slender waist that could be held in one hand, then sliding down further, landing on that rounded and pert curve.

She stared at it for a good while, and a very bold thought suddenly popped into her mind, unable to help but mutter in her heart:

"Has she never farted in her life..."