Chapter 31

Lin Xian was speechless. He knew Ye Fan was near the Green Emperor's tomb; he even knew Ye Fan was in the Eastern Wilderness and on this Big Dipper star.

The Green Emperor's tomb was so large that the entire Primitive Ruins was one of the former Dao sites of the Green Emperor.

"Clang, clang, clang..."

The golden bell of the Jade Tripod Cave Heaven summoned the disciples. Several Supreme Elders of the Other Shore realm and the Jade Tripod Sect Master soared into the air and shouted: "Cultivators of the Spirit Bridge realm, come with me to the depths of the Primitive Ruins! Heavenly treasures have appeared!"

The Primitive Ruins had shifted. Several Cave Heavens were the closest and were the first batch of sects to receive the news. They acted against the clock, wanting to arrive before others. Even if they couldn't eat meat, they at least had to fight for a sip of soup.

The Yan Kingdom was just a corner of the world, a drop in the ocean in the Eastern Wilderness. Once the news continued to spread, this ruin would surely be flooded with endless cultivators.

By then, Four Extremes masters, Transforming Dragon powerhouses, and even the high-and-mighty Sendai big shots would descend.

The Jade Tripod Cave Heaven would be drinking soup; they wouldn't even have the qualifications to enter.

Streams of divine rainbows soared into the sky, all of the Spirit Bridge realm. There were no Life Spring cultivators because they couldn't keep up with the speed of the Other Shore, and going would be in vain.

The matter was too hasty; the Jade Tripod Sect Master didn't have time to arrange troops, and Lin Xian took the opportunity to mix in.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

The sound of breaking through the air was incessant. Besides the Spirit Ruins Cave Heaven, which occupied a geographical advantage and entered the Primitive Ruins first, the Sect Masters and Supreme Elders of the five major Cave Heavens of the Yan Kingdom had all come.

These Other Shore cultivators didn't have time to communicate. Each one was anxious and rushed into the Primitive Ruins regardless, wanting to drink the first sip of soup. Other Spirit Bridge cultivators followed.

Seeing this, Lin Xian slowed down his escape light, slowed his speed, and let the others protect him in front. Attacking the Green Emperor's tomb in the Wheel Sea realm? Stop joking.

What's the difference between this and a Qi Refining cultivator going to raid a Mahayana dungeon? There's a gap of seven or eight major realms in between. Even a Dragon-Proud-Heaven protagonist wouldn't dare to do this.

Even if the Primitive Ruins were a Yang tomb specifically left by the Green Emperor for his descendants to store opportunities—equivalent to a cenotaph—as long as one bowed to the divine position monument, one would obtain an opportunity.

That was also left for the descendants of the Demon race. If the Human race went to interfere, it was destined to be a narrow escape.

"Old Ma, Holy Land cultivators have come. There is no hope for opportunity; saving your life is the priority."

Lin Xian sent a divine sense transmission to warn Elder Ma Yun, the only one he had a friendship with in the Jade Tripod Cave Heaven, and then turned and fled without the slightest nostalgia.

If you don't cut when you should, you will suffer from the chaos.

Elder Ma Yun looked up in astonishment, and his face suddenly changed. In the distant sky, clouds were rolling and light was shooting everywhere. A huge divine boat forged from divine jade broke through the air and approached rapidly.

"Rumble..."

From another direction, dozens of divine rainbows led the way. Nine desolate ancient beasts resembling Qilin were pulling a jade chariot wreathed in divine mist, riding the clouds and mist, emitting bursts of thunderous sounds as they rushed over.

The Holy Land immortal gates had arrived. The Cave Heaven cultivators probably wouldn't even be able to drink the soup, and they might even lose their lives.

"Old Lin..." Elder Ma Yun flew outward, just about to say some words of thanks, but his divine sense could not detect Lin Xian. He couldn't help but mutter: "This speed of running away is even stronger than the Other Shore."

Lin Xian fled all the way, traversing the battlefield, but he never entered the core area. He was looking for a place similar to Mount Wuzhi, where there was a treasure basin buried by the descendants of the Green Emperor, which could attract treasures to fly toward it.

As long as one stood there, one didn't need to fight; treasures would fall from the sky. It could be called a holy land for free-loading.

After wandering for a long time, Lin Xian lowered his head, and his face suddenly showed joy. He didn't see Ye Fan, but he saw a red-faced fat Daoist. His cultivation was not high, only in the Life Spring realm, but he was holding a psychic weapon in his hand, extremely happy, smiling with a face full of spring breeze, his fat trembling.

"Daoist, you are beaming with joy." Lin Xian stopped his escape light, stood in front of Duan De, and said with a smile: "May I ask your surname?"

"I am surnamed Duan, given name De, called Duan De." Duan De was immediately vigilant, ready to slip away at any time, and tentatively asked: "This senior, what does the little Daoist want to do?"

"Nothing, just seeing that you are beaming with joy and walking like flying, with a wisp of spiritual light surging from your crown, I thought you must be a rare oddity of the ages. May I ask how many years you have been cultivating?"

Lin Xian asked with a smile.

"Time waits for no one. In the blink of an eye, it's been more than twenty years." Duan De sighed, then flattered: "Not as good as you, Senior, whose work has reached the creation, already at the Spirit Bridge realm."

"Bold zombie! I see you are clearly an old corpse that has been cultivating for many years!" Lin Xian suddenly shouted: "I see you, old ghost, dead but not stiff, holding a dagger and murder weapon, you must be going to harm the world."

"This Venerable will take you, this evildoer, today!"

"Senior, forgive me!" Duan De, who had been wandering the world for many years, immediately understood that this was looking for trouble for no reason, aiming at his psychic weapon. He quickly arched his hands and said: "The little Daoist is single-mindedly toward good, has never done evil, and is a solid good person."

"I observe that you, Senior, have a righteous aura and a Daoist bone and immortal style. If this psychic weapon were in your hands, it would surely be carried forward to maintain the righteous path of the world."

"Hahaha..." Lin Xian let out a hearty laugh, stepped forward to hold Duan De's hand, and said kindly: "Just now I didn't open my Heavenly Eye and only saw that you had a rich Yin aura, mistakenly thinking you were a demon or monster. Now that I see you up close, I know that Daoist Duan De is a person."

"What are you saying, Senior?" Duan De cursed inwardly, you damn bastard are also a person.

However, regarding Lin Xian's so-called Heavenly Eye, Duan De was half-believing. He had been conducting archaeological research for many years; if he said he had no Yin aura on him, it would be impossible.

"Source Eye, Martial Dao Heavenly Eye, or some other pupil technique? This place is not suitable for staying long." Duan De gritted his teeth and handed over the psychic weapon with great pain.

"Daoist Duan, have a safe journey. Why don't I see you off?" Lin Xian put away the dagger, smiled slightly, and patted Duan De's shoulder.

"No need!" Duan De shuddered violently, set up a divine rainbow, and flew back in the original direction, cursing in his heart. Why am I so unlucky today to meet such a jinx? Truly that Heavenly Venerable is unscrupulous.

Many psychic weapons had indeed escaped from the Demon Emperor's tomb, with rays of light shooting in all directions. Numerous cultivators were driving divine rainbows, chasing constantly. The sky above this Primitive Ruins was full of light and shadow.

"Swish!"

Duan De used his treasure-hunting methods and had sharp eyes, discovering another wisp of spiritual light flying toward the direction of Mount Wuzhi. A twelve or thirteen-year-old small cultivator had golden threads flashing at his fingertips, quickly cutting open the stone wall and digging out a blood-colored bead. Rays of red mist immediately shot out.

"Hahaha, truly what is lost in the east is gained in the west..."

Duan De was in a great mood, flew over quickly, and said with a smile: "Little friend, we meet again!"

"Damn!" Ye Fan cursed in his heart, grabbed the bead wreathed in red mist, and turned to run. That fat guy had just robbed him of a psychic dagger; he didn't expect to see him again as soon as he turned around.

Truly, enemies are narrow-minded!

"Daoist, please stay." Duan De smiled and stretched out his big hand: "This object has a predestined relationship with this poor Daoist!"

"Daoist, you are bullying people too much." Ye Fan gritted his teeth, wishing he could skin the fat Daoist alive.

"This bead is transformed by demons. Little friend, you can't suppress it. This poor Daoist is doing it for your own good, specifically coming to subdue it." Duan De's face was red and glowing, and he smiled as he stretched out his fat hand, swishing the red bead over.

Ye Fan cursed in his heart and could only say: "Daoist, you have already taken one; leave this one to me."

"Sigh, that psychic weapon just now was snatched away by some heaven-killing person." Duan De said with extreme depression.

"Ah..." Ye Fan was stunned. Looking at Duan De's expression, it didn't look fake, and he couldn't help but laugh. You dead fat guy, you have a day when you get robbed too.

"However, fortunately, there is you, little friend!" Duan De looked at the bead, his depressed expression swept away, and he laughed loudly: "Little friend is truly my lucky star."

Ye Fan's face turned black. Smiles don't disappear; they just transfer.

Two chapters tomorrow, both posted at eight o'clock in the evening.