Chapter 299

One was a fair-skinned young man in white robes, holding a fan, peerlessly handsome.

The other was a stunning woman clad in a yellow dress, expression calm, wielding no weapon whatsoever.

From the moment she appeared, she stunned everyone's eyes.

There was no other reason—this woman was simply too beautiful the instant she appeared. The young man said coolly: "I am Xun Yan."

At these words, everyone's pupils shrank slightly.

He was Xun Yan, the Saint Son of Yaoguang Holy Land, ranked second among the Four Great Sacred Grounds.

Rumor had it that this youth had already become a Martial Saint by age thirty.

Now, after countless years had passed, his realm was surely at least Three Turns.

Beside Xun Yan was likewise the Saintess of Yaoguang Holy Land, Zhen Yiyi.

It was said her hidden weapons were mastered to perfection, capable of slipping through space to strike foes from extreme distances.

When she last acted, she was already a Three-Turn Martial Saint.

Now, what realm she had reached was unknown.

Di Qiankun frowned—Yaoguang Holy Land had sent both Saint Son and Saintess.

If it were another faction, it would be no great matter.

But if it was Yaoguang Holy Land, it was indeed troublesome.

For the Immortal Empire enjoyed close ties with Yaoguang Holy Land.

Especially since the Empire had once received great favors from Yaoguang Holy Land.

Thus, Di Qiankun found himself in a bind.

Seeing this, Xun Yan frowned at Di Qiankun: "Brother Di, I cannot enter?"

Di Qiankun recalled his father's words and replied firmly: "Apologies, internal unrest demands attention—I cannot admit anyone for now."

Xun Yan frowned: "You're certain?"

Di Qiankun gritted his teeth: "Certain."

Xun Yan sneered: "Fine. I'll remember this."

Di Qiankun pretended not to hear.

After all, before the Undying Medicine, any friendship meant nothing.

Di Qiankun would not let any Martial Saint enter today, no matter what.

The leaders of other sects also frowned—damn Di Qiankun, refusing everyone.

Now, entering the Immortal Empire's territory would be difficult.

Perhaps they'd have to pay a price.

For a moment, they began to ponder.

Then, they quickly saw a boy walking toward Tian Cheng, right before everyone's eyes.

Everyone was stunned—who was this fool with no sense of his own limits?

Did this idiot truly think he could just walk into Tian Cheng?

They scrutinized him closely, then stared blankly—this man was none other than Xu Chen.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

Was Xu Chen insane, or had they all misseen?

Only to hear Xu Chen, under the gaze of ten thousand eyes, walk straight to the gates of Tian Cheng.

He raised his eyes and said coolly: "Open the gate. Let me in."

Di Qiankun blinked, then roared in fury: "Are you taking me for a fool, or are you the fool yourself?"

Damn it, strutting over like this is an insult.

Do you really think I'll let you in?

The leaders of the other factions first blinked, then burst into cold laughter.

Xu Chen must truly have lost his mind this time.

Didn't you see even Yaoguang Holy Land, allied with the Immortal Empire, can't enter?

You and Di Qiankun have a terrible relationship—how could you possibly get in?

Ye Xuan sneered: "Xu Chen, you actually think you can get in? That's hilarious." Yang Han, Zhao Wuji, and Luo Qianshang smirked: "Daring to strut like this—let's see how you humiliate yourself next."

The Immortal Pavilion members wore outright mockery—hmm, this was interesting. Xu Chen's expression remained calm: "Di Hanzhi invited me to treat her illness—her symptoms have worsened lately. I advise you to let me in; if she dies because of your refusal, the consequences are on you."

At this moment, he remembered clearly: in the original text, Di Hanzhi had recovered, but publicly claimed she was still ill.

Di Cangqiong's performance had also been one of desperate but unsuccessful efforts.

Di Qiankun snorted: "You treated Di Hanzhi before, but only superficially—what use are you?" Everyone found it amusing—Xu Chen was delusional, thinking this lie would work?

Xu Chen was about to continue his deception when, in the next instant, a figure appeared atop the walls of Tian Cheng.

Her face was pale, yet her beauty was breathtaking.

She looked like a stunningly beautiful sickly maiden.

She carried the unmistakable aura of a Princess.

Who else could she be but Di Hanzhi?

The moment she appeared, she drew the gaze of most.

Everyone wondered—Di Hanzhi and Zhen Yiyi were nearly equal in beauty.

To win even one of them, they'd gladly sacrifice a hundred years of life!

At that moment, Di Hanzhi spoke: "Let Xu Chen in. I need his help to treat my illness."

"Whoa!"

At these words, the crowd instantly erupted in uproar.

Holy crap! It's actually true.

They had just thought Xu Chen had gone mad.

After all, how could Xu Chen possibly have any connection with Di Hanzhi?

But who could have expected Di Hanzhi to appear personally and even ask Xu Chen for help with her own mouth!

It's simply unbelievable!

Di Qiankun said coldly, "The illness can be treated by someone else; he is not needed..."

Di Hanzhi said, "It must be Xu Chen. His Spiritual Qi carries Life Force; others won't do." Di Qiankun gritted his teeth; those words were indeed correct.

Therefore, Di Qiankun said, "Hmph! Treating the illness is fine, but once the illness is cured, Xu Chen must leave immediately."

Xu Chen said cheerfully, "No problem."

Once he enters inside, who will let you, Di Qiankun, have a say?

Leave? That's not happening.

Afterwards, before the stunned gazes of the crowd, he swaggered right into Tian Cheng.

The geniuses outside Tian Cheng looked at Xu Chen and were completely dumbfounded.

Damn it, why is it always Xu Chen who gets the upper hand!

Holy crap! This is really too outrageous!