A Good Romance
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The old ginseng and Rabbit supported Ling Han's decision to enter the depths of the Two Realm Battlefield. They were still hoping that Ling Han would beat up the Netherworld elites and stand up for them.
In this battlefield, there were usually Mountain River Tier and Sun Moon Tier cultivators. Heavenly Body Tier cultivators basically wouldn't appear. Once they did, it meant that the scale of the battle was about to increase.
Though the two Realms had clashed, there hadn't been any major battles in recent years. They were carefully controlled within a controllable range.
On the other hand, whether it was the elites of the Immortal Realm or the Netherworld, it was relatively dangerous to venture deep into the other's territory because the Regulations of heaven and earth were different, which would cause the battle prowess of the elites to drop greatly.
They could only use power, and couldn't use Regulations. In fact, their power might even be suppressed, and the higher their cultivation level, the greater the suppression.
Just like Ling Han now. His power was very strong, but because of the restrictions of his cultivation level, he couldn't comprehend too high-level Regulations. His power clearly surpassed six stars, but his battle prowess could only surpass six stars.
Because as long as the opponent's power was similar to his, but they had grasped higher Regulations of heaven and earth, they could make up for their lack of martial arts techniques, and could even use martial arts techniques to suppress him.
After all, power was only a part of battle prowess.
If an elite of the high extreme of the Heavenly Body Tier from the Immortal Realm went to the Netherworld, perhaps their battle prowess would drop to the medium extreme or even the low extreme. That was really too dangerous.
Precisely because of this, the elites of the two Realms didn't dare to act recklessly. Usually, they would guard one end of the passageway, and kill every elite that came. It was easy and enjoyable.
But for Ling Han, his forte was power, and his cultivation level was still low, so the suppression of the Regulations of the Netherworld wasn't obvious. Thus, even if he entered the Netherworld, he would be very little affected.
Moreover, he had refined the essence of a Demon Master. Though it was only a small portion, Demon Masters represented the strongest power of the Netherworld. As long as he channeled Demonic Qi, he naturally wouldn't be suppressed by the heaven and earth of the Netherworld.
This was a huge advantage.
Ling Han walked in the Two Realm Battlefield. He was adapting to the continuously changing Regulations here, trying his best to integrate himself into the Regulations of the two Realms.
He was equivalent to cultivating the Regulations of both Realms, though the level was still relatively low. However, because his cultivation level was also relatively low, it was just right.
Another ten days later, Ling Han had completely adapted to this place. He was like a fish in water.
Here, regardless of whether they were from the Netherworld or the Immortal Realm, they would all be suppressed to a certain extent. However, Ling Han was not affected at all, and he could still fight at full strength.
However, they hadn't been able to find a single Realm Spirit Stone even after a dozen or so days. This made the old ginseng and Rabbit extremely displeased.
"Too stingy!" the old ginseng grumbled. He took out a dudou and wiped his forehead, as if he was tired. "If I had known that all this would have been for nothing, I would have gone back to change clothes for those girls!"
"Even that Underworld brat hasn't arrived yet!" the rabbit said angrily, its two red eyes radiating a cold light.
Ling Han sat down and planned to eat something.
Even in a place like this, he still couldn't change his foodie habits.
He started a fire, took out the demonic beast meat, and placed it into the pot. Then, he added in the nourishing divine medicine. Very soon, a fragrant aroma wafted out. He was a little rueful. He couldn't hunt demonic beasts here. One bite meant one bite less. What should he do in the future?
"Add another egg. I've heard that eggs are very nourishing." The rabbit held an egg with its claws, and was about to throw it into the pot.
"Grandpa Ginseng likes it!" the old ginseng hurriedly waved his arms. "Before Grandpa Ginseng achieved his Dao, I was almost harmed by the eagle and rabbit. Now, I want revenge!" he howled.
"Do you believe that Grandpa Rabbit will eat you!" the rabbit said fiercely. This old ginseng was actually mocking him again.
Peng!
Ling Han punched out. This rabbit was actually using an egg that he had sunned to cook in the pot.
"Ah!" the rabbit screamed, causing the old ginseng to laugh proudly.
Very soon, the nourishing meat soup was cooked. The three of them hurriedly began to eat. The old ginseng had also been led astray. He hadn't tasted good before, but now, he had become a foodie, and his appetite was very big.
"Brat, what kind of egg is this? It seems to be very impressive!" The rabbit kicked the egg, unwilling to give up its evil desire to eat it.
"Bird egg." Ling Han replied, and then put the egg behind him to prevent it from being kicked by the rabbit. If so, he could only cook it in the pot.
"Good bird or bad bird?" The old ginseng deliberately provoked. He knew that the rabbit hated birds the most, and had often hunted him before he had achieved his Dao.
The rabbit's expression became ugly.
Ling Han was just about to speak, but his heart trembled. He said, "There's an enemy!"
The rabbit and the old ginseng hurriedly dug into the ground, and unceremoniously threw the pot to Ling Han.
If there was a problem, of course there would be someone higher up to handle it. It was unrealistic to want these two to risk their lives.
F * ck!
Ling Han said in his mind. His eyes, however, were fixed on a nearby hill. There, a tall and slender figure had appeared. His hands were clasped behind his back, and his robes fluttered lightly in the breeze.
A creature of the Netherworld!
With a single glance, one could tell that his aura was completely different. That kind of eeriness, that kind of evil, was practically as obvious as a sun.
But what surprised Ling Han was that apart from this aura, this person was completely no different from a human.
He only looked to be in his twenties, and was extremely handsome. Moreover, he was a super handsome man.
"It's him!" Rabbit and the old ginseng raised their hands at the same time to point at that person. "Little Han, it's this bastard!"
Was this the creature of the Netherworld that had chased after Rabbit and the old ginseng, wanting to turn them into rabbit ginseng soup?
"Chop him up!"
"Grandpa Ginseng is going to break his meat diet today, and eat Netherworld human barbecued pork buns!"
Rabbit and the old ginseng both shouted. However, they both retreated even further, and didn't have the slightest intention of charging forward to fight to the death.
The young man from the Netherworld leaped and landed 30 meters in front of Ling Han. A powerful aura radiated from him. He was clearly also at the Sun Moon Tier, yet he gave Ling Han a completely different feeling.
The Immortal Realm possessed the power of creation, while the Netherworld possessed the power of destruction. These were two opposing Regulations of heaven and earth.
"Get out of my way!" the youth rebuked in a low voice. "You don't have the right to die at my hands."
How arrogant!
Ling Han laughed, and said, "Perhaps you do have the right to die at my hands!"
The youth's eyes twitched. Boom, two balls of netherworld fire flashed in his eyes, filled with a frightening might. It was as if they could melt Godly metal no matter how high level it was.
Ling Han's fighting spirit soared. This was a king tier, a king tier of the Netherworld.
A pretty good opponent.
"I am the prince of the Black Dragon Tribe, Ao Ziyun. Who are you?" the youth asked calmly, and the image of a black True Dragon actually soared behind him. It bared its fangs and brandished its claws, exuding a powerful pressure.
Strange!
Ling Han thought. The Netherworld also had the Dragon Tribe, and their surname was Ao? Why did it seem like they were from the same family as the Dragon Tribe of the Immortal Realm?
But the two Realms were opposing each other, so how could they possibly be allied by marriage?
Ling Han smiled calmly, and said, "I am Ling Han!"
"If you can block three moves from me and not die, I will spare your life," Ao Ziyun said coldly.
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