"Haha, Senior Brother Fu, it looks like you've suffered a setback." After the handsome youth returned to the group, the other two male disciples immediately came up to him with smiles.
The handsome youth could only smile bitterly and shake his head. He waved his hand and said, "This is a long and arduous task. We can't rush it."
"Senior Brother Fu's status is high. His grandmother is the Great Elder of the Divine Sword Sect, and his parents are in charge of the Disciplinary Sword Hall and the Northern Sword Pool respectively. He and Junior Sister Ye are a match."
"That's right. Senior Brother Fu's grandmother is Junior Sister Ye's master's senior sister. It's only right that they get married."
The handsome youth called Senior Brother Fu only smiled and shook his head. When he looked at Ye Xin, his expression was very affectionate.
But what the others did not notice was that in his eyes when he looked at Ye Xin, there was a hint of viciousness.
His name was Fu Heng, and he was the grandson of the gorgeous woman who had spoken to the Sword Saint outside the Sword Hut.
Actually, he did not have many feelings for Ye Xin.
Although she was as beautiful as a fairy, she was gentle and not the type that Fu Heng liked.
Moreover, she was younger than him by a few years, and did not meet the requirements for Fu Heng's love.
The women that Fu Heng liked were voluptuous and shrewish women of the same age. They were completely different from Ye Xin.
However, his grandmother did ask him to get Ye Xin into the book and marry her.
As far as Fu Heng knew, his grandmother's goal was for him to use a secret technique of harvesting yin to nourish yang, and use Ye Xin's extraordinary talent as his own nourishment.
With the Sword Saint watching, it was naturally impossible for him to do it openly.
If it was during the wedding night, it would be a piece of cake.
But Fu Heng learned from his grandmother that his biggest obstacle was a youth called Lin Qian.
Lin Qian and Ye Xin were childhood sweethearts and had been engaged since they were young.
And this Lin Qian was the disciple of the Wanxiang Sect's Emperor who was on the verge of death, the so-called Young Emperor.
All Fu Heng knew about this Young Emperor was that his physical body was very strong. He could fight against a Nirvana Realm martial artist in the Form Yuan Realm, but he could not arm himself with an elemental weapon, so he could not break through to the Nirvana Realm.
Due to the strict control of the Wanxiang Sect, outsiders didn't know much.
The Myriad Elephant Sect's strange action of suddenly suppressing the news seemed to be because the Battle Emperor, Wei Wushuang, had already died of illness.
"Master, the Battle Emperor, is already dead. Even if a guy who doesn't know how to arm himself with an Origin Tool is lucky enough to break through to the Nirvana Realm, he's just a half-cripple. When the time comes, I'll just kill him in the Middle Ancient Ruins." Fu Heng curled up the corners of his mouth, vaguely revealing his killing intent.
Fu Heng learned from his grandmother that the female Sword Saint had once said that Lin Qian would participate in the exploration of the Middle Ages.
Only Nirvana Realm Spirit Martial Artists could participate in the Middle Ancient Ruins. Since Lin Qian wanted to come, then it could be concluded that he had broken through to the Nirvana Realm.
But since he couldn't arm himself with an Origin Tool, even if he broke through to the Nirvana Realm, in Fu Heng's eyes, he was only half a cripple.
As for the strength of his physical body, he could fight against a Nirvana Realm martial artist at the Form Origin Realm?
Which disciple from the Three Sects and Five Groups who came to the Middle Ancient Ruins couldn't do that at the Form Origin Realm?
Suddenly, there was a movement in mid-air that attracted their attention.
Looking over from the top of the tower, they saw a flat-bottomed cloud boat that seemed to be made of wood but was shining with a metallic luster. It appeared from the clouds in the sky and swooped down.
The long-bearded elder from the Coastal Sea Sect and the silver-haired lady's expressions froze when they saw the cloud boat.
Originally, the Victorious Heavens Sect was the only force in the Linhai Prefecture that had a cloud boat. Ever since the Battle Emperor, Wei Wushuang, was severely injured and returned to his hometown, the Myriad Elephant Sect's Sect Master, Qin Wushuang, also had one.
On this cloud boat, there was a radiance of soul power that flowed with the word "Ten Thousand".
The cloud boat landed on the plaza and a door suddenly opened on the side of the boat. Qin Wushuang took the lead and walked out. He cupped his hands and laughed, "Haha, I didn't expect Sect Master Hai and Sect Master Mei to arrive first."
"Sect Master Qin!" The white-bearded elder from the Coastal Sea Sect and the silver-haired lady from the Divine Sword Sect also cupped their hands and greeted him.
The white-bearded elder's name was Hai Haiyun, and he was from the same generation as Qin Wushuang's master!
The silver-haired lady was the Divine Sword Sect's female Sword Saint's junior sister and the current Sect Master, Mei Yuexia!
After greeting each other, the Sect Masters also looked behind Qin Wushuang.
Not only the two Sect Masters, but the disciples behind them also looked over curiously.
Among them, the most nervous one was Ye Xin.
"Is this the entrance to the Middle Ages Ruins?" Behind Qin Wushuang, six disciples wearing cloaks embroidered with the word "Ten Thousand" walked down from the cloud boat, and the leader asked.
"That's right. Once the door opens, we can enter the ruins." Qin Wushuang smiled and nodded at Lin Qian, who was walking at the front.
Lei Qian and the other four, who were following closely behind, looked around curiously, except for Ding Zhirong.
"Why don't you seem curious at all?" Zhao Haiming was very curious when he saw Ding Zhirong's expression.
Ding Zhirong laughed coldly and said, "When I accepted the sect's mission and went out to train, I've already seen it."
"If you've seen it, then so be it. Why are you laughing coldly?"
"It's none of your business. Let's fight if you're unhappy."
Seeing that the two of them were about to fight, Lin Qian pushed them away and said, "What's the point of fighting among yourselves in front of outsiders? Are you going to make a fool out of yourselves?"
After Lin Qian finished speaking, Ding Zhirong and Zhao Haiming turned their heads at the same time.
After putting away the cloud boat, Qin Wushuang, who was walking over, laughed bitterly and said, "These two brats are really restless."
Seeing such a situation, Tsunami Cloud's expression did not change. Instead, he asked the youth with a ponytail, who was closest to him, "Yang Guangen, did you see anything?"
The ponytailed youth named Yang Guangen had a serious expression on his face as he nodded silently. "Zhao Haiming, the strongest in the Myriad Sect's inner sect, and Ding Zhirong, who has made a name for himself in the outside world, seem to be extremely respectful towards that young man."
"First stage of the Nirvana Realm, sixteen or seventeen years old. I'm afraid he's the Young Emperor Lin Qian."
"From the looks of it, this Lin Qian is not as simple as he seems."
After listening to Yang Guangen's words, Tsunami Cloud nodded silently. "After entering the ruins, take your junior brothers and sisters with you and prioritize training. It's best to avoid any conflict with anyone, especially this Lin Qian."
"Little Qian …"
Suddenly, an uncertain voice called out from behind Lin Qian, who had just pushed Ding Zhirong and Zhao Haiming away.
Lin Qian turned around and saw a figure that had haunted his dreams.
The young girl's cheeks were red as she nervously looked at him, as if she was unsure of something.
Her pure white dress complemented her elegant temperament. Her long black hair draped over her back, making her look like a girl who had descended from the heavens. Her beauty was enough to cause the downfall of a city.
Lin Qian took a few steps forward. Under everyone's gaze, he confidently spread out his arms and lightly snorted. "Hmm?"
The familiar movements, the familiar face, and the familiar tone of his voice caused Ye Xin to feel both surprised and shy. Her entire face was flushed red.
Even so, Ye Xin still threw herself at him and allowed Lin Qian to embrace her.
This beautiful and warm scene, Lin Qian remembered that it would cause an unparalleled critical strike to a creature in his previous life. This creature was …
A single dog!
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