Compared to others, Ye Qingchen indeed appeared more relaxed.

But what they didn't know was that after Ye Qingchen reached the Profound Pill Realm, his perception had increased several times.

Even with his eyes closed, he could see the patterns on every leaf; he could hear the breathing of venomous snakes tens of meters underground; he could feel the direction the breeze was blowing from; he could...

This area was not dangerous, so there was naturally no need to be so tense.

"Should I teach this kid a lesson and send him packing..." The red-haired man couldn't stand Ye Qingchen and whispered to Steward Guo.

"No need!"

Steward Guo shook his head, "Making him retreat is too easy, we just need to quicken our pace and we'll leave him far behind us!"

As soon as he finished speaking,

He waved his long sleeves and transformed into a stream of light, swiftly darting into the forest ahead.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Seeing this, the others were unwilling to fall behind.

Everyone rushed forward with almost no pause, advancing over twenty miles.

"Haha, that kid must have been left in the dust!" The red-haired man laughed heartily, "With his level, he thinks he can interfere in the Martial Arts Arena matters? Where did he find the courage?"

"After all, he is the champion of the Qingzhou Sword Fighting Conference!" Someone chimed in with sarcasm, "Don't underestimate him!"

The surroundings immediately erupted in laughter.

Clearly,

None of them took Ye Qingchen's title seriously.

Just a young kid!

How could he compare with them?

Steward Guo also nodded slightly.

"What?" Just as the red-haired man was about to speak, his eyes suddenly shifted, pupils retracting sharply.

The others also widened their eyes, not daring to believe what they saw.

They saw it.

Ye Qingchen, with his hands behind his back, appeared to be strolling leisurely.

However, with each step he took, he covered five or six zhang, casually following behind them.

"This kid's body technique is something else!"

Steward Guo's eyebrows lifted.

Since they couldn't shake off Ye Qingchen, everyone gave up trying. Besides, they were already in the depths of Youquan Mountain, where danger could strike at any moment, so they had to proceed carefully.

Ye Qingchen naturally didn't care about what others thought.

The Wind-Following Form, one of the four forms of the Stone Wall, encompassed the essence of the Heaven-Stepping Step, equivalent to a top-grade profound-tier body technique. Without the Earth Tier Martial Technique, no one could surpass his speed.

If he got left behind by these people, he might as well find a wall to crash into.

"There's definitely something strange about this mountain!"

Ye Qingchen observed his surroundings as he walked.

He discovered.

The surrounding insects and birds seemed to have vanished, creating a deathly silence.

In the air, a faint black mist lingered.

Even more,

This black mist had some corrosive effect, those trees that came into contact with it were wilting at a speed invisible to the naked eye, exuding an ominous aura everywhere.

"Wait!"

At a certain moment, Ye Qingchen suddenly halted.

"Young Master Ye, what's wrong?" Steward Zhao stopped in his tracks.

The others in front also abruptly halted, all looking at him.

"Something is wrong with this Netherworld Mountain..." Ye Qingchen said.

The eerie feeling emanating from the mountain was growing stronger. It felt like someone was secretly watching them, an unsettling sensation rising in his heart, causing the hairs on his body to stand on end.

Just as he finished speaking, the red-haired man burst out laughing, "Ye Qingchen, I didn't expect you to be so timid. Netherworld Mountain has always been like this, if you're scared, leave early!"

Others also displayed expressions of disdain.

Among those present, each one had fought their way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood; a mere Netherworld Mountain would hardly make them retreat.

To them, only an inexperienced kid like Ye Qingchen would be so easily startled.

"If you're scared, then stay here, we'll go explore first!" Steward Guo also snorted coldly, "Steward Zhao, you brought Ye Qingchen, so stay here with him!"

After saying that,

Not waiting for Ye Qingchen to respond, he continued advancing.

All at once, everyone followed suit.

"Young Master Ye..." Steward Zhao stayed behind, looking somewhat embarrassed.

Ye Qingchen had clearly come to help, yet he was repeatedly excluded by their Martial Arts Arena, and now was outright sent away.

"It's fine!" Ye Qingchen didn't mind, shaking his head, "Steward Zhao, do you trust me?"

Steward Zhao paused, seeing Ye Qingchen's serious expression, and couldn't help but nod, "I trust you!"

"That's great!" Ye Qingchen scanned their surroundings, speaking solemnly, "I suspect, this Netherworld Mountain is a trap, purposefully luring us in..."

"Then?" Steward Zhao was taken aback by his words.

Ye Qingchen said, "Don't worry, we'll stay behind and observe quietly!"

Steward Zhao gave Ye Qingchen a deep look, nodding firmly.

Then,

The two continued onward but soon stopped again.

Because.

Unbeknownst to them, the surrounding black mist had thickened, gradually obscuring their vision.

This black mist, shining with a black sheen, seemed alive, constantly twisting and tearing, as if poisonous snakes were hissing within.

Upon looking up.

Wherever the black mist touched, flowers, grass, and trees all withered, resembling a land of death.

Even more,

The light they looked towards turned increasingly blurry.

Above, despite the blazing sun, the forest seemed shrouded in endless darkness.

"Young Master Ye, what is this?"

Steward Zhao was horrified.

Having traveled across the Cyan Continent for so many years, he had never witnessed such an eerie scene.

Ye Qingchen squinted, about to speak.

Just then.

A sudden gust of fierce wind arrived.

"Roar!"

A pitch-black giant serpent, without any warning, charged out from within the black mist, its ferocious aura surging, fangs like swords, engulfing the air with a rancid wind, lunging directly at Ye Qingchen.

"Hmph!"

Ye Qingchen snorted coldly, lifting his hand and unleashing an invisible force through his palm.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound echoed.

Seeing it,

The serpent's body suddenly caved in seven inches from its head, prominently leaving a palm mark on its back. The massive serpent lost balance and crashed heavily to the ground, silent for good.

Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

Almost immediately,

A chorus of hisses rang out.

Dozens of jet-black giant serpents swiftly slithered from all directions in the mist, soundlessly encircling Ye Qingchen and Steward Zhao.

These serpents, each seven to eight zhang long, were incredibly formidable.

Even more,

Some had developed single horns on their heads and limbs under their bellies, clearly transformed into Yin Dragons.

"Crash!"

In nearly an instant,

Dozens of Yin Dragons charged simultaneously at the two.

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