Chapter 1137 Ancient Demon Palace
Meeting Yang Haoran's gaze, Xiang Chuan let out a chuckle.
"Brother, I really think you should just hand over this guarding duty to me. If you're truly worried, it's fine if I don't guard the place. You could let me swap with Yao Guozhi, or even with Shui Ling. You know I'm quite good with words, and I'm very confident in my communication skills. If you let me take over Yao Guozhi and Shui Ling's tasks, I promise I'll achieve results that will astound you."
Before Yang Haoran could even speak, Xiang Chuan cheerfully said this to him. The reason he spoke such words to Yang Haoran was that he had already guessed how Yang Haoran intended to arrange things for him, and he disliked this arrangement, thus hoping Yang Haoran would change his mind.
Although he knew it was unrealistic to make Yang Haoran change his decision with just these words, he still wanted to try, even if it was merely a dying struggle.
"Having you take over their tasks would be a waste of your talents," Yang Haoran said with a smile. "You're coming with me to take a look inside this palace."
Yang Haoran said with a smile. Regardless of whether this palace was the Ancient Demon's palace, or if there were treasures within, now that it had appeared, Yang Haoran naturally had to go in and see for himself.
As for why he chose to bring Xiang Chuan and not someone else, it was because this fellow, Xiang Chuan, had barely suffered any injuries in the previous battle. Although there were bloodstains on his body, no wounds were visible, clearly indicating that the blood came from others, not him.
Not only was Xiang Chuan unharmed, but the power fluctuations emanating from him were also very strong. It seemed he hadn't expended much energy in the preceding battle, and thus his internal power was still incredibly abundant. For Yang Haoran, who intended to enter the palace, Xiang Chuan in this state was naturally the first choice.
Even before Yang Haoran spoke, Xiang Chuan had guessed his intentions. He knew that the reason Yang Haoran kept him until last was surely to bring him into the palace. But he didn't want to enter the palace, as it gave off an overwhelmingly eerie aura. He felt that entering it would undoubtedly be dangerous, and even if there were benefits, he didn't want to take the risk, let alone the possibility of there being no benefits at all.
"Brother, you know I only have a tiny bit of strength. If I follow you into the palace, I'm worried my incompetence will only hold you back, ah! Hey, hey, hey. . . you're trying to force me into this!"
Before Xiang Chuan could even finish speaking, Yang Haoran grabbed his arm and shot towards the palace, Xiang Chuan's extremely unwilling shouts trailing behind them.
At this moment, many people had gathered outside the palace. The vast majority of them were from Gu Mo City's various major factions, and there were also some non-ordinary individuals without any sect or faction affiliations, who had also come to join the excitement.
Some individuals from the major factions had already entered the palace. Everyone who had gone inside consisted of high-ranking members and experts from these factions. As for those who remained outside the palace, they were either limited in strength or had special assignments, and thus were left on standby outside, awaiting summons at any time.
Regarding the non-ordinary individuals without sect affiliations, they had not entered the palace. Some remained outside purely due to insufficient strength, not daring to venture in to investigate, lest they lose their lives instead of finding treasure. Others believed their strength was adequate but, considering the unknown dangers within the palace, hesitated, unsure whether to enter or not.
Yang Haoran brought Xiang Chuan to the palace entrance, and all eyes converged upon them. Their expressions varied, yet no one at this moment dared to make a move against either Yang Haoran or Xiang Chuan, and this included the Spiritualists on standby outside the palace.
It wasn't that they didn't want to attack Yang Haoran and Xiang Chuan; they simply didn't dare to. Because the masters of their respective factions had almost all entered the palace interior, how could they, with their limited strength, possibly dare to strike at Yang Haoran? If they did, they would certainly be the ones to die, not Yang Haoran and Xiang Chuan. None of them thought they had lived long enough, so naturally, they wouldn't be foolish enough to proactively attack Yang Haoran.
Not only did they refrain from attacking Yang Haoran, but their hearts were also extremely vigilant, their nerves similarly taut, as they had to guard against Yang Haoran suddenly making a move on them.
Yang Haoran wore a faint smile. He swept his gaze over the various faction members, and anyone caught in his sight couldn't help but inwardly tremble. Although Yang Haoran's smile appeared utterly benevolent, devoid of even a speck of killing intent, they felt a chill in their hearts, as if they had been savagely glared at by a bloodthirsty beast.
Yang Haoran did not attack these people. He merely glanced at them, then immediately withdrew his gaze, only lingering on the Spiritualists for a few extra seconds.
Some grievances would certainly need to be resolved, but not now. Thus, Yang Haoran did not move against these people. After withdrawing his gaze, he turned his attention to the palace's grand entrance.
The palace gate was now in ruins, yet the marks of destruction were strikingly fresh. It seemed the gate hadn't shattered previously, but had been forcibly broken by members of the major factions, which explained the new marks.
Although the gate was ruined, the area above it remained undamaged. Yang Haoran's gaze fell upon this section, and three vivid red characters entered his view.
"Ancient Demon Palace!"
Even though countless years might have passed, these three grand characters remained as crimson as blood, undimmed by time, as if fresh blood had just been poured over them.
These three blood-red characters were clearly the name of this palace.
"It seems Shui Ling wasn't wrong," Yang Haoran said with a faint smile, gazing at the three characters of 'Ancient Demon Palace'. "This palace should indeed be the vanished palace of the Ancient Demon."
Judging by the palace's name, even if this Ancient Demon Palace wasn't the very one the Ancient Demon vanished from, it certainly held a significant connection to the Ancient Demon; otherwise, it wouldn't be named after it. However, he felt that the possibility of this palace being the one the Ancient Demon vanished from was greater.
Yang Haoran didn't hesitate, stepping forward towards the ruined gate. Of course, none of the major faction members present dared to stop him; they could only watch helplessly as he walked towards the entrance.
Seeing this, Xiang Chuan, though unwilling in his heart, had no choice but to shake his head with a wry smile. He then followed closely behind Yang Haoran, not letting too much distance open up between them.
He still didn't know what dangers lay inside the palace, and staying close to Yang Haoran gave him a greater sense of security. After all, Yang Haoran's strength far surpassed his own; what he considered dangerous was mere trifles in Yang Haoran's eyes. Moreover, he believed that if he encountered danger, Yang Haoran would certainly resolve it for him and never turn a blind eye. Thus, sticking close to Yang Haoran was undoubtedly much safer.
The moment their bodies passed through the ruined gate, a deafening crash echoed from ahead. The ground trembled violently, and the palace itself began to sway.
"That's the main hall ahead," Xiang Chuan said aloud. "It sounds like they've started fighting!"
Not far ahead of them was the main hall of this Ancient Demon Palace, and the sudden explosive sound they heard came precisely from there.
Yang Haoran looked at the main hall ahead, and the faint smile on his face couldn't help but recede slightly. The reason for this change in his expression was that he had sensed the unique power fluctuations of the Demon Cult. Beyond the Demon Cult, he had even sensed Corpse Qi.
Aside from the Corpse-Controlling Gate's corpse refiners, living people generally do not emit Corpse Qi. The Corpse Qi Yang Haoran currently sensed was exceedingly potent. If it wasn't due to a powerful figure from the Corpse-Controlling Gate being present, then there must certainly be a very strong zombie within the main hall. The slight fading of his smile was naturally related to this formidable Corpse Qi.
"Heh heh, it seems the situation inside this Ancient Demon Palace is far more complicated than I imagined."
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