The Burial Ground and the Nan Clan's Three Ancestors

Nan Xueqing ahead, her fingers unconsciously digging into her palms, blood slowly seeping out, but she seemed oblivious.

Those around her noticed her unusual behavior and called out softly with concern, "Xue Qing?"

Nan Xueqing back to reality, a forced smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

The man comforted her, saying, "Don't be sad. With your skills, you'll definitely be number one next time."

Divine Son Hall

A subtle ripple suddenly appeared in the space. Nan Xunran raised his eyes and saw Nan Yao sitting gracefully in mid-air, with wisps of tiny ripples spreading beneath her.

Her long skirt cascaded down like a waterfall, stretching all the way to the ground, every inch of it shimmering with a magnificent luster.

Nan Xunran called out, "Eighth Elder."

Nan Yao rose gracefully and descended from mid-air.

The cascading skirt seemed to possess a spirit, wrapping itself around her slender waist and transforming into a skirt that perfectly covered her legs, further accentuating her graceful figure.

"Xiao-Ran." Nan Yao parted her lips slightly, her voice soft and gentle.

Nan Xunran's gaze was cold as he calmly asked, "What brings the Eighth Elder here?"

Nan Yao waved her hand lightly and said coquettishly, "Oh dear, it's been so long! Can't I even come to see you?"

Nan Xunran simply looked at her quietly, his eyes deep.

Seeing this, Nan Yao waved her hand helplessly, her expression suddenly becoming serious. She said solemnly, "We've found the Burial Ground."

Upon hearing this, Nan Xunran paused slightly, then asked in a calm tone, "Whom does Father intend to send?"

Nan Yao's eyes sparkled as she said in a sweet voice, "Me, along with the three patriarchs and several elders."

After saying that, she looked at Nan Xunran with brimming eyes and asked, "Xiao-Ran, would you like to come along?"

The Burial Ground was an extremely dangerous place; one of the Yin Clan's ancestors had perished there.

In this place, those with high cultivation levels may not be able to emerge unscathed, while those with low cultivation levels may not necessarily die.

There was once a cultivator at the Divine Ability Realm who emerged alive from the Burial Ground, but he had no memory of anything he had experienced there, as if it had been completely erased.

Rumor has it that a mysterious being, surpassing even the Immortal Emperor, resides within the Burial Ground.

Nan Xunran nodded slightly and replied, "Okay."

Nan Yao smiled sweetly and said softly, "With us by your side to protect you, you don't need to worry at all."

Upon Nan Xunran's lips curled up slightly.

Nan Yao waved her slender hand lightly and said, "Let's go, we still need to discuss the selection of the Ancestor and Elders."

Nan Xunran nodded slightly, his expression indifferent.

Nan Yao turned back, her beautiful eyes filled with affection. "Xiao-Ran, we will depart for the Burial Ground in two days."

Nan Xunran responded softly, "Mm."

Two days later

Burial Ground

All eyes turned to the lake, where a group of people, sent by other powerful families to investigate, had gathered at a distance.

The Nan Clan made no attempt to keep a low profile this time, yet even with their high profile, other powerful families dared not attempt to force their way in.

Those who came to investigate merely observed from a distance, daring not to approach at all.

Nan Yao frowned slightly, her slender fingers gently resting on her brow, and asked in confusion, "The Burial Ground is underwater?"

The Grand Elder, his expression grave, slowly said, "The underwater passage is merely a connecting passage to the Burial Ground."

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked at a person who looked like a little girl.

She floated lightly in mid-air and whispered to Nan Xunran, "Xiao-Ran, take these."

As she spoke, she stuffed a bunch of ritual implements into his hands, her hands busy, "No one knows the situation at the Burial Ground, so it's better to have extra implements just in case."

Nan Xunran slightly, his robes fluttering gently in the breeze, and calmly accepted the gift.

Seeing Nan Xunran accept the magical artifact, the First Elder respectfully looked at Nan Gui, bowed slightly, and asked in a low voice, "Fourth Ancestor, when shall we enter?"

Nan Gui turned his gaze to Nan Xunran and asked gently, "Xiao-Ran, when will you come in?"

Nan Xunran raised his sleeve, his tone indifferent. "Immediately."

Behind the two, Nan Qingyuan smiled, raised her hand and took out a pile of pills, which emitted a faint halo, and said softly, "Xiao-Ran, take these."

Nan Xunran slightly to the side and reached out to take it.

Just then, a man reeking of alcohol staggered over.

His steps were unsteady, his body swaying, as he handed Nan Xunran a few somewhat worn-out magical artifacts, saying vaguely, "Ran'er, these will do; these are all the magical artifacts I have."

Nan Gui frowned slightly, saying with a hint of disdain, "Fifth brother, you really have something to offer? You dare to give away just these few?"

Nan Feng swayed his body, his loose clothes swaying with him, and replied nonchalantly, "Why should I be embarrassed? Ran'er so capable, why would she care about my meager possessions?"

Nan Qingyuan narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly and chuckled, "Fifth Brother, did you perhaps take all your magical artifacts to exchange for spirit wine with the Jingyi Hall?"