Reporting on the Ruins, One Month (Third Update)

The gathering had gone on late, and everyone had already arranged their transport for the next day. Under Liu Qing'er's hospitality, they stayed the night, and early the next morning, they took their leave one after another, preparing to head off.

As the host, Liu Qing'er didn't hesitate. With a wave of her hand, she sent several luxury cars to see them off.

Half an hour later, Gu Chen got out of the car and boarded the high-speed rail back.

After returning to his place in Coastal City, Gu Chen casually sent a message in the group chat to let Liu Qing'er know he was home. Ye Zhen, Li Xingming, Wang Xiaoai, and Fang Xiu also reported their safe arrivals one by one.

Once the group friends learned the news about the Wu Ming Ruins, the first thing they did upon returning was tell their respective Transforming Strength masters.

"Master! I've stumbled upon a huge opportunity! I snatched a Fragmented Ancient Scroll from a few grave robbers. It records a place called the 'Wu Ming Ruins.' According to the scroll's hints, it seems to hide a Human Immortal Martial Dao cultivation method from five or six hundred years ago, touching on supernatural traits. How does that saying go—a little cow meeting a big bull—it's freaking awesome!"

The muscle-bound brute Wang Xiaoai rushed into the secret chamber, eagerly reporting to his master, Wang Tianba.

"Oh, finally showing some promise, learning to snatch things. So where's the stuff?!"

Faced with Wang Tianba's question, Wang Xiaoai's face stiffened, and he spoke hesitantly, "Well, that thing was grabbed by a few of us together. We've agreed to go explore the Wu Ming Ruins together next month..."

Before Wang Xiaoai could finish, Wang Tianba, who was sitting cross-legged meditating on Pillaring Grandmaster-level blood and Internal Force, flung him out.

"Get lost! You don't even have the thing in hand, and you're this excited? Wait until next month..."

On the other side, Li Xingming also found his Transforming Strength master, Yang Chan, disguised as a beggar, and relayed the news about the Wu Ming Ruins and the Human Immortal Martial Dao. The latter scratched his head, nodded in acknowledgment, and said he'd join the fun next month.

After Ye Zhen got back, he drove his flashy sports car to the foot of the mountain again, went up to the old Taoist temple, and pounded on the wooden door until it boomed.

"Taoist! Your genius disciple Ye Liangchen has an opportunity to share with you! Hurry up and come out! This is a rare chance!"

The dark-faced Daoist opened the door, glaring at the cocky Ye Zhen in front of him. He kicked him aside with one leg, sending the chuunibyou late-stage patient tumbling, and said irritably, "What kind of immortal ascension opportunity do you have to share with me, Cheng Yuheng? You had to pick my nap time to knock! Are you itching for a beating or what?!"

Hearing this, Ye Zhen brushed the dust off his clothes, lifted his chin, and said smugly, "Of course. How could an opportunity I, Ye Liangchen, deem worthy be ordinary? I met up with the group friends and stumbled upon a big find. I interrogated a few grave robbers and got word of a mysterious place called the 'Wu Ming Ruins,' where a supernatural Human Immortal Martial Dao is hidden..."

At the words 'Human Immortal Martial Dao,' Cheng Yuheng raised an eyebrow, eyeing the smug Ye Zhen suspiciously for a moment, then said with a strange expression, "By Taishang Daozu above, has Heaven gone blind? I'd have thought you'd get beaten to death out there. Who'd have guessed you'd land an opportunity like this?!"

Ye Zhen smirked, his chin nearly pointing at the sky. "Of course! I, Ye Liangchen, am gifted beyond compare and blessed with unmatched luck!"

Hearing this, Cheng Yuheng's mouth twitched, and he barely held back from smacking this chuunibyou late-stage patient. The guy was just too infuriating—his name was 'Ye Zhen,' but he always insisted on calling himself 'Ye Liangchen,' which sounded absurdly punchable.

Back in Fuzhou, Fang Xiu went straight to Fang Hansong, who was currently serving as an instructor in an elite special forces unit. She privately told him about the matter and raised questions about the monsters in the Wu Ming Ruins.

"Fang, are those ancient legends about Immortals real? Can monsters really live for five or six hundred years?!"

Faced with Fang Xiu's doubts, Fang Hansong shrugged and said with a chuckle.

"Who can say for sure? It's stuff from hundreds of years ago. But I still believe it. It's the same with National Martial Arts—if a Pillaring Grandmaster hadn't come to spar with me, I'd have doubted anyone could reach that level of power. You never know if something's real until it's confirmed. Since we've agreed, there's no harm in exploring it in a month..."

On the other side, in a private villa in Jiangnan's city center, Tang Ye was looking at the Fragmented Ancient Scroll laid out on the table. Liu Qing'er stood beside him, quietly recounting all the intelligence they'd gathered earlier.