The Spirit Race's Scheme

Five days later.

Giant Tree, hundreds of feet tall, stand neatly like guards along the roadside, their golden leaves fluttering down in the breeze, creating a beautiful spectacle as they dance in the air.

However, such a beautiful view was nothing to the people on the field.

Yi Huang stepped forward and gently smoothed the wrinkles on Xiao Han's clothes. She took a step back and nodded as if satisfied. The smile she revealed made Xiao Han momentarily infatuated.

Feeling the intense gaze from ahead, Yi Huang couldn't help but blush slightly, and playfully patted Xiao Han's chest, "What's so interesting!"

Unexpectedly, Xiao Han bluntly stated, "Can't I even look at my own wife?"

The sadness of parting was immediately dispelled.

Just then, an untimely voice rang out, "Hey hey hey..."

"We're all set!"

Xiao Han secretly cast a fierce glance at the owner of the voice.

Ye Jianxin caught a glimpse of Xiao Han's resentful gaze, felt a little guilty, and then continued, "You two are on a long trip and you're still showing off your love to me, all lovey-dovey."

"That's going too far!"

"Heh!" Xiao Han without saying a word, wondering who had been bragging about becoming a grandfather to him not long ago.

If he hadn't remembered that Ye was Xiao Han's sworn brother, he would have left a hundred or so holes in the former.

Turning to Yi Huang, Xiao Han's gaze softened considerably, tinged with a hint of guilt and anticipation. These days of separation were almost over.

"Then... I'm leaving everything to you!"

Yi Huang rolled her eyes. "Haven't these always been my problems?"

Xiao Han could only stand aside and force a smile.

"It's alright!" Ye Jianxin stepped forward, patted his brother on the shoulder, and said solemnly:

"As long as you don't fall, Langya Pavilion will never be in trouble!"

Xiao Han was silent for a moment, then laughed easily and said, "Don't worry! How could I possibly fall!"

"Even if I fall, Langya Pavilion will not fall!" Xiao Han silently added in his heart.

After an incense stick had burned, Xiao Han, under the concerned gazes of the two, casually slashed open a crack, turned around, and stepped into it...

"It won't be long!" Xiao Han thought to himself.

Compared to the reluctant farewell atmosphere in the Langya Pavilion, a certain Ancient Races far from Central Plains seemed somewhat nervous at this moment.

The Spirit Realm.

The millions of Spirit Race Descendants continued their cultivation and production as usual, working diligently and tirelessly like worker bees in a hive. Occasionally, some of them would look up and gaze upwards.

They cast their longing and envious gazes toward the most towering and magnificent mountain range in the Spirit Realm — the Spirit Race Holy Mountain.

For all members of the Spirit Clan, the Spirit Race Holy Mountain is an absolute holy land, and only the most elite group of people in the Spirit Clan are qualified to remain there.

If they and their descendants could gain the qualification to enter the Spirit Race Holy Mountain in this lifetime, it would be an absolute honor for their ancestors.

However, at this moment, on the Spirit Race Holy Mountain of the Spirit Clan, which symbolizes the highest status of the Spirit Clan, Ling Yuexian, with her wrinkled skin and white hair, looked like an ordinary old woman, her shrewd eyes, though cloudy, were filled with sorrow.

She stared blankly at the numerous ant-like figures in the distance, the distance unable to obstruct her vision, which Six-Star Dou Sheng Late Stage.

In everyone's eyes, Ling Yuexian was a stubborn and old-fashioned woman. Her clansmen feared her more than they respected her, let alone liked her.

However... living among the Spirit Clan, Ancient Races in its twilight years, the glory of their ancestors has long become a constraint.

Ling Yuexian may know that some things need to be changed, but she, or rather the Spirit Clan, cannot change. Only in this way can the people of the Spirit Clan still believe that they are the powerful Dou God Clan. The Spirit Clan's isolation over the years is nothing more than a facade of prosperity.

Although it was a fragile illusion, Ling Yuexian felt an indescribable satisfaction whenever she saw the mischievous children of the Ling Yuexian Spirit Clan and the displeased elders scolding them. These were the things she had always wanted to protect, and she would never forget them!

However...

Ling Yuexian's expression was somewhat cold and indignant. She had gone to great lengths to maintain the status quo of the Spirit Clan, but now someone was unwilling to leave her even this tiny bit of hope.

So...

"My Spirit Clan isn't made of clay!" Ling Yuexian thought with chilling killing intent.

"Clan leader!" A clear, melodious voice, like that of a lark, rang out behind Ling Yuexian.

"Ling Yi is back?" Ling Yuexian slowly turned around, and a pleasing scene came into view.

The pale yellow, elegant long dress accentuated the woman's fair skin, giving her an ethereal and otherworldly aura. White ribbons crisscrossed her straight back and casually wrapped around her forearms, fluttering gently in the breeze, making her appear like a fairy who had strayed into the mortal world.

Even in front of the Spirit Race Clan Leader, though he appeared motionless and extremely serious, his lively eyes revealed a mischievous and willful nature.

Upon seeing Ling Yi's arrival, Ling Yuexian's usually stern tone softened considerably as she asked with concern, "How did that matter go?"

Upon hearing Ling Yuexian's question, Ling Yi solemnly replied, "Please rest assured, Clan Leader!"

Although it's unclear why, in this situation, the clan leader would release such an important combatant just to store an inconspicuous black Shi Tou.

But Ling Yi still completed the mission meticulously.

"Hmm!" Ling Yuexian nodded in satisfaction.

"Perfect timing, Ling Yu, come along too!" Ling Yuexian said casually, glancing around.

"Grand Elder!" Ling Yi quickly bowed upon noticing Ling Yu's presence.

"Now is not the time to concern ourselves with those tedious formalities," Ling Yuexian said casually, then leaned on her cane and slowly walked toward a grand hall on the sacred mountain of the Spirit Clan.

Ling Yi and Ling Yu exchanged a glance, speechless, and could only follow cautiously from behind.

Upon entering the main hall, Ling Yuexian made a hand seal, and with a flick of her finger, a drop of blood radiating intense pressure fell, landing precisely on the wavy pattern in the center of the hall.

With a soft sound, a dark hole suddenly appeared below the main hall. Ling Yuexian walked straight in, while Ling Yi and the other two, who followed closely behind, could only bury their doubts deep in their hearts.

When the three of them entered, the main hall returned to its original state, and even Dou Sheng Expert could not discover its secrets.

As Ling Yuexian and the others entered, the space revealed its full appearance. Faint candlelight had been lit at some point, turning the entire secret room black.

Ling Yu and the other subconsciously released their soul perception, only to be shocked to find that their Soul Strength vanished instantly, like a mud ox sinking into the sea.

"Ling Yu, tell me, to what extent has our Spirit Clan been infiltrated?" Ling Yuexian didn't give the two much time to be shocked, and said without any joy or sorrow.

Since the Soul Clan wants to attack the Spirit Clan, there must be some extraordinary individuals within the Spirit Clan. It would be one thing if they were unprepared.

But now that the direction was clear, finding the answer wouldn't be too difficult. Therefore, for a long time, Grand Elder Ling Yu secretly investigated.

Upon hearing Ling Yuexian's words, Ling Yu looked troubled. Observing the former's increasingly unfriendly expression, she reluctantly said, "This subordinate is incompetent; I have only found one person among the higher-ups."

The existence of the lower ranks had no impact whatsoever on the great war between the two races; only the higher ranks could truly play a significant role. However, this result was far from satisfactory!

However, Ling Yuexian did not show any dissatisfaction.

He simply asked indifferently, "Who?"

Ling Yu gritted her teeth and said, "Ling! Heh!"

"How is this possible?!" Before Ling Yuexian could speak, Ling Yi exclaimed in surprise.

Ling He, an elder of the Spirit Clan, is one of the few Two-Star Dou Sheng level powerhouses in the Spirit Clan. He can be said to be the most direct descendant of the Spirit Clan, sharing the glory and the loss of the Spirit Clan.

The betrayal was not only infuriating, but also deeply shocking. What could have driven Ling He to betray the very race that gave him life, even at the cost of conspiring with a tiger?

Ling Yu then explained the results of her investigation in detail. Originally, Ling Yu had found nothing, but for some reason, Ling He had recently started to act strangely and even quietly left the Spirit Realm.

Although the other party's actions were extremely secretive, how could this be kept from Ling Yu, who was always keeping an eye on the high-ranking members of the Spirit Clan?

"Sigh!" After listening to Ling Yu's description, Ling Yuexian could only sigh and say helplessly, "It's finally about to begin!"

The sudden appearance of the traitor, who had always remained hidden in the shadows, was partly due to the enemy's relaxed vigilance, but it also indirectly proved that the final showdown was approaching.

"Let's hold back for now and just keep an eye on things."

"Yes!" Ling Yu was puzzled, but did not refute it.

After the two left, Ling Yuexian's voice rang out again in the secret room:

"Your Excellency, I will be grateful for your care from now on regarding the Ling Yi."