Han Xuanji had already made up her mind.
Although he doesn't mind paving the way for others, it doesn't mean he'll let everyone benefit for nothing.
Among the dozens of cultivators currently in the square, Jiang Hanzhou's group is the most powerful, and their seven-person formation is enough to pose a threat to anyone.
Rather than letting them observe from the shadows and interfere at a crucial moment, it's better to make things clear beforehand and exchange the qualification to enter the real Thunder God Hall for a promise.
He turned his head and whispered to Zhou Yuan and Lan Miao, "Wait for me here," before walking towards Jiang Hanzhou's direction.
Jiang Hanzhou was standing next to the toppled stone pillar. The six cultivators behind him tensed up almost simultaneously when they saw Han Xuanji walking straight towards them. Some of them had already subconsciously placed their hands on their weapons, which showed how much pressure Han Xuanji was putting on them.
A person's name, a tree's shadow.
Even if they don't admit it, they are indeed very wary of it.
Jiang Hanzhou raised his hand in a gesture of calm, indicating to the people behind him to remain composed. His face still held that calm and collected smile as he proactively cupped his hands in a respectful greeting to Han Xuanji.
Brother Han, what advice do you have for me?
Han Xuanji stopped three steps in front of him, and without any further pleasantries, went straight to the point:
"Master Jiang, I know where the real entrance to this place is."
I can take you in, but on one condition.
Jiang Hanzhou raised an eyebrow slightly, his mind racing with thoughts, and said in a deep voice:
What are the conditions?
" Chi Yuan and his group are hiding in the shadows. When I encounter them, I will inevitably have to fight Chi Yuan."
At that time, I hope that none of you will interfere in helping Chi Yuan or become my enemy. If Master Jiang agrees, once the entrance is opened, you may all enter with me without any obstruction.
"Good."
Jiang Hanzhou hesitated for a moment, then agreed.
I originally thought Han Xuanji was there to recruit allies to deal with Chi Yuan, but I didn't expect her conditions to be so simple.
Han Xuanji's condition was less of a request and more of a favor to him.
Jiang Hanzhou's gaze lingered on that calm and composed face for a moment, and he suddenly realized that the deeper meaning behind Han Xuanji's actions might be deeper than he had expected.
This person acts casually, but in reality, their actions are meticulous and thorough.
It's a deal.
Jiang Hanzhou's smile remained unchanged, but his tone was more serious than before:
"Brother Han, rest assured, I, Jiang Hanzhou, have always acted with integrity."
Han Xuanji nodded and said nothing more.
In fact, cultivators are not only skilled in cultivation; there are also various ancient texts and stories in this world that advocate benevolence and righteousness.
Those who break their promises are generally despised by most people, especially those like Jiang Hanzhou who come from prominent families and value their reputation highly.
Tricks and strategies can be used, but openly breaking a promise will certainly be condemned.
Han Xuanji turned and left, giving Zhou Yuan a slight nod, her tone firm and calm:
"That's fine."
Zhou Yuan nodded, glanced at Han Xuanji, and completely crushed the last trace of concern in his heart.
He had already told Han Xuanji all the methods, and he had no objection to the specific decision.
Han Xuanji formed a hand seal, and the Thunder Spirit that had been wandering aimlessly in the ruins stopped almost simultaneously, turning in their direction and emitting a deep, resonant sound, as if hundreds of people were chanting the same prayer.
More and more Thunder Spirit gathered from the depths of the ruins, their eerie blue spiritual light illuminating the entire plaza as if it were the bottom of the deep sea.
All the Thunder Spirit were converging in the same direction. As their bodies approached Zhou Yuan, they began to melt, transforming into the purest lightning-attribute spiritual power, which surged into the air like rivers flowing into the sea.
Lan Miao's Adam's apple bobbed, and she murmured in a low voice:
"Was that a bit too much noise?"
He glanced back at the other cultivators who were watching from the edge of the square. They were all stunned by the strange phenomenon. A few quick-thinking ones had already started to move closer, but they dared not get too close because Han Xuanji was present.
Han Xuanji ignored the commotion around him and silently cast a spell.
The entire ruins were trembling violently, the charred floor tiles were cracking inch by inch, and countless purple-gold lightning patterns were gushing out from the cracks, spreading rapidly in all directions from Han Xuanji as the center, outlining a huge teleportation array on the charred ground.
The moment the array took shape, a crack suddenly appeared in the sky above the ruins, revealing a golden stone gate tens of feet high. The gate was densely covered with ancient lightning patterns, each pattern flowing slowly with a mysterious rhythm, as if countless lightning dragons were moving around the gate.
On the stone walls on either side of the stone gate stood two towering statues of thunder giants, each a hundred feet tall. The giants' eye sockets burned with eerie blue lightning, as they looked down at the cultivators in the plaza, who were as insignificant as ants.
"This is the real entrance to the Thunder God Hall."
Zhou Yuan's voice was excited.
The golden stone gate slowly opened to both sides with a muffled rumble, and a vast amount of lightning-attribute Spiritual Qi surged out from the cracks like a tidal wave.
A wave of barely suppressed gasps and commotion erupted in the square. Some tried to rush forward to get inside, but their companions grabbed them and pointed to the tall figure not far from the entrance.
Han Xuanji remained standing in the same spot, his robes fluttering in the thunderous wind surging from the doorway. His face remained expressionless as his gaze calmly swept over the restless crowd in the square.
He didn't say a word, but everyone understood the meaning in his eyes.
I opened the door; who goes in first is up to me.
At the same time, Chi Yuan took in the whole scene.
He actually arrived at the ruins earlier than everyone else present and killed a powerful Thunder Spirit, obtaining a Thunder Token from its body.
But after obtaining the token, he discovered that it could only be activated by entering the actual Thunder God Hall, and he searched the entire ruins but could not find the entrance.
Seeing Han Xuanji open the golden stone door in front of everyone, Chi Yuan's heart tightened slightly.
Unexpectedly, Han Xuanji found the entrance.
This is a bit tricky.
In fact, Chi Yuan was also very wary of Han Xuanji and did not want to fight him so soon.
His ideal scenario was that no two kings would meet again, and he would clash with Han Xuanji in the final stage of the story, eliminating him.
However, Han Xuanji clearly didn't think that way.
On the contrary, Han Xuanji only wanted to resolve the matter as soon as possible to avoid any unforeseen complications.
This confidence stemmed from his greatly increased strength after entering the Nine Mysteries Saint Realm. His physical body and divine soul were both extremely powerful, and with the Shengxin Tribulation, virtually no one in the Eternal True Lord Realm could rival him.
Han Xuanji waited for a moment, his gaze slowly sweeping over the cultivators who were still in shock on both sides of the golden stone gate.
Chi Yuan did not appear.
As expected, the other party clearly did not intend to confront him directly here.
Either they haven't figured out his background yet, or they feel the time isn't right.
However, this didn't matter to Han Xuanji.
He withdrew his gaze and turned to the cultivators in the square who were still staring at him expectantly, and said:
"Gentlemen, the door is open, you may enter. However, I must warn you beforehand: once inside, everyone must rely on their own abilities. But if anyone secretly joins forces with the Ten Thousand Immortals Association, do not blame me for disregarding our professional friendship."
His voice wasn't loud, but carried clearly by the thunder and wind, it reached everyone's ears. His tone was calm, without deliberately emphasizing any word, yet it sent a chill down everyone's spine.