The Demon Race woman's kneeling completely stunned Yang Zhen.
Are all Demon Race this honest?
Putting aside the fact that Yang Zhen had no way to save the Beiqi Clan, even if he did, how could this Demon Race woman be sure that Yang Zhen would intervene?
This act of kneeling may be very valuable in the eyes of some, but it is worthless in the eyes of others.
Fortunately, Yang Zhen belongs to the first type of person. Having received nine years of compulsory education since childhood, Yang Zhen was instilled with the idea that a man's knees are worth gold. Of course, a girl's knees are not worth dirt either.
Yang Zhen hurriedly moved aside from where the Demon Race woman was kneeling, looking at Demon Race with a bewildered expression and asking, "How do you know I can save you? And how can you be so sure I will?"
boom!
A deafening roar resounded as one of the Beiqi Clan patriarchs, enraged, began to frantically attack the surrounding restrictions.
This thin layer of restriction could hardly withstand many attacks; under the old ancestor's blow, it immediately became shaky and on the verge of collapse.
Countless roars echoed, and dark waves of energy surged and roared outside the barrier. Streams of violent energy crashed into the barrier, causing Yang Zhen and the Demon Race woman's expressions to change simultaneously.
The Demon Race woman gave a bitter laugh and said, "In this situation, does Que'er have any other choice?"
As she spoke, the Demon Race woman who called herself Que'er respectfully turned to Yang Zhen, bowed deeply, and said in a respectful voice, "What you say is true, young master. The fortune of the Beiqi Clan has been exhausted. Countless elders of the clan have racked their brains but still do not know why. The Beiqi Clan is Demon Race that is not tolerated by Heaven and Earth Rejection. Everything is believed by the clan members to be the will of heaven, and their hatred for humans has become deeper and deeper. The number of ancestral souls in the Tomb of Departed Souls is also increasing."
Que'er chuckled and said, "Now that you've spoken so many words, young master, you are clearly no ordinary person. If you can save the Beiqi Clan, Que'er, am willing to be your servant in this life and the next to repay your great kindness."
Boom!
Even in the magma underground, a thunderous roar flashed through the air, so deafening that Yang Zhen was stunned, Que'er was startled, and the souls of the Beiqi ancestors outside the barrier trembled in fear.
Yang Zhen's eyes lit up. So these guys were afraid of thunder?
boom!
A deafening roar resounded, and perhaps provoked by the thunder, the wandering souls outside went berserk, unleashing a torrent of violent power that blasted towards the barrier, causing it to crumble instantly.
"Young master, run!"
Yang Zhen and Que'er's expressions changed drastically as they sensed the Evil Qi emanating from all directions. Que'er cried out, her face turning pale, and leaped towards Yang Zhen Yang Zhen, seemingly trying to push him out of the barrier.
Human sacrifice involves offering up a portion of yang energy.
Yang Zhen a human being, and also possessed a pure Yang energy. Those delirious souls were most vulnerable to this aura, and upon seeing Yang Zhen, they immediately rushed towards him in a frenzy.
"Damn it, don't come any closer! If you do, this Sage of Saunter won't be so polite."
Yang Zhen stumbled as Que'er pushed him, shouted at the countless dead souls, and looked at the panicked Que'er with a look of astonishment.
Clearly, with the restriction activated, Que'er had no intention of leaving alive. Seeing that Yang Zhen hadn't left, a look of panic flashed across her face as she said to Yang Zhen, "Young Master, these wandering souls crave the three parts of Yang energy the most. Later, Que'er will ignite the three parts of Yang, and you... you should take the opportunity to leave this place."
Yang Zhen opened his mouth, but Que'er didn't give Yang Zhen a chance to speak. She smiled sadly and said, " Que'er knows. Since you were able to come in, you must have a way to get out. The Heart of Heaven and Earth is not so easy to refine. Throughout history, countless Beiqi people have died in the process of refining the Heart of Heaven and Earth, but..."
Que'er's face grew increasingly pale and sorrowful. Suddenly, she smiled and said, "Young Master, if you manage to get out this time, you must find a way to rescue the Beiqi Clan. The Beiqi Clan doesn't have much ambition. Throughout history, we've only ever wanted to find a place in this world that belongs to us, and to live a good life."
Yang Zhen watched the approaching ghosts and shook his head, saying, "Let's talk about these things outside. It's not me who will save the Beiqi Clan, it's you!"
Que'er shook her head and said, "It's too late. The Tomb of Departed Souls has already erupted. How could Que'er possibly escape amidst thousands of souls? Young Master, remember this: if one day you wish to refine the Heart of Heaven and Earth, please be sure to maintain your original heart, the same pure heart you had when you first began cultivating!"
At this point, Que'er smiled, took a deep breath, and said to Yang Zhen, "This is Que'er's way of repaying your kindness, young master. In my next life, Que'er will repay your kindness in enlightening me."
"Is there no way to deal with these wandering spirits?" Yang Zhen looked at the thousands of wandering spirits rushing towards him and couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.
Que'er shook her head and said, "Unless there is Heavenly Punishment at play, no one can stop the eruption of the Tomb of Departed Souls."
"Damn it, looks like I'll have to find some lightning-attribute martial arts techniques to practice in the future."
Yang Zhen sighed. It's true what they say, you only realize how little martial arts you have when you need it.
Seeing that Yang Zhen was reluctant to leave, Que'er's face flashed with a resolute look, and she murmured to herself, "Even if there is only a one in ten thousand chance, I beg Heaven to allow the young master to save the Beiqi Clan from this peril."
As she spoke, Que'er suddenly closed her eyes.
Buzz!
A terrifying aura emanated from Que'er. Just as Que'er was about to ignite the Fire of Three Yang, she suddenly heard a loud curse.
Damn you, God!
Yang Zhen, hands on his hips, cursed furiously, glaring at the sky and shouting repeatedly, "Damn it, I've had my eye on you for a long time! You've always been so Niu Bi, huh? Come on, this ' Sage of Saunter' is standing right here. If you're so capable, send down a Heavenly Punishment —no, send down ten or eight Heavenly Punishment —and see if this ' Sage of Saunter' can smash you to pieces with one punch!"
Rumble!
A thunderbolt from nowhere!
A deafening thunderous sound suddenly appeared in mid-air.
Que'er opened her eyes in a daze, forgetting even to ignite the Fire of Three Yang. She stared at Yang Zhen with her mouth agape, looking utterly astonished.
The woman was clearly startled, and Yang Zhen was also baffled; she had never seen such a flashy operation before.
Yang Zhen doesn't possess any lightning-attribute Cultivation Method; the only one related to lightning is probably the Dragon Elephant Prison-Suppressing Physique.
But at this moment, there was no use for the Dragon Elephant Prison-Suppressing Physique. Those dead souls stood still, and no matter how hard Yang Zhen swung his fists, he couldn't kill any of them.
Seeing Yang Zhen standing with his hands on his hips, cursing loudly, Que'er was stunned for a moment before suddenly realizing what was happening and hurriedly shouted, "Young Master, you mustn't! Such disrespect for heaven and earth will be Heavenly Punishment! Why... why are you doing this!"
Yang Zhen curled his lip, then laughed loudly and said, "It's good to suffer Heavenly Punishment. This Sage of Saunter is here to get two Heavenly Punishment and see if they can break this damn Tomb of Departed Souls."
At this point, Yang Zhen looked up and gave the middle finger to the sky. "Ancient secrets? The Great Tribulation of Heaven and Earth? Three hundred and sixty Heavenly Tribulation? Crack your head to numbness? Damn your mother?"
Boom!
A deafening roar that pierced the heavens and the earth resounded, illuminating the entire underground space with endless lightning.
"Holy crap, it's really here, hahaha..." Yang Zhen, alone with his sword, looked arrogantly at the sky and couldn't help but beam with excitement.
Que'er stared blankly at the raging storm clouds in mid-air, her pretty face almost devoid of color.
This... is a man who dares to curse the heavens.