Upon hearing Qin Xingyuan's provocation, Wang Yan rely smiled faintly.
If Wang Yan were truly a man who relied on won for protection, Qin Xingyuan's provocation might have struck a nerve, causing Wang Yan to erupt in anger, providing Qin Xingyuan the opportunity to strike and kill Wang Yan.
However, given Wang Yan's level of cultivation, he naturally saw through Qin Xingyuan's tricks at a glance and rely smiled faintly.
Seeing that Wang Yan was not at all angry, Qin Xingyuan held Wang Yan in greater contempt and snorted coldly, brushing past Wang Yan as he walked forward.
In Qin Xingyuan's view, Wang Yan must be afraid of him, too scared to get angry. But in reality, Wang Yan feared that if he acted, he might accidentally kill Qin Xingyuan, leaving no one to break through the myriad traps.
Why not let such a fool lead the way for a while longer?
As Qin Xingyuan moved forward, his gaze swept over Ouyang Feiting, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes.
"This naive boy is truly lucky to have a woman possessing the Ancient Demon Pattern by his side. If she were mine, and I taught her the Dual Cultivation Technique, my cultivation would surely advance by leaps and bounds. I must find an opportunity to kill Wang Yan and seize her."
Calculating his plans, Qin Xingyuan continued to move forward.
At this mont, including Qin Xingyuan and Yan Shilin, only eleven Demon Cultivators remained, the rest having been killed by the Yin Soldiers earlier.
The eleven of them walked slowly forward, sowhat still in shock.
Wang Yan and Ouyang Feiting continued to follow the group leisurely.
After walking another few hundred ters, their path suddenly brightened, and they all stopped.
They found that the path had changed from the eerie, yin-filled tomb chamber to sothing else entirely.
In front of them appeared a luxurious and exquisite house with a red roof, surrounded by flowers and trees, radiating vitality.
Should they encounter myriad Yin Soldiers now, they might not be so afraid, but this exquisite house filled them with fear.
The sudden appearance of such a house in this eerie space made it all the more terrifying.
Everyone stopped, staring horrified at the house before them, a few Demon Cultivators even retreating slowly in fear.
At that mont, the red doors of the house opened, and dozens of people ca out.
The Demon Cultivators, already on edge, imdiately backed away a few steps, ready to flee.
Then they heard the people coming from the house call out, "Honorable sirs, please co in."
Upon hearing this, the Demon Cultivators, who were about to flee, all halted and widened their eyes, for they saw that those erging from the house were not demons or fierce soldiers, but dozens of beautiful young maidens instead.
While the Demon Cultivators stood dumbfounded, these maidens walked gracefully up to them, curtsying and greeting softly, "Honorable sirs, greetings."
The sound of their voices was like birdsong, sweet to the ear, putting one at ease.
Each maiden was as lovely as a flower, dressed in flowing green robes, with skin as white as jade visible through the sheer fabric.
This sight caused a few Demon Cultivators to widen their eyes, desire unmistakably visible within them.
However, one black-faced Demon Cultivator known for his celibacy stepped forward, shouting angrily, "Hmph, first Yin Soldiers, now Yin Slaves, hmph, you must be Yin Souls trying to deceive ."
Upon hearing the black-faced Demon Cultivator's words, the lustful Demon Cultivators shuddered, imdiately regaining their senses.
After saying this, the black-faced Demon Cultivator stepped forward and struck one of the maidens at the front with his palm.
With a loud slap, the maiden was knocked to the ground.
Seeing the black-faced Demon Cultivator strike, everyone expected the maiden to dissolve into gray death energy and be reborn, just like before.
To everyone's surprise, after being struck to the ground, the maiden coughed up blood.
"She can actually bleed?"
"She's not a Yin Soul!"
All the Demon Cultivators were stunned.
Upon seeing the black-faced Demon Cultivator attack, the other maidens scread in fright and fled back into the house.
Soon, aside from the injured maiden, there was no one else left in front of them.
This puzzled everyone further, indicating that these maidens seed not to be Yin Souls, but normal people.
Yan Shilin stepped forward, looking at the pale-faced maiden sitting on the ground, asking, "Are you human or ghost?"
"I am human!" the maiden, trembling with fear, replied after stamring for a long while.
"If you're human, why are you in this tomb?" Yan Shilin asked coldly.
"My lord, we are the attendants buried with the master, imprisoned in this tomb," the maiden answered.
"Nonsense, this tomb is at least several hundred years old. How could you possibly still be alive?" Qin Xingyuan said coldly.
"You are right, my lords, but we don't know why we haven't died, nor have we aged since we were imprisoned," the maiden replied.
"Utter nonsense! Say one more falsehood, and I will kill you," Qin Xingyuan threatened.
The maiden trembled in fear but continued to answer, "My lord, we swear we don't understand the situation either. However, when we first arrived, many companions perished. But later, we dug a well here and have not died since drinking its water."
Hearing this, everyone was shocked.
"Could it be the legendary Fountain of Eternal Youth? Where is this water, show us quickly," the black-faced Demon Cultivator demanded.
The maiden nodded and imdiately led everyone to the side of the house, where indeed there was a well, with a faint mist rising from its mouth.
The black-faced Demon Cultivator rushed to the well, looked down, and exclaid, "It's really the Elixir of Eternal Youth, hahahaha, it's truly the Elixir of Eternal Youth."
Hearing the black-faced Demon Cultivator's words, everyone rushed to the well and looked inside.
Sure enough, the well was full of water, suffused with a shimring white mist that seed to hold the Power of Demon Patterns.
"Hahahaha, we're set for life, and now we'll live forever!"
The black-faced Demon Cultivator said, quickly grabbing a bucket, drawing a full bucket of water, and drinking deeply from it.
Just as the black-faced Demon Cultivator took a few gulps, his cultivation level suddenly surged, instantly rising from that of a Demon Master to a Demon King.
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