#515 - Chapter 515 The Guy Under Water

Nan Yinglang then said, "Don't ask anything, just leave here."

"Why?" Lin Yaoyao asked suspiciously, "Is it dangerous here?"

As Lin Yaoyao spoke, her eyes darted around, sizing up Nan Yinglang.

Her gaze seemed to say, "You don't seem dangerous."

Nan Yinglang closed his eyes, forcefully suppressing the heat in his abdomen, and enduring the discomfort, he said.

"Remember, don't get tainted by the aura here. Once it becomes too strong, it might attract big trouble."

Lin Yaoyao became even more puzzled, her beautiful brows furrowing slightly.

Seeing that she still wasn't leaving, Nan Yinglang gasped for breath and shouted in a low voice.

"Leave quickly, I can barely suppress the aura here!"

Lin Yaoyao also sensed something was wrong around her: the pool water, which had been crystal clear just now, had become extremely murky, as if an invisible hand was controlling everything.

Lin Yaoyao didn't dare to delay and hurriedly ran towards the shore.

"Wait."

Just as Lin Yaoyao turned to leave, Nan Yinglang suddenly spoke.

"Is there something you need?" Lin Yaoyao turned around, looking at Nan Yinglang with suspicion, thinking: He's really a strange person.

"The cultivation world, how is it now?"

Nan Yinglang carefully chose his words, this sentence seeming to have exhausted all his strength.

"So that's how it is. Are you finally unable to endure it?"

Nan Yinglang chuckled softly, murmuring to himself.

"What?" Lin Yaoyao was too far away and didn't hear clearly.

"It's nothing. Oh right, it's rare for someone to come here."

"Let me give you a piece of advice: improve your cultivation as soon as possible, or abolish your cultivation."

"Because before slaughtering a pig, they always feed it well."

Saying this, Nan Yinglang gave a self-deprecating smile, as if he was talking about his past self.

Lin Yaoyao didn't understand the last sentence, but she sensed a trace of danger.

"Um, Senior~~"

Lin Yaoyao pondered for a moment, finally wanting to ask about Little White's whereabouts.

But when she looked up, where was Nan Yinglang's figure?

Even the pool of water had disappeared.

In the air, there was only the sound of the dry wind.

"Ugh, where am I?"

Inside the palace, Little White, who had finally woken up, looked at the empty and eerie palace, unable to figure out where he was.

After a long while, he remembered that he had come to the ancient ruins with his Senior Sister.

Immediately afterward, the memories of the remnant soul that he had merged with slowly flooded in.

It turned out that this remnant soul he had merged with had followed the master of the world on an expedition in ancient times, but he didn't know who they were facing.

"This wind has finally stopped."

A group of people who had entered right after Lin Yaoyao and Little White fell to the ground in disarray, their clothes messy and their heads covered in dust.

The last one to fall, Fatty, wore a mournful face, muttering incessantly.

"They said we were coming to find treasure, but we didn't find any treasure, and instead, my treasures have been ruined."

Skinny couldn't stand it and snorted coldly, mocking, "No one asked you to come. It's not too late to go back now."

"You~~"

Fatty was exasperated and couldn't say a word for a long time.

"Alright, alright, everyone, say less. Don't you see what kind of place this is?"

An older cultivator couldn't stand it and hurriedly stepped forward to smooth things over.

Fatty and Skinny, out of respect for the elder, both snorted coldly and stopped talking.

The elder took the opportunity to say, "Everyone, listen to me for a moment. Everyone has seen that this ruin is full of strangeness."

"We may have the life to take the treasure, but whether we have the life to get out is another matter."

"So I thought about it, how about this: we will travel together for the next part of the journey. As for finding treasure, whoever finds it gets it. What do you think?"

Everyone had been frightened by the series of events just now. Besides, they were originally from neighboring brother sects, and they usually had a good relationship, so everyone had no objections.

In this way, a group of people marched towards the depths of the ancient ruins.

At this time, it was noon, and the scorching sun was beating down on them.

In this ancient ruin, their own spiritual power could not be used, so they could only walk all the way.

Before they had walked two kilometers, some people couldn't take it anymore.

The fiery sun was like a sharp sword unsheathed, piercing straight into every pore of everyone's body.

As they walked, they didn't see a single blade of grass, nor did they see a single building.

What met their eyes, besides the vast desert in front of them, was still the desert.

Bean-sized beads of sweat dripped from their foreheads, dripping into the yellow sand.

As they continued to sweat, they gradually became thirsty, but no one had brought a drop of water.

Thus, the entire team was filled with complaints and curses, only the elder who had spoken earlier remained silent.

He carried a long saber across his back, his spine straight, like a poplar tree in the desert, or like an old camel that knew the way, walking firmly and with great momentum.

The elder was also tired, but he knew that he couldn't fall.

The younger generation was watching him. He had brought them in, and he had to bring them out completely, without leaving anyone behind.

Finally, the people were so tired that they didn't even have the strength to curse or complain.

Each of them mechanically dragged their feet forward.

There was only one thought in their minds: keep walking, don't stop.

"Everyone, look quickly, there seems to be water ahead."

The elder was also very tired, but he didn't stop, not even a step.

His eagle-like eyes shone with bright light, constantly looking into the distance.

As he looked, even he didn't know if he was walking or floating.

The sun in the vast desert was so poisonous, not letting up for a moment, wanting to bake people into the yellow sand.

The elder had sharp eyes and bright eyes, and he managed to spot a pool of water in the yellow sand.

"There's water?"

Everyone's eyes were as dry as the yellow sand in the desert, with streaks of blood vessels, as if they were about to crack at any moment.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were filled with tears.

"There's water, run!"

Someone shouted first, taking the lead to run, creating a gust of wind in the desert.

Then came the first, the second, the third~~

The elder watched the departing figures, shaking his head with a smile, and quickened his pace.

The small pool of water now seemed incomparably precious: there were fish jumping around in it.

Everyone turned to look at Fatty in unison.

Under pressure, Fatty contributed his gold necklace and silver ring.

Everyone used Fatty's gold necklace and silver ring to make a simple fishing rod, tentatively probing into the water.

This fishing rod was not for fishing, but for testing the water quality.

Everyone had learned their lesson now. Who knew if the water in this ancient ruin was drinkable.

"Clang!"

Who knew that as soon as the "fishing rod" touched the water, it hit a big guy, making a loud noise.