Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey! Chapter 1598 - 367: Should We Let Her Become a Concubine?_4

This presented a golden opportunity for Du Zundao to secure the backing of Mr. Guan. To capitalize on this, Du Zundao spared no effort and made meticulous arrangements for the mission.

He even reached the point of deciding to venture into the Ruins in person.

Gazing at the ominous, storm-laden clouds gathering in the distance, Du Zundao’s expression sharpened with resolve: "My focus is solely on the Qiankun Great Method, and no one shall stand in my way!"

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"Is it true, Brother Lin'er? Are the Ruins really opening tomorrow?"

Inside the Ancestor Hall of the Zoroastrian Sect, three figures were gathered around a heavy stone table: Han Lin'er, the Young Master of the sect, his sister the saintess Han Ling'er, and Liu Caidie, the granddaughter of Liu Futong.

Upon hearing the news, Liu Caidie jumped up in alarm.

Beside her, young Han Ling'er was equally stunned; she had not anticipated the Ruins manifesting so quickly.

Only the young man seated in the center appeared deeply troubled.

He possessed an honest countenance, marked by thick brows and piercing eyes that radiated sincerity, yet he remained unable to mask the anxiety etched onto his face.

This was none other than Han Lin'er, the current Master of the Zoroastrian Sect.

Nearby, Chen Jiusi posed as a simple, aged servant while observing the scene, his attention locked on the legendary Little Ming King, Han Lin'er.

Han Lin'er was fundamentally a decent man. Having been sidelined by Du Zundao and his cohorts, and left without the guidance of Liu Futong, he had retreated to the Ancestor Hall to lament his dire circumstances and seek solace from his predecessors.

He harbored an earnest desire to reorganize, uphold the Ming King’s legacy, restore the Zoroastrian Sect to its former glory, and usher in a new era of prosperity.

Regrettably, that goal remained elusive; every Elder in the sect, save for Liu Futong, regarded him as little more than a puppet—a decorative mascot.

Distress clouded Han Lin'er’s features as he confirmed the opening of the Ruins. He possessed a relic passed down from the Ming King capable of tracking the seal's fluctuations. During his prayers earlier, the artifact had flared to life, signaling that the entrance would stabilize by dawn.

He had just relayed this intelligence to Han Ling'er and Liu Caidie, plunging the two youths into immediate apprehension.

Liu Caidie spoke up, her voice trembling: "What are we to do? My grandfather's fate remains unknown, and with the Ruins opening, Dharma King Du will undoubtedly act without restraint if he doesn't have my grandfather around to check him. We are at a massive disadvantage."

"Wait, what of Venerable Liu?"

Han Lin'er’s eyes widened in genuine alarm: "Is the Venerable alright? I tried to seek an audience with him, but the Dharma King blocked my path."

Liu Caidie replied, "I have a sinking suspicion that he is in grave danger, yet I find myself helpless to intervene."

Her voice trailed off, bordering on despair as she fought back tears.

"Caidie, stay calm. The heavens will surely watch over the Venerable," Han Lin'er offered with hollow, unconvincing words.

This only deepened Liu Caidie’s gloom. Suddenly, Han Ling'er struck the table with her palm and declared, "No, we cannot permit their scheme to unfold like this!"

Han Lin'er turned to his sister, questioning, "Sister, what plot are you referring to?"

Han Ling'er retorted sharply, "The instability of the Ruins is surely known to the sect members stationed nearby, yet they deliberately failed to report it to you. This is a clear sign that they harbor treacherous intentions."

"It is likely a trap set by Du Zundao and Mr. Guan. Their goal is to infiltrate the Ruins, seize the Qiankun Great Method, and return to usurp your seat as Sect Hierarch."

The blood drained from Han Lin'er’s face, "That's impossible... they are supposed to be our uncles!"

Han Ling'er gave a cold, mocking laugh, "Uncles? Have their actions over these years ever resembled the duty of an uncle? Tell me, brother, do you honestly believe they have your best interests at heart?"

Stunned, Han Lin'er slumped back onto his stool and looked up at his sister, whispering, "Sister, how should we proceed?"

With a steely, frigid gaze, Han Ling'er vowed, "They intend to keep us out, but we are going there regardless!"