High Martial Arts: I Awaken a Low-Tier Martial System Chapter 792 - 401: Survival in Dire Straits, Dao Monument (Triple Combo)

Despite his current physical state, a lingering discomfort persisted within him.

Thankfully, the sensation faded swiftly.

Moments later, silence fell.

Jiang Ye and Qing Mei descended together. He quickly regained his footing and glanced upward.

Before them stood a resplendent hall, exuding an aura as boundless as the ocean, imbuing Jiang Ye and Qing Mei with a profound sense of ease.

"What is this place?"

"Such potent Heaven and Earth Mysteries abound!" Jiang Ye had already discerned this aura to be the very essence of Heaven and Earth Power!

Under the influence of this profound aura, his condition began to mend at an astonishing pace.

Even Qing Mei's pre-existing injuries started showing signs of recovery.

"It's the Dao stele."

"We've successfully entered!" Qing Mei exclaimed, her face alight with joy.

"Dao stele?" Jiang Ye inquired, a flicker of confusion in his eyes.

"You're unaware?" Qing Mei seemed surprised, then elaborated for him, "The Dao stele represents the greatest fortune within the Initial Realm; Mo Wushuang and the others sought it."

The ultimate opportunity? Jiang Ye felt a ripple of excitement within his heart.

To have sought it far and wide, only to stumble upon it unexpectedly?

"You must have sensed it as well."

"The Heaven and Earth aura here is exceptionally rich." A radiant smile graced Qing Mei's lovely face, "This is because the Dao stele provides the perfect environment for comprehending Heaven and Earth."

"There's even a legend."

"That someone once utilized it to achieve the demigod level of the Law!" Qing Mei's eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Is it truly that exaggerated?" Jiang Ye felt a touch of surprise.

Without a delay, he couldn't help but let out a sigh.

Just moments ago, he had teetered on the precipice of peril, facing a desperate predicament, even contemplating abandoning the trial.

Yet, who could have foreseen.

That in the very next instant, he would arrive in such a serendipitous locale.

Swiftly.

Jiang Ye and Qing Mei advanced deeper into the vibrant hall, detecting that the intense Heaven and Earth Power originated from its inner reaches.

The farther they progressed, the more immense the mystical aura became.

It was at this juncture that Jiang Ye abruptly halted.

Within the grand hall, a short distance ahead, several figures were observed in a seated, cross-legged posture.

Led by Bai Mu, they were the gifted disciples of the Bai Race!

In addition to them, Zi Yaozhi, Mo Xin, and others were also in attendance.

"Captain!"

"Captain, you're alive!"

"This is wonderful news." Zi Yaozhi and Mo Xin hurried forward, their excitement palpable.

"Everyone is here." Jiang Ye expressed his astonishment.

This was the contingent he had assembled, and seeing them unharmed brought him genuine happiness. However, what precisely was the current situation?

Could it be that they had all been drawn here by chance, just like him?

At this particular moment.

"Sister Qing Mei!" A joyous voice echoed.

Jiang Ye observed a beautiful young maiden, bearing an uncanny resemblance to Chen Zilu, gracefully descending. Clad in white attire and stockings, it was Wang Zilu.

"That's wonderful."

"Sister Qing Mei, you are unharmed." Wang Zilu radiated pure joy.

"Phew~" The void trembled as a figure adorned in golden dragon robes materialized.

"Qing Mei, you have finally arrived." Prince Zijun offered a smile, his personage bearing several visible battle scars.

"You are all present?" Qing Mei expressed her surprise at the unfolding scene.

"It is all thanks to Bai Mu." Prince Zijun conveyed with a smile, "He guided us to this place."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ye and Qing Mei directed their gaze towards a figure in white robes nearby.

Could it be that their arrival in this sanctuary was also attributed to Bai Mu?

"Your Highnesses, there is no need for such formalities."

Bai Mu clasped his hands together and spoke, "I am merely fulfilling my obligations."

"Bai Mu, do you possess control over the Dao stele?" Qing Mei could not refrain from asking.

"Naturally not."

"However, I was entrusted with a 'key' by the Venerable of the Bai Race." Bai Mu offered an explanation, "This key facilitates entry into this space, but its functionality ends there."

With these words, Jiang Ye and Qing Mei reached a sudden understanding.

This 'key' corresponded to the authorization for accessing the Dao stele.

"What fortune." Qing Mei sighed in relief, acknowledging that had Bai Mu been captured or met his end, they might all have faced annihilation.

Reflecting on this, Qing Mei’s gaze drifted back towards Jiang Ye.

She recalled that if not for Jiang Ye's timely intervention, Bai Mu and his companions would likely have met a grim destiny!

"By the way."

"Allow me to make an introduction." Qing Mei suddenly remembered something, gesturing towards Jiang Ye, "His name is Wang Ye, and he was the one who preserved my life on this occasion."

She glanced at Jiang Ye, a subtle hint of tenderness momentarily flickering in her eyes.

Wang Zilu observed the interaction between the two with a speculative air, unable to suppress her inquiry, "Sister Qing Mei, did something transpire between you and Wang Ye?"

Her suspicion was not without cause.

The manner in which Qing Mei regarded Jiang Ye appeared somewhat unusual.

In Wang Zilu's recollection, Qing Mei had always maintained an aloof and distant demeanor, akin to the moon goddess Chang'e, particularly in her interactions with men.

But now?

The expression in her eyes directed at Jiang Ye was almost tender!

Upon hearing Wang Zilu’s words, Qing Mei’s lovely face showed a faint blush, and she playfully rebuked, "What nonsense are you spouting, little one?"

"Ahem."

"Sister Qing Mei, what I meant to ask was," Wang Zilu, realizing her statement had been somewhat improper, quickly amended, "how did your injuries heal?"

She recalled Qing Mei being reduced to mere shattered flesh, on the brink of death.

"It was Wang Ye who aided my recovery."

Qing Mei replied gently, "That’s why I said I owe him my life."

"Oh."

Wang Zilu nodded upon hearing this, then cast a glance at Jiang Ye, remarking casually, "So this fellow can actually save people; that’s quite the surprise."

"..."

Qing Mei, sensing the voice laden with jealousy, couldn't help but look at Wang Zilu in astonishment.

How could she not grasp the underlying meaning?

Wang Zilu’s tone was steeped in resentment, hinting at some undisclosed history with Jiang Ye.

However, the most peculiar expression was observed on Prince Zijun.

Prince Zijun remained on the sidelines, his gaze shifting between Jiang Ye, Wang Zilu, and Qing Mei, carrying a strangely thoughtful air.

"This Wang Ye... has connections to both Qing Mei and my own sister??" Prince Zijun thought to himself, inwardly startled.