School Beauty's Personal Crazy Young Master Chapter 1856 - 1942: Secret Realm Treasure 9

Seeing Ye Nantian dispatch the communication token, Chen Nan offered no objection; it was an excellent opportunity to assess Ghost Venerable's capabilities. Furthermore, regardless of whether Ghost Venerable had previously aided the Mortal World in averting a calamity, one matter was distinct from another. His assistance to me is one thing, and my gratitude for it, yet laying a hand on my brother is entirely unacceptable.

Chen Nan had firsthand knowledge of Ghost Venerable's formidable power from their encounter within the Ghost Venerable Palace, acknowledging his own inferiority. However, submitting to him was out of the question.

Chen Nan harbored a distinct intuition that Ghost Venerable was orchestrating a significant event, one deeply intertwined with his own destiny.

Following Ye Nantian's dispatch of the communication token, the elderly figures clad in purple and yellow robes, ensnared in two frozen masses, intensified their fury. They continuously directed their spiritual thoughts to curse Chen Nan, though their voices progressively diminished in strength.

Ye Yiyi had merely immobilized their bodies; however, now, burdened by the Haotian Tower, their reserves of strength were utterly depleted.

Having pushed their divine power to its absolute limit, they lacked the fortitude even to project their spiritual thoughts. The effort required for them to utter words so close to Chen Nan left them profoundly weakened.

"Youngster, you actually dare to scheme against us! When Ghost Venerable arrives, you will undoubtedly yearn for death."

The elder in the purple robe spewed invectives at Chen Nan. Maintaining an air of superiority was his lifelong habit, but being manipulated by a junior before a crowd left him wishing for oblivion.

The elder in the yellow robe trembled with rage as well: "Detestable whelp, once I am free, I shall surely exact retribution from you."

From a distance, Nantian Heavenly Monarch and Wuji Heavenly Monarch wore expressions of extreme displeasure. The prowess demonstrated by Chen Nan's associates had effortlessly incapacitated the Supreme Ancestors of their respective Sects in an instant.

"Could it be that the two half-step Supreme Realm experts made their move?" They speculated it might have been either the patriarch of the Golden Sword Sect or the Heavenly Gate Ancestor.

The two inexplicably retreated hundreds of miles, exercising extreme caution towards the Haotian Tower, disregarding even the lives of their own ancestors.

With disdainful glances at their unworthy scions, the elders in purple and yellow robes cursed Chen Nan, instantly regretting their decision to venture to the Mortal World.

Chen Nan roared with laughter: "Yiyi, your ice-attribute divine power is truly peerless! You can freeze even two half-step Supreme Realm experts solid together."

"Haha, with your Cultivation comparable to my own, if you were to ascend to the half-step Supreme Realm, you could contend even with Supremes."

Ye Yiyi offered a gentle smile, her voice laced with warmth as she replied, "Brother's might is genuinely profound. This ice-attribute divine power represents the pinnacle of my cultivated divine abilities, yet its exertion is immensely taxing. I can only achieve temporary immobilization of foes; subsequent attacks are beyond my capacity, making it rather restrictive."

Chen Nan chuckled heartily, shaking his head in amusement. "That depends on your adversary. Should you fight alongside a sagacious and handsome brother like myself, you need only employ your divine skills to ensnare some opponents. I can then effortlessly eliminate the others, followed by the deployment of an illusion array to entrap them in a pincer movement."

As the son-in-law of the Illusion Destruction Sect, Chen Nan's mastery of the Phantom Annihilation Heart Sutra rendered him exceptionally adept in illusion formations. It was this very skill that allowed him to discern the Void Illusion Array during his battle with the Yin Yang Saintess.

Ye Yiyi listened to Chen Nan's words, her hand covering her mouth as she let out a soft chuckle, her gaze inevitably drawn to him. Her brother was indeed the pillar of her life, her closest confidant, and indeed, no one else.

A quarter of an hour later, the feathers of the Black Feathered Chicken had been significantly plucked by Yun Hua and Ji Yueshen, rendering it almost entirely bald. Yet, outside the Haotian Tower, an profound silence persisted, with no indication of any Supreme crossing realms.

The Black Feathered Chicken feigned a pitiable demeanor, curling into a ball and emitting endless lamentations.

Only Chen Nan, the Haotian Tower, and the Four Fierce Eight Hammers were privy to its Devil Core. Had Ji Yueshen and Yunhua Heavenly Monarch been aware that its feathers possessed instantaneous regenerative properties, its fate would have been sealed today.

It was entirely plausible that Yunhua Heavenly Monarch would have resorted to extreme measures, utilizing its feathers to refine the Vermilion Bird Fan.

Chen Yi and the others, having sustained injuries during the prior engagement with the Yin Yang Saintess, were now immersed in cultivation within a secluded section of the Haotian Tower, experiencing substantial improvements in their strength.

This situation would not expose the ancient secrets of the Black Feathered Chicken.

Witnessing its already miserable state, Chen Nan and the Haotian Tower felt reluctant to inflict further torment.

When Chicken Lord becomes incensed, the repercussions can be dire indeed!

An hour crawled by, then another fifteen minutes were gone. The robed elders, one in purple and one in yellow, maintained their peak divine power. Their meridians screamed in agony, yearning for respite, but halting meant the Haotian Tower's immense weight would shatter every bone.

Frozen solid, their bodies were trapped. If they were to explode, their cultivation would plummet irrevocably. They were caught between a rock and a hard place, desperately hoping for Ghost Venerable's swift arrival. Yet, as an hour passed, they scanned the horizon anxiously, seeing neither a supreme being nor even a fleeting shadow.

"Ghost Venerable hasn't come yet?" Chen Nan's voice emerged from the Haotian Tower. He feigned a glance at the sky, a chuckle escaping his lips.

"Pfft!" Inside their icy prisons, the two ancestors simultaneously coughed up blood, their appearances utterly wretched. The moment they lost focus, their divine power faltered. The Haotian Tower nearly pulverized their bones, but at the precipice, it mysteriously floated upward.

Chen Nan intended to take these two into the Secret Realm. Before understanding Ghost Venerable's true intentions, he hesitated to make them outright enemies. Shattering their bones would severely damage their cultivation, turning them into liabilities within the realm. A harsh lesson, demonstrating his power, would suffice for now.

"Find your own way out. Not letting you die doesn't mean I'll save you," Chen Nan declared coldly, retreating back into the Haotian Tower.

Three days evaporated like mist. For this duration, the Haotian Tower remained fixed above the Secret Realm's vicinity. As dawn broke on the fourth day, a divine thought emanated from the tower to all within.

"We can depart now. The Heavenly Wind and Earth Fire have subsided. I will guide you inside. Once within the Secret Realm, we shall devise our next steps." The elders in purple and yellow, along with Nantian Heavenly Monarch and Wuji Heavenly Monarch, had endured miserable days. The two elders had expended vast reserves of divine power merely to break free from Ye Yiyi's weakened grip. The other two, subjected to the brutal baptism of Heavenly Wind and Earth Fire, were driven to the brink of madness.

If they possessed the ability to traverse realms, they would have long returned to the Magic Realm, awaiting Ghost Venerable's retrieval. The Haotian Tower enveloped the four, drawing them into its internal dimension. Like battered curs, they collapsed on the ground. Driven by the Haotian Tower, they immediately set course for the Secret Realm. From within the tower, the outside conditions were clearly visible. The Heavenly Wind and Earth Fire, though diminished, remained far beyond their endurance. A single misstep in attempting to cross would spell death and oblivion. Only a treasure like the Haotian Tower could navigate such peril.

"We are nearing the Secret Realm. Its entrance is exceedingly peculiar. Everyone, remain vigilant and keep your minds focused. Should any danger arise, I will act to shield you, creating an opportunity for your entry into the Secret Realm," the Haotian Tower instructed, its gaze fixed on the realm's portal.

Chen Nan nodded solemnly, his expression grave. A knot of tension tightened within him. So many of the people closest to him were present. Should any calamity strike, he would be compelled to protect them, no matter the cost.