Chapter 2231 - 2231: Opening of the mystic realm 4

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

There was no one in sight. Both the tightly-packed disciples and those stationed at the entrance of the mystic realm had vanished.

Gu Chaoyan’s brows furrowed involuntarily. An unpleasant scent, the unmistakable stench of blood, pervaded the air, a.s.saulting her senses. The intensity of the odor made it impossible to ignore.

Hadn’t they entered the mystic realm just moments ago? Why was the smell of blood so overpowering here?

Surveying her surroundings, Gu Chaoyan realized they were in a decrepit, abandoned town devoid of any signs of life. Dilapidation ruled, with rampant weeds claiming the landscape. The atmosphere was heavy, damp, and unsettling.

Standing beside her was the Head of the Undead Race. He appeared strangely at ease in this eerie environment, even taking in deep breaths of the pungent blood scent.

Gu Chaoyan rolled her eyes at him, a reminder of their differences—she was nothing like a member of the Undead Race.

Besides the Head of the Undead Race, Di Hongyun had also been transported here. Gu Chaoyan found this both surprising and fortunate. Despite Di Hongyun’s recent stint cultivating on Wuyuan Island, he hadn’t had enough time to make significant progress before returning due to the incident at Wushang Sect.

The mystic realm was already fraught with danger, as they could encounter other sect members or treasure hunters. In such situations, they would be at a disadvantage. However, she believed that she could still protect Di Hongyun.

This thought brought her a modic.u.m of rea.s.surance.

The key wasn’t just resolving the misunderstanding; their primary objective was to navigate the mystic realm safely.

Di Hongyun appeared somewhat uneasy, maintaining a distance from them but refraining from leaving outright.

After contemplating for a moment, Gu Chaoyan took a few steps forward and addressed Di Hongyun, “We’re both disciples of the Supreme Sect, and the mystic realm is a volatile place. It’s teeming with people from other sects and formidable masters who seek treasures. We should cooperate along the way— help each other out. If we stumble upon something that suits us, we can claim it jointly. If it’s of greater importance, we’ll a.s.sess the situation. What do you say?

Gu Chaoyan spoke with a tone of negotiation, akin to a business transaction, where terms and responsibilities were explicitly outlined based on each party’s desires.

Di Hongyun nodded and consented readily. Even if he had nothing to offer, he would unquestionably agree, as he was here to provide her with protection.

A smile spread across Gu Chaoyan’s face, pleased with Di Hongyun’s compliance.

However…

The Head of the Undead Race standing beside her abruptly ceased his laughter.

Here he went again!

“Why are we bringing him along? He’s obnoxiously loud and chatters incessantly. He’s disturbing our peace!” The Head of the Undead Race grumbled discontentedly.

Gu Chaoyan shot him an exasperated glare—he truly was a bothersome presence.

“You’re not exactly quiet yourself,” Di Hongyun retorted.

He seemed to be in high spirits after this exchange, as if transported back to their earlier camaraderie.

The Head of the Undead Race snorted, reigniting their ongoing argument.

Gu Chaoyan’s annoyance grew, and she was in no mood to continue their bickering.

“Just be quiet! What are you even arguing about? Let’s proceed and see what we can find in the mystic realm,” she declared firmly..