Chapter 1222, Jin Ran

Translator: Silavin

  

“Run! This person is beyond what we can handle!”

 

“We can only report back. The City Lord must personally move!”

 

The three Peak Stage Martial Ancestors were also exceptionally decisive. Having witnessed Qin Yichen’s ferocity, they did not dare to linger a moment longer. With a shift of their battered bodies, they attempted to flee.

 

Yet at precisely this moment, a terrifying aura fluctuation suddenly spread outward, enveloping the entire surrounding space.

 

Beneath the blanket of this fluctuation, the three Peak Stage Martial Ancestors who had been about to depart froze in mid-air.

 

“A Half-Saint?!”

 

Upon sensing this fluctuation, Qin Yichen’s own figure checked slightly, his eyes narrowing by a fraction as his gaze snapped toward a particular direction.

 

At the very edge of his vision, more than ten figures had abruptly appeared at the horizon’s border, and in barely a moment, those figures had swept forward and arrived.

 

Every one of these figures carried a formidable aura fluctuation, and every single one of them was a Peak Stage Martial Ancestor.

 

Yet the one who drew the eye most was the person standing at the very centre of those figures, a young man in white robes who stood with composed authority. His expression was impassive, a white jade fan in his hand, and a formidable Yuan Energy fluctuation radiated faintly from all around him.

 

“Jin Ran!”

 

Upon seeing that figure, the three Peak Stage Martial Ancestors’ expressions suddenly drained of colour entirely.

 

“Deal with these few flies.”

 

The white-robed young man glanced at them with an indifferent look and spoke in a flat, quiet tone.

 

*Whoosh! Whoosh!*

 

No sooner had his words fallen than three figures swept out from behind him, shooting toward those three Peak Stage Martial Ancestors.

 

*Bang! Bang!*

 

In barely a moment, the three returned, each gripping a severed head still dripping with fresh blood.

 

*Whoosh!*

 

The white-robed young man gave a casual flick of the white jade feather fan in his hand, and those three heads were instantly as though cut apart by ten thousand streaks of Sword Qi, reduced to fine dust. As a light breeze passed, they vanished without a trace.

 

Having done all this, the impassive expression on the white-robed young man’s face did not shift by a hair, as though he had merely culled a few inconsequential Demonic Beasts. The more than ten Peak Stage Martial Ancestors standing behind him also wore expressions of complete serenity as they stood at his back.

 

“Heh heh. Fancy that. Just taking a casual stroll, and one still manages to encounter a few stray dogs.”

 

The white-robed young man gave a light laugh, his gaze shifting toward Qin Yichen.

 

Under the weight of that gaze, Qin Yichen’s brow furrowed slightly, yet he said nothing.

 

Judging by the situation before him, the latter did not appear to have come for him, but rather seemed to be targeting those few experts who belonged under Zhao Xuetu’s command.

 

After scrutinising for a moment, the white-robed young man’s figure shifted, moving like a wisp of pale smoke, crossing a distance of several dozen metres in a manner that seemed to defy ordinary physics, appearing directly before Qin Yichen.

 

[That Movement Technique…[

 

Perceiving his technique, Qin Yichen’s pupils contracted slightly.

 

The latter’s aura had surpassed Peak Stage Martial Ancestor Realm, already faintly containing a trace of Saint Prestige, and it gave him an acute sense of considerable danger.

 

This feeling was one Qin Yichen had perceived before, from a woman, Yun Jun of the Spirit Cloud Race.

 

“What impressive skill, Little Brother.”

 

Under Qin Yichen’s watchful gaze, the white-robed young man gave a light laugh and spoke.

 

“Is there something you need? If not, I shall take my leave first.”

 

Qin Yichen watched this white-robed young man and replied in an unhurried, composed tone.

 

The more than ten powerful cultivators in the distance seemed somewhat displeased by his manner, their brows furrowing slightly, yet the white-robed young man made no indication either way, and they remained where they were without making any move. Even so, their auras all faintly locked onto Qin Yichen, as though, the moment the white-robed young man gave a single command, they could obliterate the latter into rubble in an instant.

 

“Heh heh. Take your leave? Little Brother, having offended Zhao Xuetu, do you still think you can walk out of this territory?”

 

The white-robed young man did not appear to mind Qin Yichen’s curtness at all. Instead, he smiled and said, “If Little Brother were to follow me, I can guarantee your safety.”

 

“There is no need for you to trouble yourself over that.” Qin Yichen gave a light smile, his tone carrying a full measure of self-assurance, as though he had not the slightest concern about it, and without so much as a hint of tact, declined the latter’s invitation outright.

 

Though he held some wariness toward the latter, he also had the confidence that, if it came to a clash, even without drawing on the Myriad Dao Divine Armour, he could still withdraw in one piece.

 

And moreover, he did not believe the latter would make a move against him over this.

 

“Ha ha! Little Brother, what admirable nerves!”

 

To everyone’s surprise, the white-robed young man did not grow angry at this. Instead, he broke into a great laugh, as though he genuinely admired Qin Yichen enormously, and said with a smile, “My name is Jin Ran. I wonder if I might become a friend of yours.”

 

“Jin Ran?” Hearing this name, Qin Yichen’s eyes narrowed slightly. It was only now that he felt the aura fluctuation on the latter’s body was rather familiar, and this involuntarily brought a certain person to his mind, the Jin Mi who had once assembled over two thousand Martial Ancestors and nearly driven him into a desperate corner.

 

“Heh heh. It seems Little Brother has heard of this Jin.” Watching Qin Yichen’s expression, Jin Ran gave a light chuckle.

 

“So, it is Brother Jin. Such a great name, of course I have heard it since young. To finally meet you today, you truly live up to your reputation!” Qin Yichen laughed as well and said, “Why did Brother Jin come here of all places?”

 

From Jin Ran’s manner toward those few Peak Stage Martial Ancestors earlier, it was not difficult to perceive that the latter had enmity against Zhao Xuetu.

 

Though he had already reached the Half-Saint Realm, the latter was, after all, a Saint of long-established renown. If that person were to discover his whereabouts, a fierce battle would likely be unavoidable.

 

“With me here, Zhao Xuetu would not dare come.”

 

As though seeing through Qin Yichen’s thoughts, Jin Ran gave a light chuckle, his tone carrying a considerable measure of arrogance, seemingly not placing Zhao Xuetu in his sights at all.

 

Yet Qin Yichen also understood that Jin Ran was a prodigy of the Golden Flame Race, and the methods in his possession were definitely numerous. Moreover, as a prodigy of a Top Tier Race, he harboured a bone-deep contempt for these Saints who cowered within the Myriad Beasts War Domain, lording it over a small piece of land.

 

“You and I now have ties, Little Brother. How would you feel about me sending you an opportunity?”

 

Jin Ran shifted the conversation, smiling toward Qin Yichen. His expression was entirely sincere, as though this were genuinely a case of hitting it off at first acquaintance.

 

“Oh?” A flash of keen interest crossed Qin Yichen’s eyes, and the figure that had been preparing to leave paused.

 

“Little Brother, have you heard of the Myriad Races War Soul?”

 

Seeing Qin Yichen’s expression, a flicker of something peculiar crossed Jin Ran’s eyes, yet nothing showed on his face. He maintained the same expression of goodwill.

 

“Myriad Races War Soul?”

 

Upon hearing these four words, Qin Yichen’s pupils abruptly contracted, and his expression became somewhat grave.