Killing monsters with a 100% explosion rate, are you luckier than me?

"Hmph, it would be best if he got lost inside and never came out!" Ghost Blade raised his head, his mouth full of vicious curses, which seemed to be the only way he could maintain his self-respect at this moment.

Yama slowly shook his head: "He was able to climb to the top of the Heavenly Ladder, so his potential assessment is probably beyond our imagination. His luck must be at its peak. How could he fall so easily?"

"Let's think about how to explain this to the adults when we get back."

The word "confess" immediately brought Gui Ren to his senses, and a look of terror instantly appeared on his face.

They were sent on a mission by the Holy Heaven, and their primary objective was to obstruct Ye Chuyun, ideally eliminating him on the spot.

But the result?

Not only did they fail to harm the opponent in the slightest, but they were also completely overwhelmed by the opponent, watching helplessly as the opponent obtained the greatest opportunity of the Holy Land.

After such a crushing defeat, what severe punishment will they face upon their return?

Just thinking about it is chilling.

The atmosphere suddenly became heavy.

After a long silence, Chi Xue forced herself to calm down: "This matter may not be entirely hopeless."

Ghost Blade and Yama immediately looked at him.

Chi Xue continued, "Don't you think the difficulty of this Holy Land Trial is somewhat unusual?"

Yama frowned: "What do you mean?"

"Based on the information we have gathered about the Holy Land in the past, although each one has its own difficulties, there is always a glimmer of hope, and there is even an element of luck involved."

“But this time…” Chi Xue bit her lip, “it’s completely pushing people to the brink of despair.”

"If it weren't for that monster Ye Chuyun, no one would have been able to reach the top."

"This is at least ten times more difficult than before!"

Ghostblade's eyes flashed, and he immediately understood her meaning: "You mean, we can attribute the main reason for this failure to the abnormal difficulty of the trial?"

“That’s right!” Chi Xue nodded. “We can report to the Lord that the Holy Land’s rules have suddenly changed, and the test is far more demanding than ever before. It seems that an unknown anomaly has occurred.”

"Although we fought with all our might, we were limited by the rules, which was not our fault."

"Ye Chuyun, through some special means, just happened to meet these abnormal rules, and thus succeeded by chance."

After pondering for a moment, Yama also felt that this was the only explanation that could slightly mitigate his punishment: "Indeed, the difficulty of this trial is unprecedented."

"Using this as a reason, we might be able to secure a little leniency."

"Furthermore," Chi Xue added, "we also need to report in detail on the internal division of the Holy Land and the information about Ye Chuyun's entry into the Myriad Manifestations Secret Realm."

"This Myriad Realms is quite mysterious. Perhaps you can analyze some information from it that we don't know."

The three quickly reached a consensus.

This is the only strategy they can think of right now to avoid a miserable end.

"In that case, we shouldn't linger here." Ghost Blade glanced at Purple Fiend and Xuan Feng, and said coldly, "Let's go!"

Having said that, he transformed into a shadowy figure, tearing through space and leaving without looking back.

Yanluo and Chixue exchanged a glance, and each used their own methods to follow closely behind, their figures quickly disappearing into the horizon.

They left in a hurry, afraid that if they stayed any longer, they would vividly recall the fear of being dominated by Ye Chuyun.

Seeing the three leave, Zi Sha suddenly realized what was happening. He looked around at the empty surroundings, his face turning pale and then flushed.

Looking back on my past behavior, I feel like a complete clown.

He slammed his hand on the ground and stood up abruptly, his face full of shame and indignation, but he dared not say anything more harsh.

With a low growl, it transformed into a streak of purple light and fled in a sorry state.

In the blink of an eye, only Xuanfeng remained on the outskirts of the holy land.

He remained standing there quietly, the shadow of his cloak completely obscuring his face and making it impossible to discern his thoughts.

He did not leave with Ghost Blade and the others, nor did he vent his emotions like Zi Sha did.

Xuanfeng simply stood there quietly, facing the direction of the holy land as if waiting for something.

.....

The scene before her made Ye Chuyun feel a little dazed, and she even wondered if she had gone to the wrong place.

This is a small hut.

A very simple, even shabby little house.

The four walls were ordinary loess walls, with several landscape ink paintings hanging on them.

The roof was thatched, and a few rays of sunlight shone softly through the gaps, illuminating the limited space inside.

The room was sparsely furnished, with only a low wooden table, two cushions, and a ceramic pot bubbling on a small clay stove in the corner of the room.

A faint aroma of tea filled the air.

An old man was sitting on one of the prayer cushions.

The old man was dressed in coarse linen clothes, with white hair and beard, and a kind face. He looked ordinary, just like a typical old man in the countryside.

However, Ye Chuyun dared not be negligent in the slightest.

He could sense that this small house was a world unto itself, isolated from all external laws, and its abnormality far exceeded his imagination.

The old man sat there as if he had become one with this small world.

He is the rule, he is the origin.

That simple, unadorned charm instantly calmed Ye Chuyun's restless heart.

The old man slowly raised his head and calmly looked at Ye Chuyun.

A kind smile appeared on his face:

"Child, what do you want?"

"..."

Ye Chuyun was stunned.

He had considered countless possibilities...

Trials, battles, puzzles, and more...

But to my utter surprise, the final opportunity would come from such a straightforward question.

In a seemingly ordinary little house, facing a seemingly ordinary old man, being asked a seemingly ordinary question.

But this simple question made Ye Chuyun take a deep breath.

He didn't answer immediately, but cautiously asked in return, "Senior...can you grant me anything I desire?"

Upon hearing this, the old man's smile seemed to deepen.

He shook his head slightly, then nodded: "That depends on what your requirements are."

"If it is within our power, then it is certainly not impossible."

"If it is beyond our power, or goes against common sense, then we cannot help."

He paused, then extended a finger and pointed to the earthenware pot beside him, which was still emitting wisps of steam, and said gently:

"The tea will be ready soon. Before that, you can think about it and figure out what you need most."

"Remember, you only have one chance."

After saying that, the old man stopped looking at Ye Chuyun and closed his eyes slightly, as if he were lost in thought.

At this moment, the only sound in the quiet little house was the "gurgling" of water boiling in the earthenware pot.

"Gulu..."

Ye Chuyun subconsciously swallowed, feeling her throat go dry.

According to his calculations, the tea should boil in about [time].

He really didn't expect things to develop this way!

This seemingly simple request, however, carries a hidden meaning and presents a difficult choice that has already made Ye Chuyun's scalp tingle.